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Slow Hand Luke
Debbi Rawlins
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Coming Next Month
1
A NOTHER SUNNY SPRING day in Brooklyn. The punks would be out in full force. Annie Corrigan sighed as she stared out the small square window from the office she shared with three other cops. One more report to write and then she’d be out there, arguing with her partner over their cruiser’s temperature controls.
Her phone rang and she had to stifle a yawn before answering. “Sergeant Corrigan.”
“Hey, baby, it’s me.”
She closed her eyes, her chest tightening. “What do you want?”
“Is that any way to speak to—”
“Don’t tell me.” Her voice started to rise and she quickly lowered it. “You’ve been arrested again.”
“Look, Annie, I was going to call you last week, maybe buy you some dinner, but I got busy. You know how it is.”
Nothing changed. Nothing ever changed. Did he really expect her to believe more of his lies? “I told you not to call me at work.”
“See, the thing is, baby, I did get in a small scrape. But I swear to you, this time it wasn’t my fault.”
She shook her head. It never was. “I have to go.”
“Come on, baby, you aren’t going to leave me locked up for the weekend.”
“See you around, Pop,” she said, and hung up.
She stared at the phone for a long time, anger and resentment burning in her gut. The guilt that crept in made her even angrier and she had to force herself to breathe. How many times had she bailed him out? Used her hard-earned money or called in one too many favors? When had he ever been there for her? All he’d done was lie. About Annie’s mother. About everything.
“Monday’s the deadline and you haven’t done squat.” Lisa dragged a chair closer to Annie’s cluttered gray metal desk and adjusted her holster and gun before planting herself in Annie’s face. “What’s up with that?”
“Not now, okay?”
Lisa’s blue eyes clouded with concern. “What’s wrong?”
Annie started to shake her head although she knew better. She knew Lisa—her best friend, the sister she never had and an incredibly pushy broad. “It was Larry.”
“In jail again?”
“Yep.”
“Forget him.”
Annie sighed. “Yep.”
“Don’t you dare feel guilty.”
“Me? Hell, no. I’m not the parent. He’s the one who screwed up.” Except she did feel guilty, because she hated and loved him at the same time. Especially hated him for her longing for family and love that she couldn’t quite shake. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Lisa hesitated, obviously wanting to belabor the moot point, however her face brightened. “Like the detectives exam?”
Annie stared at her friend. Another annoying issue. “I haven’t decided to take it yet.”
“Why not? You’d ace it.”
“It’s the cool uniform. I don’t want to give it up.”
Lisa laughed. “Yeah, guys think we’re hot.”
Annie smiled wryly. Guys either really got off on the whole uniform thing, or they ran the other way. Not much happened in between. Which left Annie with going to the movies on Friday nights with Lisa and playing softball with the whole gang at the neighborhood park on Saturday mornings.
“I like where I am.” Comfortable. Familiar. Safe. Everything Annie wanted in life. “What’s the big deal, anyway?”
“Ah, gee, let me think about it. Hmm, what sounds better…Sergeant Corrigan…Detective Corrigan? Not to mention a huge pay raise.” She gave Annie a flat look and then her trademark nasal, “Hel-lo.” Loud enough that the few officers still hanging around the precinct turned to look at them.
“Why aren’t you taking the exam?” Annie asked.
“And embarrass my father? I barely made sergeant. I couldn’t even pass that the first time.”
Old argument. Useless to say anything. Annie had never figured out Lisa’s lack of confidence. Sure, her dad was a decorated police captain, but he and Mrs. O’Brien were encouraging and understanding, the kind of great parents every kid dreamed of. Annie knew firsthand, since she’d lived with them for half her teen years.
Of course, Great Aunt Marjorie had always been there for Annie, a shoulder to lean on, someone who always listened without judgment—mostly from long distance. She lived on a small ranch in Texas where Annie had spent a few summers when she was little.
“Seriously, Annie, you’d be crazy not to go for it. Sanders and Jankowski are both taking the exam.” Lisa didn’t bother to lower her voice when she added, “Those morons can barely spell. You’ve seen their reports. A fifth-grader could do better.”
“Lisa.” Annie glanced around, hoping no one overheard, although everyone in the precinct pretty much felt the same way about the pair. “Look, you like being a beat cop, so why can’t you understand that I like being a beat cop, too?”
