The Bad Son. Linda WarrenЧитать онлайн книгу.
the urge to go to her.
Lucky, hearing the distress in Macy’s voice, crawled into her lap. Lucky had a ring around his neck where his hair wouldn’t grow anymore. Some kids tried to hang him. Once rescued, he was taken to the animal shelter, the rope still around his neck. Macy’s number was on file and whenever they received an abused animal they called her, knowing she would nurture it back to health and find a home for it. The vet had said he was lucky to be alive, so that’s what Macy named him.
She’d found Lefty on the side of the road after a car had hit him. His right paw was so mangled that it had to be amputated. He hobbled on three legs and Macy had had him for years. Both dogs whimpered in her lap and Macy’s face changed completely. The stress disappeared and her face softened. Her animals brought her a peace that no one else could.
“In a way, your parents are right,” he told her. “Delia’s been on her own for a long time and she’s never taken kindly to interference in her life, from them or you.”
“I know, but there’s a baby involved now and she won’t even tell me who the father is. She won’t tell me anything.”
“She probably never will, and come a new day Delia could just as easily be gone again.”
“Yeah.” Macy stroked the dogs.
“Try not to argue with her because it’s not going to make a bit of difference. It never has.”
“You’re right.” She tried to smile and failed. “I always feel better when I talk to you.” She ran her hands through her hair again. “Oh, crap, I should have combed my hair before coming over here. I must look a mess. Or like a Brillo pad.”
You look beautiful.
He grinned. “It is sticking out in different directions.”
“Beau McCain.” She lifted an eyebrow. “You could at least say something flattering.”
I do, but you never hear me.
“I think it’s rather fetching like that.”
Her hand stilled. “You do?” For a moment she paused and he wondered if his opinion of her looks meant something to her, then she came back with one of her usual remarks. “You’re such a diplomatic lawyer and an even better liar.”
He winced. “Ouch.”
“Don’t pretend your feelings are hurt.” She stood with both dogs in her arms. “I better go back to the war zone and see what Delia’s visit is all about.”
Beau walked her to the door. “Let her talk and try not to pressure her. Just be patient.”
“I’ll try. I just worry about her.” At the door, she stopped. “How was your trip?”
“Fine.” He refrained from saying anything else.
“I miss you when you’re not here.”
For a brief second, his heart knocked against his ribs in excitement, then he had to remind himself that they were just words. Nothing else. Now was the time to tell her he was planning on moving, but she was too upset about her sister. He’d do it later.
MACY WALKED BACK to her condo, feeling the dried grass beneath her feet. She’d forgotten to put on her shoes. Oh well. She took a moment to breathe in the crisp February air. Soon spring would arrive, heralding new life and new beginnings. Maybe there was hope for her and Delia to start again.
Delia came down the stairs, her corn-colored hair orange in spots from being bleached so much. Why Delia had to do that to her hair, Macy didn’t understand. She never understood a lot of things about her sister, but she loved her and was going to be patient and listen like Beau had said.
She was so glad he was back. Her world just wasn’t right when he wasn’t around. There weren’t many people in her life she could trust, but Beau was…
Her thoughts stopped as Delia went to the refrigerator and grabbed a Coke, some chips and cookies. “I’m starving,” Delia said, and plopped her large frame into a chair.
“I can fix you something to eat,” Macy offered.
“No, thanks. I live off junk food.”
But it’s so bad for the baby. No, don’t say a word. Be patient.
She took a long breath. “So, how are you?”
“Big as a cow. My back hurts and I can’t sleep. I hate being pregnant.”
Macy sat at the table and stopped herself from running her hands through her hair. “It’ll be over soon.”
“Yeah.” Delia wolfed down two chocolate chip cookies. “The sooner the better because this is hell.”
Macy counted to three. “Have you talked to Mom or Dad lately?”
Delia stopped in the process of stuffing food into her mouth. “How likely is that?”
Macy let that pass. “We worry when we don’t hear from you.”
“Yeah, right.” Delia chuckled in disbelief. “You’re happy when you don’t hear from me. At least I’m not bugging you for money.”
“That’s not true.”
“Well, the last time I visited dear ol’ Mom, I met her new hubby. He has to be ten years younger than her. She couldn’t wait for me to leave—I think she was afraid I’d make a pass at him. And when I saw Dad and his young wife, they wanted me out as soon as possible. Didn’t say it, but every question, every nervous glance, made that crystal clear. So please don’t try to make me believe that my so-called family is worried about me.”
“I am,” Macy said quietly. “I worry about you all the time.”
“But that’s you, Macy. You worry about everyone, including every animal on this earth.” Delia took a swallow of the Coke. “Thought this place would be like a zoo, but you have only three critters. That has to be a first.”
Macy let that pass, too. “You’re my sister. I love you.” She paused. “Are you still on your meds?”
“Nope. Don’t see the need.”
Macy bit her lip. “Are you having an easy pregnancy?”
“I feel so keyed up, I can’t sit still and sometimes I feel as if I’m going crazy.”
“You’re not,” Macy assured her. “I’d like for you to see a doctor while you’re here. I’ll help all I can.”
Delia swung back her yellow hair and stretched her back, her large stomach protruding. “Don’t razz me. I just need a place to stay for a couple of days. I’m waiting for a deal to go through and when it does, I’ll be outta here.”
Macy frowned. “Deal?”
“No questions, because you wouldn’t like the answers.”
What was Delia up to? Be patient. “Do you know the sex of the baby?”
“A girl.”
“A little girl. How nice.” Warm, precious memories surfaced and she quickly forced them away.
“You would say that.” Delia pushed to her feet, her hands rubbing her back. “God, my back is killing me. Do you have any pain pills? I could use something, the stronger the better.”
“You shouldn’t take anything without a doctor’s advice. It could hurt the baby.” Her patience ran out and she couldn’t stop the censure in her voice.
“Don’t tell me what to do. That’s what I hate about you—you’re always trying to run my life.”
Macy sucked in a deep breath. “It’s for your own good. You have to think about the baby. I’ll give you a massage, that will help to calm you.”