The teens exchanged glances.
“Uh, okay, Mom,” Karin agreed, apparently deciding not to attempt her usual argument in favor of chips and soda.
Once her daughter and Melanie disappeared into the Nibble Nook, Skylar rounded on Aaron, throwing caution to the wind. “If you’re upset that Melanie is coming here to study, then say so,” she hissed. “Don’t take it out on my kid. You implied that your sister lied about going to the library—Karin was just sticking up for her friend.”
Aaron directed his intent gaze at her. “She was impertinent.”
“Impertinent?” Skylar rolled her eyes. “La-di-dah, aren’t we being high-and-mighty? Karin was only impertinent if you’re a seventeenth-century land baron lording it over a peasant. Give me a break. This is the twenty-first century, and I own this property. If Karin had been rude, I’d be the first to chew her out.”
He clenched his jaw. “I didn’t accuse Melanie of lying, but she does have a history.”
“Who told you that—other relatives who wanted an excuse to ship her back to her mother? You might check the facts before making assumptions.” Skylar marched to the stack of books and opened one to the library’s date stamp. “See? The return date is two weeks from today. That’s the standard loan period for the Cooperton Public Library.”
“You knew that because you already looked.”
She slammed the book onto the table. “No, I didn’t. Karin isn’t an angel, but she’s a good kid and usually tells the truth. I’m betting Melanie is the same. I’m also betting that I’ve spent more time with your sister than you have since she got to Cooperton.”
“That’s outrageous. She lives with me.”
“Oh?” Skylar planted her hands on her hips. “You mean you eat dinner together every night? You check her homework? You go out to movies or take her for pizza? Do you even know what pizza she likes?”
A dull red flush crept up Aaron’s neck. “I’m hoping to spend more time with Melanie, but things have been hectic at the office. It’s critical to have a smooth transition from my grandfather’s leadership at Cooper Industries to my own. I was returning from a meeting when I saw she was here. But if I hadn’t seen her, I would have called to be sure she got home okay.”
“Or your executive assistant would have called. Her name is Peggy, right? I’ve heard Melanie say her name when they’re on the phone. That’s child care by proxy.”
She dunked her scrub brush into the bucket of sudsy water and slapped it on one of the tables. Aaron scowled and stepped back to avoid getting splashed. Good. His size didn’t intimidate her, but she didn’t enjoy being that close to an obnoxious jerk. Lord, he’d always had a gift for making her angry. Even on their few teenage dates they’d fought more than they kissed.
“I’m not delegating Melanie’s care,” he growled. “Peggy has experience from raising her own children and recommended a quick status check with Melanie after school, which she takes care of when I have other commitments. There’s nothing wrong with accepting her help.”
Skylar practically snorted. She finished scrubbing the brightly painted aluminum picnic table and hosed it down before starting on the next. Her workday didn’t stop for spoiled rich guys wearing pricey suits and fine Italian shoes. At least she assumed they were Italian; Aaron probably thought he was too good for regular American-made products.
She swept the remains of a French fry order into the trash. Cooper Industry employees weren’t tidy customers; they ate on the run because their pay was docked double if they weren’t back on time. That was another one of Aaron’s unpopular new policies. Honestly, they could barely get out of the company’s large parking lots in half an hour. Since he’d taken over management, the Nibble Nook’s profits, while consistently respectable, had skyrocketed. They were located just outside the main gate, provided easy access to and from the road and could handle a feeding frenzy during the staggered factory meal breaks.
“Peggy must fill in a lot,” she said after a moment. “I understand one of your commitments included a date with a former winner of the Miss California beauty pageant. In Sacramento. Did you get home at all that night?”
“Not that it’s your business, but that was before Melanie arrived. And I didn’t realize you were monitoring my social life.”
Skylar rubbed unnecessarily hard on a smear of dried mustard. If only it was Aaron’s nose.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Hollister. Gossip in Cooperton is like ivy and blackberry briars, it’s everywhere. You can’t get away from it.”
He crossed his arms. “Maybe you should try harder.”
“Maybe you should remember how impressionable teenagers are.”
“Oh, right, you’re a fine one to talk, Skylar.”
She stared, wondering how he had the gall to say any such thing. “As I recall, you’re the one who did the talking.”
He had the grace to look uncomfortable, or perhaps it was her imagination. She had to wonder...how much did he remember about the past? Was she just one of many girls who’d foolishly succumbed to his questionable charm and good looks? If so, she probably was a stranger. Who knew how many of them he’d discarded like yesterday’s newspaper.
It was reassuring in a way; she didn’t actually want him remembering too much.
* * *
MELANIE HID WITH Karin under the front counter of the hamburger stand, her eyes widening as the argument continued between Mrs. Gibson and Aaron. Eavesdropping wasn’t nice, but she couldn’t remember anyone defending her the way Karin’s mom was doing. It was worth getting in trouble to hear it.
“Hey, I told you Mom was an honest-to-gosh redhead,” Karin whispered. “Listen to her go.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You should have heard when she went off on the principal. The school didn’t want me taking classes with sophomores and juniors ’cause I’m not fourteen yet, and boy, did she get hot. I was waiting in the secretary’s office and wasn’t supposed to hear, but they were talking real loud.”
A stab of envy hit Melanie. She didn’t think her own mother would do something like that. Aaron had acted as if she was buying drugs instead of studying, and now Mrs. Gibson was sticking up for her. Aaron was just like the other family she’d stayed with, though what he’d said about hoping to spend more time together was nice—not that she wanted to hang around a brother she hardly knew.
“It must have been awesome.”
Karin shrugged. “I guess. And I’m glad they gave me the classes I wanted. My...my dad used to calm Mom down when she got upset. He’d tease her, saying she had a hair-trigger temper and knew how to use it. That made her laugh, though I’m not sure why it was funny.”
Her face was really sad, and Melanie didn’t envy her any longer. Karin’s dad was dead; he’d died in a car crash a year ago in August. Her father wasn’t around much, but he was alive.
“I know what you mean. It’s like when
