Mad, Bad and Blonde - Cathie Linz [100]
Her attention was diverted when Gram came into the room, tears running down her face. Megan’s dad put his arm around her and guided her from the room.
“You.” Jeff turned his wrath on Logan. “You couldn’t have made this info public sooner? Dammit, I should have checked out the guy myself, but my mother made me swear I wouldn’t. And Faith did a preliminary check on him. Clearly she didn’t look deep enough.”
“My grandfather thought he was free to marry Ingrid,” Logan said, sounding remarkably calm for a man who looked like he wanted to kill someone for a second there. Then he had his cop face back on. Megan recognized it because it was so similar to Caine’s war face.
“Does he have dementia?” Jeff demanded. “Is that it? He forgets he still has a wife?”
“No, he doesn’t have dementia.” Logan’s voice reflected his growing aggravation.
“So he’s just an old geezer who likes conning rich old women?” Jeff said.
“You take that back!” Buddy growled as he joined them. “Ingrid is not old and neither am I. I’m for sure not so old a geezer that I can’t take you, boyo.”
Megan put her hand on her uncle’s chest, stopping him before he could do something stupid. “There will be no fighting here.”
“Let’s take it outside then,” Buddy said.
“No fighting on the terrace either,” Megan said. “No fighting anywhere, period.”
“You stay away from my mother,” Jeff told Buddy, pointing an angry finger at him. “If I catch you anywhere near her, you’ll regret it.”
Buddy pointed an angry finger right back at him, with his other digits bent.
“Did you see that? He just gave me the finger,” Jeff bellowed. “Get him out of here before I call security and have him tossed out.”
“You and what army?” Buddy growled.
“Come on,” Logan said, putting an arm around his grandfather’s shoulders and guiding him out.
Megan’s uncle followed them to make sure of their exit, leaving Megan alone in the room with the still-bemused minister.
“It was . . . uh . . . it was a lovely . . . uh . . . ceremony . . . for the most part,” the minister said, trying to be cheerful and looking for a silver lining.
“Yeah, it was just peachy.” Megan said. The best laid plans of mice and men and librarians sometimes went to hell in a hand basket with lightning-fast speed. Little did Megan know that things were about to get much, much worse.