“Because I know you better than that.”
Annie made a point of checking her watch. “Your shift started three minutes ago.”
Lisa gathered her dark blond hair back into a ponytail and secured it while getting to her feet. “Who’s supposed to make dinner?”
“Why do you always ask that when it’s your turn?”
Lisa grinned. “Just in case you forgot.”
“O’Brien. This isn’t a day at the spa.” Rick Thomas, Lisa’s partner, motioned impatiently.
Lisa motioned back. It wasn’t nice. Then she turned once more to Annie. “I’ll probably bring home takeout tonight.”
“Not cheeseburgers again, please.”
“Fine.”
Annie watched Lisa go, looking trim and sharp in her crisp blue uniform. Lisa was one of those disgusting women who ate anything yet never gained an ounce. And it was tough being her roommate because she tended to bring home junk food that was hard to resist.
Annie got up for more coffee, weaving between the desks that crowded the room, and trying not to yawn as she passed Captain Hansen’s office. After working nights for almost five years, it was hard to get used to the day shift. But she needed the switch in order to take a couple of night classes she’d been lusting after. Sadly, continuing education was the highlight of her social life.
Annie cursed under her breath when she saw that someone had drained the coffee but hadn’t started another pot. She measured out the grounds and filled the carafe with water. While she waited for the coffee to brew, she stared at the calendar that hung nearby on the wall.
Monday’s date was circled, marking the deadline for the detectives exam. As if she needed the reminder. Besides Lisa jumping down her throat, Mr. O’Brien had mentioned it, and her own captain had pointed out that she’d be foolish to pass up any more career opportunities.
So she’d missed the first sergeant’s exam. Not on purpose. She’d been finishing her master’s degree and had to study for a final. And why was everyone so worried about her career anyway? It was none of their business. If she wanted to stay where she was, that was her decision.
“Corrigan!”
She stuck her head out of the coffee room and saw Lieutenant Potter standing at her desk, Annie’s phone in his hand.
“Call for you,” he said, and set the receiver down on her desk.
Annoyed, she grabbed her empty mug and headed for the phone. She hoped it wasn’t another personal call, particularly from her father, even though everyone in the precinct already knew about her deadbeat dad. They knew about Steve Witherspoon, too, about how the scumbag attorney had used her. That stung more than anything else.
Hell, her colleagues seemed to know everything about everybody. The precinct was like a soap opera. That’s why she mostly kept to herself or hung out with Lisa.
She picked up the receiver and barked her last name.
“Annie?” The voice was shaky, but unmistakable.
“Aunt Marjorie?”
“Good heavens, girl. I hope you don’t always answer the phone that way.”
Annie sank into her chair, dread clawing at her chest as she glanced at the clock. Six-ten in the morning, Texas time. “Is everything okay?”
“Right as rain.” Her aunt hesitated. “Except for one small thing…Honey, you got any vacation time saved up?”
“What is it, Aunt Marjorie?”
“You know I wouldn’t ask you unless it was important.”
“Please tell me.”
Aunt Marjorie paused, her faint breath as weak as a fall leaf. “My doctor insists on me having some silly tests. Can’t be done locally, of course, so I gotta go all the way to Houston.”
Annie immediately picked up a pen and turned over a piece of used paper. “What kind of tests?”
“For my heart and lungs. Which are both obviously working fine or else I wouldn’t be here talking to you, would I?”
Annie smiled. Aunt Marjorie had always been feisty. She was close to eighty-five, a widow for fifty-one years and as stubborn as a woman who’d lived alone so long could be. Annie adored her. “The doctor had to have a reason, Aunt Marjorie. Would you mind if I spoke to him?”
“The thing is, honey, what I really need is for you to watch my ranch. Only for a week or so, until I get out of this place. I’m worried about the chickens mostly.”
“The hospital? You’re there? Now?”
“Just got here,” Aunt Marjorie said sheepishly. “But don’t go jumping to any conclusions—you get your exercise some other way, young lady. I’m fine. It’s the ranch I’m worried about. I don’t want the animals starving.”
“You don’t have that many left, do you?”
“A few milk cows. About two dozen hens that are still laying.”
