Marcus and Tiffany wasted no time putting it into action. On Tuesday they had Donovan Steele’s full attention as they filled him in on the failure of Plan A. “So as you can see, Uncle Donovan, we need your help.”
Donovan leaned back and looked at the both of them. Marcus had contacted him on his cell phone asking that he meet them after school on the football bleachers.
Donovan shook his head. “Let me get this straight. The two of you aren’t girlfriend and boyfriend? You aren’t madly in love? And you only pretended you were to get your parents together?” he asked incredulously.
Both Tiffany and Marcus nodded. “That’s right,” Marcus said. “Tiffany and I are best friends and we thought it was a good plan. Things were going along smoothly but something happened that weekend the two of us left town.”
Donovan lifted a brow. “And what do you think happened?”
“We don’t know but before we left they were beginning to like each other a lot, but now we’re not sure how they feel.”
Donovan had heard the story from Bas and Morgan but he wasn’t about to share the information with these two. “So what do you need for me to do?”
“Help us,” Tiffany said.
Donovan was confused. “Help you do what?”
It was Marcus who answered. “Carry out our plan to get our parents together.”
Donovan crossed his arms over his chest, not believing what they were asking of him. He loved his nephew but was he willing to incur his oldest brother’s wrath? “I think you had better tell me about this plan first.”
Marcus nodded. “I’ll let Tiffany explain things since it’s her idea. But I think it’s a good one.”
Donovan doubted it was all that good but decided to listen anyway. Twenty minutes later a smile touched his lips. He hated to admit it but he liked their idea, although it could use a little tweaking here and there to make sure neither Chance nor Kylie panicked and got the police involved. There was no doubt that Chance would be mad in the beginning, but in the end odds were he would be a very happy man. “Okay, count me in. I’ll help but only on one condition.”
“What?” Marcus asked.
“That you modify your plan somewhat.”
Marcus and Tiffany quickly agreed.
Donovan then smiled and said, “Now, I think that this is the way we should handle things….”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LATE FRIDAY NIGHT KYLIE glanced over at the clock on her nightstand the moment the telephone rang. It was almost midnight. She suddenly got a funny feeling in her stomach. Was it Chance? The last time she had seen him was Sunday night when they had all gone to the movies.
Deciding that answering was the only way to determine who her caller was, she reached out and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Mom?”
Kylie shot straight up in bed. The voice sounded like Tiffany’s, but there was no way her daughter could be calling her when she was down the hall in her bed sleeping.
“Mom? Are you there? It’s me.”
Kylie jumped out of bed to her feet. “Tiffany! Where are you?”
“Mom, I’m fine.”
Kylie angrily began pacing her bedroom. “Fine, nothing! Where are you, young lady? No one gave you permission to leave this house. How dare you pull something like that!”
“Mom, please calm down. I’m fine. Marcus and I are together.”
“What?” Kylie screamed at the top of her lungs, before collapsing in the wingback chair in her room. “What do you mean you and Marcus are together? It’s after midnight. No one gave you permission to—”
“Mom, Marcus and I have been thinking.”
Kylie gripped the phone tightly in her hand. “Thinking? The two of you have been thinking? Fine, then think at your own houses. I want you home immediately!”
“Not until you and Mr. Steele promise to become friends again.”
Kylie frowned. What was Tiffany talking about? “Listen, honey, Chance and I are friends. You need to come home.”