Eye of the Storm (Storm, #2)

“When does that ever work with you?”


“Never, but you started this.”

“True. Fine. Anthony and I are going to England. Before you say anything you know we’ve been interviewing people who had contact with Jeremy last year. We did get some more information that wasn’t in the police reports. Most of it not that useful, but one piece was good. He had an online profile using the name Jay Ellison. We are looking into that, but we decided that talking to other people might give us something helpful.”

When her grandmother hadn’t said anything, Evie glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. She stared straight ahead.

“Say something.”

Slowly, she turned her head towards Evie. “I don’t like it.” Before Evie could open her mouth to protest, Evelyne continued, “But I can see that it might be a good idea. Are you sure you have to go? Of course you do, who am I talking to? You’ll be careful, right?”

Evie leaned over and hugged her. “I’ll be more careful than usual, how’s that?” At Evelyne’s soft chuckle, Evie closed her eyes and enjoyed being close to her.

“What about your business? Can you take more time off?”

“Yes, I’ve been in daily contact with Jesse, things are running fine without me. Almost too well. I feel like I’m not needed anymore. It’s a little sad, but it’s good to know that I can take the time to do this.”

“I do have another question, what’s going on between you and Anthony?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Is that a good or bad thing? You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, and now traveling. Well, things could happen.”

“Yes they could, but they won’t. I don’t think either one of us wants that kind of distraction right now. Besides, I really don’t want to be in Jeremy’s cross-hairs by having a relationship with Anthony.”

“If Jeremy wasn’t in the picture?”

“Well he is, so we don’t have to think about it.”

“Hmmm…”

“Hmmm what?”

“Nothing. How long do you think you’ll be gone and who is going to stay with me?”

“I’m not sure. We’ve got an open-ended return ticket. Depending on what we find, we might have to travel somewhere else. We could be gone a couple of weeks. I’m really not sure. As to who is going to stay with you, I came up with the perfect solution.”

“Is he young and hot and willing to give me sponge-baths?”

Evie chuckled. “Well, he is young, some people think he’s hot and just ew gross.” At her grandmother’s confused look, she continued. “It’s Jackson. I managed to guilt him into stop roaming around the world to come here.”

“Well, shit. He’s not going to let me have any fun.”

“You got that right. I should’ve made him come here earlier.”

“Really Evie, I thought you loved me.” Evelyne tried to look wounded.

“You can’t fool me, old lady. You’ll just have to devise new ways to cause trouble with him around. I’m sure you’re up to the task.”

“That I am, that I am.”

*

“Lock your daughters up, Jackson is back in town!” A voice boomed from the front of the house.

Evie ran to him and jumped in his arms. “How’s the best brother in the whole wide world? It’s so good to see you! I’ve missed you.”

He spun her around, making her giggle, before putting her down. “I’m great. Wondering what I’m going to do for the next few weeks, but I’m sure something will come up. Now tell me what’s going on.”

They sat around together while the ladies filled him in. There were some raised voices as they fought about what Evie was going to do, but finally he calmed down and said he was going to talk to Anthony, alone.

Evie bit her lip in worry and watched out the kitchen window to the cottage. She wished she could hear what they were talking about. Finally her brother came out and walked back into the house.

“Well.”

“Well what?”

“What did you guys talk about?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Stuff.”

“Gee Jack, could you stop talking so much? I can’t get a word in edgewise.”

He put her in a headlock and dragged her to the couch where they both sat down. “We just talked man to man. Made sure we understood where the other stands.”

“And where do you stand?”

“We both want this bastard caught, that’s all you need to worry your pretty, little head about.” He reached over and messed up her hair.

“Come on. Quit being such an ass. Details, I need details.”

“Why is what we talked about so important to you?” He squinted at her.

Hoping she hadn’t given anything away about her attraction to Anthony, she tried to shrug it off. “Well, we’re going to be working together a lot. In close quarters. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t a huge jerk that might make that uncomfortable.”

He looked at her for a long time. Trying not to squirm under his scrutiny, she held his gaze.

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