“What about Chester?” Annie asked, who was already planning to go straight to the hospital and not the ranch. Chester had been an extra pair of hands and a good friend to Marjorie as far back as Annie could remember. He could take care of the few animals that remained.
“Honey, his arthritis is bad and he’s no spring chicken anymore.”
Annie sighed. From what she could recall, the man was at least a good eight to ten years younger than Aunt Marjorie. “Look, I’m coming to the hospital and then I’ll—”
“Annie, listen. I need you at the ranch. Not here. Dang it.” The beeping of medical machinery in the background made Annie’s heart race. “I have to go now.”
“No, wait. What hospital are you—”
She heard a click and then a dial tone. Cursing under her breath, she reached for a phone book. First, she’d book a flight, then tell the captain she needed time off. Chester would know what hospital Aunt Marjorie was in. If not, she could ask Lisa to find out, even if she had to use official channels.
Annie’s gaze caught on the piece of paper she held. An application for the detectives exam. Potter had apparently brought it over when he answered her phone. She exhaled slowly as she crumpled it in her fist and tossed it in the wastebasket. Aunt Marjorie was far more important.
L UKE M CC ALL HAD had a lot of practice sneaking in and out of places and he was damn good at it. He coasted his pickup into the empty parking lot to a space right in front of the Quick Trip, turned off the engine and glanced around as he flexed his stiff shoulder. Frowning at the pain, he slowly climbed out of the truck.
At eleven o’clock, the convenience store was dead, just as he’d hoped. Instead of going straight to Hasting’s Corner, he was here for supplies forty miles outside of town. Once he got to his granddad’s ranch, he’d be able to hole up for a while without anyone knowing he was back. Not that anyone cared about him, except out of pure nosiness—aside from Sally Jo, who’d bring over her chicken and dumplings and an open invitation to wash more than his jeans.
And if Barb’s husband was away on roundup, she’d probably show up, too. Not that Luke would ever drop his bucket in another guy’s well. Even a no-account like him had some principles.
He snorted at the irony of his predicament. He wouldn’t have so much as sniffed around Joanne if he’d known she was Old Man Seabrook’s wife. Hell, she was young enough to be his daughter. Easy mistake. Turned out to be a big one, though. Because now Luke had the law crawling up his ass. The kind of money Seabrook had could buy a whole lot of trouble for Luke.
He pushed open the door, setting off the overhead bell and, without looking up from the paper she was scribbling on, the woman behind the counter said, “We just closed.”
Luke removed his Stetson, and swept back his hair, just as the woman looked up. “Sorry, ma’am. I must’ve missed the sign.”
She blinked, then shoved a pencil behind her ear and gave him a quick once-over. A slow smile lifted her ruby-red lips. “Well, cowboy, you go ahead and lock that door behind you and I’ll give you time to get what you come for.”
Luke tipped his hat to her before resetting it on his head. “Thank you, ma’am.” His smile vanished as soon as he turned away to lock the door. Must be getting old. He used to like being gawked at as if he were a piece of juicy chicken-fried steak.
“Won’t be but a minute,” he said and strolled down the aisle toward the refrigerated section, feeling the weight of her stare at his back.
“Take your time,” she called after him. “I’m just wrapping up my paperwork, and it’ll be nice to have a big strong man walk me out to my car for a change.”
Luke blew out a puff of air. Walking out with her was all he was doing. He grabbed a six-pack of beer from the refrigerator, reconsidered, and exchanged it for a twelve-pack. If he was lucky, maybe he could hide out at the deserted old ranch for a week before the sheriff found out that he had inherited the place six months ago. Careful of his injured shoulder, he carried the beer, three packages of cold cuts and two loaves of bread to the register.
“You going to a party?” the woman asked, eyeing his haul.
“No, ma’am.” He withdrew his wallet and waited for her to ring up his purchases.
“You call me ma’am one more time, cowboy, and I’ll have to spank you.” Her teasing grin made one side of his mouth hike up. “I’m not that much older than you.” She dropped his lunchmeat and bread into a bag. “But don’t you worry. I got a husband and two nearly grown boys of my own, but I can still look.”
“You best be careful, ma—, uh, darlin’,” he said. “It’s late, the place is deserted. You shouldn’t be talking to a strange man like that.”
