Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [46]
“I didn’t dump you.”
“You sort of did,” Gram said.
“Thank you.” Megan’s look told Logan, See? I was right.
Logan defended himself. “I had a flight to catch, which was canceled when I got here. I’ve got a job waiting for me back in Chicago.”
“So do I,” Megan said.
“Children, children.” Gram shook her head. “Try to be nice.”
“Is there a problem over here?” Buddy asked almost hopefully. “Anything I can do to help?”
“Yes. Don’t propose to a woman if you’re still married to someone else,” Gram said tartly.
“I told you, I didn’t know I was still married. I thought it was annulled. It only lasted two days.”
“A lot can happen in two days.” Gram gave Megan a meaningful look.
“Children, try to be nice,” Logan said, repeating Gram’s earlier words.
“Can I get you girls anything while we wait?” Buddy asked. “A drink or something to eat? I saw a couple of places along the concourse.”
“We’re fine,” Gram said. “We don’t need your help.”
“Now Ingrid, don’t be like that. How long are you going to stay mad at me?”
“As long as it takes.”
“What are you two doing here harassing my family?” Megan’s uncle demanded as he joined them. “Don’t make me call security. Beat it.”
“You beat it,” Buddy said, sticking his chest out like a riled-up rooster. “We were here first.”
“And they weren’t harassing me,” Megan said. “We were having a pleasant conversation, which you interrupted.”
“They’re seeing each other,” Buddy said. “You better get used to it.”
“What do you mean, ‘seeing each other’?” Uncle Jeff demanded.
“What do you think I mean?”
“All I know is that your no-good grandson took my niece to a brothel. Did he tell you that?”
Buddy looked at Logan, who remained silent.
“And then he took her to bed,” her uncle added for good measure.
Buddy’s bushy eyebrows rose to his hairline. “You bedded her at a brothel? Megan, I thought you were a librarian.”
“I am a librarian,” she said. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Librarians shouldn’t be doing such things.” Buddy shook his head.
“I didn’t bed her in a brothel,” Logan growled. “I didn’t bed her at all.”
“There was only one room available at the Queen of Hearts Motel and we had to share the bed, but it was a huge king-sized bed,” Megan explained.
“So there was no hanky-panky going on, then?” Buddy said.
Megan cursed her blushing cheeks. “That’s none of your beeswax,” she shot back, using one of his favorite phrases.
“Look, the car broke down, we were stuck in this rinky-dink town in the middle of nowhere for the night.” Logan’s voice was matter-of-fact. “That’s it.”
“What about the shotgun wedding?” The question came from her father, who’d just joined them.
“It was the mayor’s idea of a joke,” Logan said.
Wow, Logan was a much better liar than she was. Megan decided to keep quiet and let him do the talking for a while.
“Sounds like a strange joke to me,” her uncle said.
“The mayor was a strange kind of guy. Right, Megan?”
She nodded. She could do that without messing up.
“We got things straightened up and got the car repaired and headed straight back to Vegas,” Logan said.
“Why didn’t you call from . . . where did you say you were?” Her uncle eyed Logan as if administering a visual lie detector test.
“Last Resort. And their landlines were out,” Logan said. “We couldn’t get any cell service. Right, Megan?”
Another nod. She was getting good at this. Not that she was a yes-girl. She had her own mind.
But she needed a break from the inquisition. And she had yet to sit down and talk to her father about the lies he’d told her most of her life. She just wasn’t ready to go there yet.
“It all sounds suspicious to me,” her uncle maintained.
“Everything sounds suspicious to you,” Gram said, rejoining them with a giant smoothie from the health food stand a short distance away.
“You could benefit from being more suspicious,” Megan’s uncle told Gram. “You too,” he told Megan.
“Come along, Megan.” Gram hooked her arm in hers. “We don’t have to put up with this.”
“Wait.” Megan was afraid to leave