“What will happen to you when I die?”
He was shocked by the question. “Are you planning to?”
She averted her eyes. “Don’t be silly. I just want to see you happily married, like Mac is.”
“If it had been up to you, Mac would never have married Winnie,” he reminded her. “You thought she was after his money.”
“So I made an error in judgment,” she said, clearly uncomfortable. “But this nice girl is just what you need. She’s outgoing and social, always dressed in the latest fashion and she knows many people in high places.”
“So do I,” he reminded her.
“You need a family. You don’t even date anybody. Well,” she amended thoughtfully, “there was that lawyer, but wasn’t she just trying to get information out of you about a client?”
He didn’t like being reminded of that. “I date when I feel like it.”
“Yes, but you never feel like it!” she retorted. “You should have children to play with, now while you’re still young enough to play with them and do things with them!”
“I’m not married, Cammy,” he said patiently.
“I noticed!”
“I lead a hectic life,” he continued. “Most women wouldn’t be able to put up with the hours I keep.”
“Charlene is beautiful and she’s very tolerant of your lifestyle,” Cammy began.
“She is not,” Jon shot back. “She said that I’d have to give up video games.”
“You play too many of them,” Cammy agreed. “You should have children to take up your spare time.”
“Don’t you have anything else to do with your life besides trying to run mine for me?” Jon asked finally, exasperated.
“I am not trying to run your life. I want you to be happy.”
“Harassing me about marriage isn’t doing the job.”
“It isn’t harassment,” she groaned. “Son, you don’t even have a social life.”
“I don’t want one. I love my work.”
“You always have,” Cammy replied heavily. “You and McKuen, burying yourselves in dangerous occupations! The past has taken a heavy toll on both of you.”
“And on you,” Jon agreed. He kissed her forehead. “I know you miss Dad,” he said gently. “So do all of us. But you’re going overboard with plans for my future. You have to let life happen. You can’t force people to do things they don’t want to do.”
“You’d like Charlene if you gave her a chance,” she argued.
“She’s the most opinionated woman I’ve met recently,” he said gruffly.
“You’re only upset because she said you’d have to stop playing so many video games,” Cammy replied. “And she’s right.”
“She is not.”
“We can agree to differ. You should get out more. You spend too much time in this office with that woman out there,” she muttered.
“Joceline is my administrative assistant,” Jon replied. “She’s also a competent paralegal. Who do you think found the link that solved the murder of Mac’s little girl?”
Cammy frowned. “I thought it was McKuen.”
He shook his head. “Joceline dug out the information that broke the case.”
Cammy was evidently surprised, and not pleasantly. She shifted her feet. “She’s disrespectful.”
“I haven’t noticed that.”
“And she’s got a child. She’s not married.”
“She was going to be. Her fiancé died overseas in the military before he could marry her,” he said with faint defensiveness.
“She told you that?”
He nodded.
“How do you know it’s the truth?” she asked with a cold smile. “Women tell all sorts of stories.”
“Why are you so antagonistic toward her?”
She didn’t answer him. “If you won’t come to supper, how about to lunch tomorrow?”
“It’s a long drive to the ranch,” he began.
“I’m staying at the apartment in town,” she replied. “You’ll come, won’t you?”
He wanted a way out, but he was reluctant to refuse. Cammy was his mother. He didn’t spend a lot of time with her, and he felt guilty.
“I suppose I could. If it’s going to be just the two of us,” he added firmly.
“Of course,” she replied. She smiled. “Just us two.”
“Now, I have work to do,” he reminded her, opening the door.
“I’ll have something nice for you to eat,” she promised. She smiled at him and impulsively hugged him. “That’s my good boy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She kissed him, shot a cool look at Joceline and breezed out the front door.
“They do make Bengal tiger traps,” Joceline said thoughtfully. “Although you would have to dig a deep hole in the office.”
He wouldn’t smile, he wouldn’t smile …
She heard a muffled sound from behind his closed door, and she grinned.
THAT NIGHT SHE TOOK Markie to a local restaurant that featured a video game arcade. It was filled to capacity.
“Let’s try this one,” she said enthusiastically after they’d had chicken fingers and iced tea. “Here!”
“I like this one,” Markie agreed with a grin.
It was piloting fighter planes and shooting at an enemy on a huge movie screen. Markie laughed uninhibitedly, and so did Joceline. She enjoyed the once-a-month outing as much as he did. They had little money for frivolous things like this, but she didn’t want Markie to miss out on entertainment that other children had access to. For a four-year-old, he had an amazing dexterity and skill at the game.
She was aware of movement behind her. Suddenly there were three other people in the compartment, parked on either side of her and Markie, putting game cards into the slots.
“Think you’re good, do you?” Mac Kilraven chided. “Let’s see!”
“Don’t let him bait you, Joceline,” a very pregnant Winnie Sinclair said and laughed from beside him. “I can outshoot him! So can you!”