She took the money he handed her. “Thought you might be from around here, but I guess not. This is East Texas, sugar. Anyway, I ain’t got nothing to worry about with you.” She winked as she handed him his change. “It’s all in your eyes. Decent men have that certain look.”
Luke snorted. Boy, she had no idea how wrong she was. All she had to do was ask anyone in Hasting’s Corner. Luke’s own grandfather could have set her straight if the ornery old buzzard hadn’t keeled over last year while trying to shoe a stubborn mule. “You ready for that escort outside?” he asked, gathering up his groceries.
She smiled. “You go on ahead, handsome. I still have another ten minutes of trying to make some sense out of these here numbers.”
Luke hesitated, but she came around the counter to shoo him out, getting to the door before him to unlock it.
Her gaze caught on his belt buckle, the one he’d won three years ago. “Hey, you on the circuit?”
He nodded, anxious to leave before she asked any more questions. Too late, he realized. He should have just lied and said it belonged to his brother.
“You somebody I would know?”
“Nah.”
“Well, you won that buckle. That’s no small thing. What’s your name?”
“Tom Black.”
“Hmm, we’re big rodeo fans. But I can’t say I recall your name. Sorry.”
“No problem. I’m new to the circuit.”
Her disbelieving frown was like a bucket of cold water thrown in his face. Hell, he already knew he was getting too old to still be riding, much less be new to the game.
“Well, you drive careful, you hear?” she said, then opened the door and locked it behind him. His arms full, he nudged his chin in farewell when she waved, then deposited his groceries and himself into the battered white pickup.
Slouching down in the seat, he adjusted his hat and was surprised by a fleeting image of his grandfather. Luke missed him sometimes. The guy could be as stern and dour as a lemon-sucking preacher, but he was still the only father Luke had ever known. His own daddy had skipped town before Luke had taken his first step. Didn’t want no kids, no responsibility, he’d told everyone, then just up and left.
Now that he was older, Luke understood. He didn’t like being tied down, either, but he sure as hell wouldn’t leave a wife and baby behind to starve. Nope. The rodeo was his life and he made no apologies. And he sure as hell didn’t scatter regrets.
One by one the lights went out in the store and then the door opened and Luke straightened. He watched the clerk hurry toward a blue compact car and open the door, before he started his truck.
Once she was safely inside and had turned on her headlights, he put the truck in gear. She honked and waved as she reversed out of the stall. He pulled out onto the highway and headed toward Hasting’s Corner, not sure what he was going to do once he got there, besides sleep. He needed a solid twenty-four hours’ worth. Then, maybe he could come up with a plan to get to Joanne.
Then, too, if he laid low long enough, maybe Seabrook would cool off and admit that Luke hadn’t stolen the million bucks in prize money. He flexed his aching shoulder, wincing with the pain that shot to his neck. Hell, even if it took a month to straighten out this mess, it wasn’t as if he’d be getting on another bull soon. Not till Houston, anyway. For the money. Even if it ended up being the last time. The hell with what the doctors said.
He got to the familiar fork in the road and veered right toward Hasting’s Corner. The road, narrow and full of potholes, divided the flat idle land for endless miles. Without streetlights and with no moon it was too dark to see anything, but he remembered the road well, even though he’d only been back twice since he’d left home at sixteen.
The farther it went the land got hilly and more interesting. That’s where that bastard Seabrook lived. In a big white show-house on the side of a hill, facing a lake. The self-proclaimed king of the rodeo, big and mean as a Brahma bull, Seabrook ruled the county. And wasn’t it just Luke’s rotten luck that of all the counties this side of Texas, the bastard had to live here?
Something flashed up ahead. Luke caught it right before he rounded the bend. It was a car, still distant, but no mistaking the warning lights.
“Damn!”
He slowed down, trying to decide if he should stop. Ten miles out of town like this, it could be someone he knew.
“Damn!”
Whoever it was had to have a cell phone. Everyone did these days and, if not, ten miles wasn’t that far to walk. He got close enough to see that it was a small red Ford, its right rear tire stuck in a ditch. But no sign of a person. Good. Problem solved.
Just as he passed the car he saw her—a woman, slim, with long, dark, wavy hair. Standing in the beam of the headlights.
“Damn.” He couldn’t leave her out here.
But then again…
He turned the truck around.
2
“D AMN IT!”
