above his heart. âDog and I just about froze to death in the truck. I was going to come inside the skating rink to get warm, but I was afraid I looked too disreputable, so I fished around in your purse until I found your address and your keys, and then I drove myself over here.â
âI thought you couldnât drive.â
âWell, I discovered I could just about wrap my fingers around the wheel.â He waved his cast at her and wiggled his fingers. âAnd lucky it was my left arm that you broke, because I can shift with my good hand.â
âAnd then you just let yourself in and went to bed?â she sputtered.
âThere wasnât anyone home. I put Dog in your backyard and went upstairs.â
âIt was just like Goldilocks,â Aunt Edna insisted. âI went upstairs and there he was, sleeping just as peaceful as could be.â
âUntil Edna started screaming.â He raised an eyebrow at Edna. âYouâve got some voice.â
Edna sniffed indignantly. âWell, what do you think? You think Iâm some frail old lady? And if you hadnât come up with a good explanation Iâd have cracked your skull wide open with my wooden rolling pin.â
Chris smiled and looked sidewise at Ken. âDonât doubt it for a minute,â she whispered.
âYouâre obviously closely related.â
âAunt Edna is my motherâs sister and reigning family matriarch.â
âSeventy-five years old, and Iâm almost as good as new,â she said proudly. âNow you young folks go into the parlor, and Iâll get us some refreshments.â
âThat wonât be necessary, Aunt Edna. Iâm sure Mr. Callahan will be anxious to be on his way.â
Aunt Ednaâs mouth closed with a determined snap. âI wonât hear of it. Anyone can see the man is hungry, and he donât look like heâs in such a hurry to leave.â
Ken beamed. âIâd like to stay for refreshments.â
âYou see?â Edna gloated. âI knew he didnât want to rush off.â She smacked her lips with satisfaction and bustled off to the kitchen.
Ken smiled. âI like your aunt.â
Chris glanced up at him. âWhen my marriage collapsed it was Aunt Edna that put the pieces back together. Her own husband died eleven years ago. When I was in my eighth month, Aunt Edna arrived unannounced and informed me that I needed looking after. I was the only one in my Lamaze class with a sixty-seven-year-old lady for a coach.â Chris shook her head, still amazed at the memory. âShe went right through delivery with me. She was wonderful.â
âAnd sheâs lived with you ever since?â
âOff and on. She travels from family member to family member. Mostly wherever thereâs a disaster. Lately Iâve tried to keep her here because of Lucy. In order for me to make enough money to support us itâs necessary for me to give after-school and evening lessons. If it werenât for Aunt Edna, Iâd have to put Lucy in day care and hire babysitters at night.â
Ken relaxed onto the couch and patted the spot next to him. âCome sit by me.â The sounds of banging cupboards and clanking dishes drifted in from the kitchen. Ken looked in the direction of the clatter. His mouth twitched and finally gave way to a full-fledged grin.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âI just thought of something your aunt said to me.â He threw his head back and laughed.
Chris marveled at the quality of his laughter. It was full and rich and deeply masculine and impossible to ignore. She smiled and prodded him. âWell? What did she say?â
âWhen she walked in and found me asleep in your bed, she let out with this ear-splitting screechâit had me sitting bolt upright before I even opened my eyes. But then she took a good look at me. I guess she sized me up and figured I was okay,