LITMIR.BIZ

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she’d never forgiven herself for allowing April to be in such danger.

      And now, here April was, firing away at the target with the same fierce expression on her face.

      She’s so much like me, Riley thought.

      And if April really put her heart and soul into it, Riley was sure that she’d become as good an FBI agent as she’d ever been – perhaps better.

      But was that a good thing or a bad thing?

      Riley didn’t know whether to feel guilty or proud.

      But during the half-hour training session, April fired with ever increasing confidence and accuracy at the target. By the time they left the gun store and drove home, Riley was definitely feeling proud.

      April was exhilarated and chatty, asking all kinds of questions about the training she had to look forward to. Riley gave the best answers she could, trying not to show her ambivalence about the future April seemed to want so much.

      As they neared home, April said, “Look who’s here.”

      Riley’s heart sank when she saw the expensive BMW pulled up in front of the townhouse. She knew it belonged to the last person in the world she wanted to see right now.

      CHAPTER THREE

      As Riley parked her own modest vehicle behind the BMW, she realized that things were likely to get very unpleasant in her house. When she turned off the engine, April picked up the box with the gun in it and started to get out of the car.

      “Better leave that here for now,” Riley said.

      She certainly didn’t want to explain the weapon to the unwelcome visitor.

      “I guess you’re right,” April replied, shoving the box under the front seat.

      “And don’t forget – don’t tell Jilly about this,” Riley said.

      “I won’t,” April said. “But she’s probably figured out already that you got something for me, and she’ll wonder all about it. Oh, well, on Sunday you’ll be giving her a present of her own and she’ll forget all about this.”

      Present of her own? Riley wondered.

      Then she remembered – Sunday was Jilly’s birthday.

      Riley felt her face flush with alarm.

      She’d almost forgotten that Gabriela had planned a family party for Sunday evening.

      And she still hadn’t bought Jilly a present.

      Don’t forget! she told herself sternly.

      Riley and April locked up the car and walked on into the house. Sure enough, the owner of the luxury car – Riley’s ex-husband – was sitting there in the living room.

      Jilly was in a chair across from him, her stony expression showing that she wasn’t the least bit happy to have him there.

      “Ryan, what are you doing here?” Riley asked.

      Ryan turned toward her with that charming smile that had too many times weakened her resolve to shut him out completely.

      He’s still handsome, damn it, she thought.

      She knew that he went to a lot of trouble to look that way and spent many hours at the gym.

      Ryan said, “Hey, is that any way to greet family? I am still family, aren’t I?”

      Nobody spoke for a moment.

      The tension was palpable and Ryan’s expression turned to one of disappointment.

      Riley wondered – what kind of greeting had he expected?

      He hadn’t even been to see them in about three months. Before that, they had made an attempt at reconciling. He’d spent a couple of months more or less living here, but he’d never completely moved in. He’d kept the comfortable house he had once shared with Riley and April before the separation and divorce.

      The girls had been happy to have him around – until he lost interest and wandered off again.

      The girls had been crushed by that.

      And now, here he was again, out of the blue and without warning.

      The silence continued to hang in the air. Then Jilly crossed her arms and scowled.

      Turning to Riley and April, she asked, “Where did the two of you take off to, anyway?”

      Riley gulped.

      She hated to lie to Jilly, but this would surely be a bad time to tell her about April’s gun.

      Fortunately, April said, “We just had an errand to run.”

      Ryan looked up at April.

      “Hey, sweetie,” he said. “Don’t I get a hug or something?”

      April didn’t make eye contact with him. She just stood there shuffling her feet for a moment.

      Finally she said in a sullen voice, “Hi, Daddy.”

      Looking like she was about to burst into tears, April turned around and trotted up the stairs to her room.

      Ryan’s mouth dropped open.

      “What was that all about?” he said.

      Riley sat down alone on the couch, trying to figure out how best to handle the situation.

      She asked again, “What are you doing here, Ryan?”

      Ryan shrugged.

      “Jilly and I are talking about her schoolwork – or at least I’m trying to get her to talk about her schoolwork. Have her grades been slipping? Is that what she doesn’t want to tell me?”

      “My grades are fine,” Jilly said.

      “So tell me all about school, why don’t you?” Ryan asked.

      “School’s fine – Mr. Paige,” Jilly said.

      Riley cringed, and Ryan looked wounded.

      Jilly had started calling Ryan “Dad” just before he had left.

      Before that, she had called him “Ryan.” Riley was sure that Jilly had never called him Mr. Paige before. The girl was expressing her attitude very clearly.

      Jilly got up from her chair and said, “If it’s OK with everybody, I’ve got some homework to do.”

      “Do you want any help?” Ryan asked.

      Jilly ignored the question and trotted up the stairs.

      Ryan looked at Riley with a stricken expression.

      “What’s going on here?” he said. “Why are the girls so mad at me?”

      Riley sighed bitterly. Sometimes her ex was just as immature as they’d both been when they married so young.

      “Ryan, what on earth did you expect?” she asked, as patiently as she could manage. “When you moved in, the girls were just thrilled to have you around. Especially Jilly. Ryan, that poor girl’s father was an abusive drunk. She almost became a prostitute to get away from him – and she’s just thirteen years old! It meant so much to her to have a father figure like you in her life. Don’t you understand how crushed she was when you took off?”

      Ryan just stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

      But Riley remembered all too well what Ryan had told her on the phone.

      “I need some space. This whole family thing – I thought I was ready for it, but I wasn’t.”

      And he hadn’t shown a lot of concern about Jilly at the time.

      “Riley, Jilly was your decision. I admire you for it. But I never signed up for it. Somebody else’s troubled teenager is too much for me. It’s not fair.”

      And now here he was, acting hurt because Jilly didn’t want to call him “Dad” anymore.

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