Annie slapped at the fourth mosquito that had assailed her in the past two minutes, and watched the truck speed by. Too bad she didn’t have her gun. She’d shoot the dumb tires. Before she could get her purse and start hoofing it toward town, she saw the truck turn around.
She sighed with relief. Although the driver could be an axe murderer. Terrific thought. Nah, this was Texas hill country, not Brooklyn. Not that she was foolish enough not to worry some. But walking for ten miles in the dark didn’t seem smart, either.
The white pickup coasted to a stop beside her. She couldn’t see the driver until he reached over and opened the passenger door. The interior light was dim, but not enough to shadow his vivid blue eyes.
“Seems you have a problem, darlin’,” he said in a slow easy drawl. His sexy smile gave her a shiver where it had no business.
“I don’t suppose you’d be able to give me a tow out of that ditch.”
“Nope. Too dark. And I don’t have any rope. But I can give you a ride to town. Got two gas stations there.”
“Open at this time of night?”
“Nope. Hop in.”
“Give me a minute to get my bag.” By the time she opened the car door, he’d gotten out of his truck and met her there. His right shoulder brushed across her breasts as he beat her to the bag sitting on the back seat.
“You travel mighty light for a woman,” he said as he hauled out the black nylon overnighter. “That’s refreshing.”
“That’s sexist.”
“Just speaking from experience.” He gave her one of those sexy smiles again.
Her left calf tickled as if something had crawled up under her jeans. Probably nothing, but she leaned down and rubbed through the denim anyway. “I’m Annie Corrigan, by the way.”
He hesitated. “Luke. Where you headed?”
“Hasting’s Corner. Well, actually to my aunt’s ranch on the other side of town.”
“What’s her name?”
“Marjorie Wilson.”
“Oh, yeah, the widow woman.”
“You know her?”
Either he hadn’t heard her or he chose to ignore the question. He opened the truck’s passenger door and waited until she climbed in, then closed it before stowing her bag in the back and getting behind the wheel.
“She’s in the hospital,” Annie said. “Having some tests done.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“So you live around here?”
“Used to.” That’s all he said.
Fine with Annie. She didn’t feel like talking, either. She was tired, sticky hot from the humidity, and a little worried about what she’d find when she got to the ranch. She knew it wasn’t a big production. From what she remembered, besides the cows and chickens and a few stray dogs, Aunt Marjorie sometimes used to board horses. Hopefully, Chester had everything under control. It wasn’t as if Annie could do much, unless given direction.
God, she should’ve ignored Aunt Marjorie and headed straight for Houston. She should’ve called Chester from there, made sure everything was all right and then gone to be with her aunt. Generally, she was more rational than this acting first and thinking later business. Of course, it wouldn’t be too late to go to Houston in the morning. Provided she got the dumb rental car out of the ditch.
She glanced over at Luke. He kept his gaze on the road, his brows slightly puckered. His mind was definitely somewhere else. Maybe she’d made him late for something. Probably a hook up; he was a real hottie. Perfect eyes, perfect lips, the lower one fuller than the top one, just the way she liked them.
And, oh, mama, she’d seen the way he filled out those faded jeans. With his hat and cowboy boots, he definitely had the whole thing going on. Lisa would have been all over him by now.
“I really appreciate you stopping,” she said, after staring at him for too long. “I’d been standing there a while.”
He looked over at her, almost as if he’d forgotten that she was sitting there. How flattering. Then he gave her a lazy, sexy smile and all was forgotten. “No problem, darlin’. Happy to help a pretty lady in distress.”
“Oh, brother.”
He cocked a brow at her.
She coyly put a hand to her mouth. “Oops. Did I say that out loud?”
His lips curved and then he laughed, a full rich sound that resonated in the cab of the truck and warmed her in uncomfortably intimate places.
She turned back to the road and gripped the dashboard. “Look out!”
Caught by the headlights, a deer stood frozen in the middle of the road. Luke swerved, but clipped the animal on the hind end. It started to dart but fell to the pavement.
“Shit!” He stopped the truck, threw it into Park and got out.
The doe got to her feet and then dropped her hind end again.
Annie climbed out behind Luke who’d already knelt beside the animal.
“Steady, girl,” he whispered. “Let’s take a look here.”
The deer jerked, and tried again to get up.
“What can I do?” Annie asked.
