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him, I can be the dutiful husband and just stay back. Sounds like a pretty basic job out there and—”
“No. McGrath actually asked us both to run this. As a team. Three months ago, he thought pairing us was a bad idea, so we must be doing something right. If he’s giving us this chance, I think we need to take it.”
“I agree,” Ellington said.
“So what do we do?”
They were quiet for a moment, but then Ellington spoke up. When he did, he spoke slowly, as if making sure every word was right—or that he actually meant what he was saying. “What’s the likelihood of them being here at the same time?” he said. “Really, think about that. The chances are incredibly slim. And if neither of us trusts one of them individually…”
“You mean you want them to tag-team babysitting?”
“It could work. You saw how they were getting along. And my God, Kevin looked like he was in grandma heaven.”
“Will your mom get offended?” she asked.
“I doubt it. Will yours?”
“No. Hell, she’ll be flattered that I’m asking her such a thing. Did you see the look on her face when I told her you and I had to head out for a quick meeting and were trusting them to watch over him?”
“Yeah, I did.” He considered it for a while as they came to the intersection where they would turn left to reach their apartment. “So…if the place isn’t burned down when we get back, do we want to ask both of them?”
Mackenzie panicked at the thought for only a moment. She recalled the brief visit she’d had with her mother months ago—how her mother had finally started getting back on her feet and acting responsibly. Maybe her visit out here and the desire to finally see her grandson was the turning point. And if Mackenzie could make sure her mother kept heading in the right direction, wasn’t it her responsibility as a daughter to make sure it happened? Certainly a few days with a thirteen-month-old grandson would help.
As they stepped onto the elevator in their building, Mackenzie reached out and took Ellington’s hand. “You okay with this? You sure?”
He made a confused expression while he nodded. “I am. I know it’s weird, but yeah. I think it will be okay. You?”
“Same.”
They entered the apartment, returning about eighty minutes after they had walked out. They found Frances wiping down the kitchen counters while Patricia sat on the floor playing with Kevin. They were currently playing with his Spin ’n’ Speak, one of his favorite toys. Seeing her mother down on the floor playing with him warmed her heart in a way that she had not expected. She gave Ellington a little nudge into the living room as they came through the door, indicating that he was going to have to be the one to do the speaking.
“So…Mom? Ms. White?”
“Oh, no, Patricia, please.”
“Okay…Mom and Patricia. So, Mackenzie and I have just been given an opportunity to work together on a case. We have before, of course, but ever since we got married, the bureau has been a little weird about pairing us up. But this time, it was requested.”
“Well, that’s wonderful,” Frances said.
“It is. Only, the case is in Utah. And we need to be on a plane around five o’clock in the morning.”
Patricia looked up at them for the first time since they had come in; her attention had been on Kevin the entire time. “Anything dangerous?” she asked.
“No more than usual,” Mackenzie said. “But we’re mentioning this to both of you because we understand just how unlikely it is that you’re both here. So, Mom…you had planned on staying in town for two days, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“And you,” Ellington said, pointing to his mother, “showed up unannounced, which makes me think you have no plans anytime soon. Is that a safe assumption?”
“I had planned to go home tomorrow, but I have no concrete plans, no.”
“Any chance you can cancel your hotel room and get a refund, Mom?” Mackenzie asked.
Patricia seemed to understand where this was going. She looked to Kevin, smiled brightly, and then back to her daughter with a bit of apprehension. “Mackenzie…I don’t know. I want to, sure. Of course I do. But are you sure?”
“It would be both of you,” Mackenzie said. “If Frances is up for it. Two or three days at most, I would think. Are you both okay with that?”
The tears that leaked from her mother’s eyes was all the answer Mackenzie needed. Still, Patricia nodded and got to her feet. When she came over and hugged her daughter, Mackenzie barely knew what to do. She hugged her mother back, unsure what it meant that it felt a little forced and awkward. Had it really been that long since they had embraced out of emotion rather than social necessity?
“Count me in, too,” Frances said. “I only have enough clothes for a day or two, but I can do the wash.”
“Mackenzie, I don’t even know where to start,” Patricia said. “It’s been so long since I cared for a baby and…”
“It’s like riding a bike,” Frances assured her. “And little Kevin there is an angel. Not a problem at all.”
“And we’ll leave a schedule for you,” Mackenzie said.
“As well as the numbers for the doctor, fire department, and poison control,” Ellington quipped.
When no one laughed, he grimaced and slowly stepped out of the room. Kevin, sitting on the floor, provided the only response as he craned his neck to see where his daddy was going.
“Think you can handle it, kiddo?” Mackenzie asked, getting down on the floor with him.
His only response was his usual smile and his big bright eyes as he looked up at his mother and the two older women behind her.
CHAPTER FIVE
About halfway through their flight to Utah, Mackenzie was on her second cup of bitter airline coffee as her first signs of worry took root. She glanced out the window, the early morning light blooming over the horizon, and then to Ellington.
“Still feel good about it?” she asked him.
“I do. Why? You changing your mind?”
“No. I just know my mother. I mean, it’s obvious she’s changing her life for the better and I hope spending some time with Kevin only helps to super-charge those changes. But I know my mother. I know how stubborn she can be. I know how defensive she can be. I can’t help but wonder if our mothers together might turn into a WWE cage match.”
“As long as they keep Kevin alive, I’m fine with that. I’d put my money on your mom, by the way.”
She could tell that he was slightly worried, but was trying to be the strong husband that she could depend on. Throughout their marriage and the years of partnering together beforehand, he had learned when to take on that role and when to step back and let her be strong. He was getting very good at doing both and knowing which role to fill at the appropriate time. She sighed, looked back out the window, and held his hand.
“Hey, Mac? It really is okay. It’s going to be great. This is part of being a family, you know? In-laws, relatives, all of it.”
“I know. But today it’s my mom. Tomorrow, what if my sister wants to step up and be an aunt all of a sudden?”
“Then you have to let her. Or, at the very least, let her try.”
“Oh, but you haven’t met Stephanie…”
“And I hadn’t met your mother until yesterday. Yet here we are, in the sky while she and my mother are down below, taking care of our son. And if I can be honest…?”
“Please do.”
“I think you’re