He ignored her, his attention solely on the doe. He gently touched the animal’s flank and whispered something Annie couldn’t hear. The doe seemed to calm down enough for him to probe her leg, his large tanned hand stroking the area, prompting a surprisingly lusty reaction from Annie.
His fingers were long and lean, his nails clean and nicely squared off. Easy to imagine them roaming over a woman’s body. Her body. She cleared her throat.
At the sound, the doe started. Then she leaped to her feet and darted into the trees.
Luke got up just as suddenly, and Annie didn’t have time to step out of his way. To keep them from colliding, she put a hand on his shoulder. As he straightened, her palm slid down his forearm. Firm rounded muscles lay beneath the blue Western-cut shirt. The man was definitely athletic. She let go, hoping her reluctance didn’t show too much.
He dusted his jeans and stared after the deer even though she’d disappeared. “She’s bruised a little, but stunned more than anything else. She’ll be okay.” He lifted his hat and swept a hand through his longish sun-streaked hair before setting the hat back on his head. “If she stays off the road, that is.”
Annie followed him back to the truck. “That was amazing how she calmed down for you.”
“She knew I was no threat.”
“How?”
He put the truck back in drive. “Around these parts, I’m known as the deer whisperer.”
“Really?”
After a brief silence, he burst out laughing. “Where are you from?”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Damn it. She was a good cop because of her good instincts. No one would ever dare consider her gullible. “And here I was just starting to think you were a nice guy.”
“Don’t make that mistake.” He stretched his neck from side to side, grimacing with the effort, and then tipped his hat back slightly. “We’ll be hitting town in a couple of minutes. Guess you want to go straight to your aunt’s place.”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Nope. You got any folks there that can give you a ride in to town tomorrow?”
Annie rested her aching head back against the seat. Today had been only her third time on a plane. She hated it. Way too stressful. After today, if she never left New York again that would be fine with her. “I don’t think so. Maybe Chester.”
Luke let out a laugh. “That old buzzard’s still kicking, huh?”
Annie snorted. “What a nice way to put it.”
He shrugged his good shoulder. “I’ve known the old guy since I was knee high to a mule. He and my granddad used to play cards every Saturday night. Made me fetch their beer and chewing tobacco when they ran out.”
“Is that where you’re going? To visit your grandfather?”
His mouth tightened. “He passed almost a year ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
Luke gave an abrupt nod, then made it clear he didn’t want to talk anymore by rolling down his window and staring hard off into the darkness. “I’m gonna make a quick detour. Won’t take but a minute.”
She should have been scared, or at least concerned. She didn’t know this man. But her gut told her it was okay and she always trusted her gut. Except when it came to men and it was personal—then her instincts sucked. The fiasco with Steve Witherspoon was proof enough.
They turned down a dark side road, mostly gravel judging by the crunching of the tires. But they’d only driven a few feet when Luke stopped the truck and muttered a soft curse.
“What’s wrong?”
Shaking his head, he squinted hard toward the glow of a faint light filtering through the trees. Without a word, he threw the truck into Reverse and sped backward all the way to the main road.
She clutched the armrest and held her breath. It was so dark. Only a sliver of moon was visible. He couldn’t possibly see where he was going. He swung backward onto the highway and her stomach lurched. And tourists complained about NewYork cabbies.
“What is going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” After nearly sliding off the seat, she straightened. He ignored her, keeping his eyes steady on the road, his mind obviously preoccupied.
She respected his apparent need for silence, but another careless move like that and she’d get out and walk. And then he could have all the silence he wanted.
As soon as her heart-rate returned to normal, she focused on the task ahead of her. Halfway through the small town she realized where they were. It was easy to miss without any lights on. In fact, there wasn’t even a single streetlight.
“Man, the place hasn’t changed a bit,” Luke murmured with a hint of disdain.
“How long has it been since you’ve been back?”
“A while.”
Annie didn’t push. God knew she understood if he didn’t want to talk about his family. Now that she was older, it didn’t smart as much but, as a child, when the subject of parents came up, all she wanted to do was crawl into a dark corner and hide. How did you tell other kids or their parents that your dad was a drunk and spent more time in jail than out? Or have to confess that your mother hadn’t wanted to be a mother after all, and had run off to Hollywood to seek the fame that she never found?
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