You Again Read Online Free PDF

let go of her finger but she'd didn't continue to stab him with it.  He'd keep an eye on it just in case.  "You want to get back with me despite my family and despite your misgivings about who I am."  Her laugh was brittle.  " Against your better judgement ."
    Well, yeah.  But he said nothing because it wouldn't come out right.  So he stood and stared like an idiot, hoping she could see how much he needed her, how much he loved her in spite of her relatives.  Didn't that make his love bigger, grander?  Didn't women want a grand passion and all that kind of noble stuff?
    Hell.  He didn’t know women at all, least of all the one standing before him.  So he kept his mouth shut.  He’d dug a big enough hole.  No need to fill it with more wrong words.
    "Well," she said, after a moment of cold silence, "I'm still the daughter of a thief and you're still a cop.  Nothing has changed, so if you didn't love me enough when Dad was alive, how can you love me enough now?"
    She turned and stomped up the hall to the front door.  He took the hint.  He followed her, pausing at the door which she held open for him.  The raw anger in her eyes stopped him from apologizing.  He couldn't say anything at that moment to make it better.  The best thing he could do was leave.
    He stepped outside but realized he was still bare-chested.  "My shirt."
    The door slammed in his face. 

 
    CHAPTER 4
     
    Lily expected a lecture when she told her mother about her recent illegal activity.  But Daisy McAllister said nothing.  She simply continued to add ingredients to her muffin mixture.  To the untrained eye, it appeared as if nothing was wrong, but Lily knew differently.  Her mother’s usual precision had vanished.  Instead of filling the measuring cup with flour and flattening the top with the blunt end of a knife, she dunked it into the bag and tossed the flour into the bowl.  Clouds of flour dust puffed out of the bowl and settled over the kitchen bench in a most unDaisy-like mess.
    Lily sighed.  The lecture was going to be a real killer.
    "How could you do something so stupid?"  Daisy finally said, turning to look at her daughter sitting at the little square table.  "You know these mansions have tight security.  You should have expected a hidden camera."
    Lily blinked back at her mother.  What, no ‘why did you break the law?’  "Okay, who are you and what are you doing in my mother's body?"
    Daisy swiped at an errant lock of white hair, smearing flour across her cheek.  It looked a little like war paint which was appropriate because Lily got the feeling she was about to do battle. 
    "That was a strange reaction considering I just informed you I've done something slightly illegal," Lily went on.  "I was expecting..." she shrugged, "I don't know, maybe a lecture about not going into Dad's line of business, how he wouldn't want it yada yada yada."
    "He would want it," Daisy muttered.  "And you're not getting that particular lecture because I'm saving it for later.  The lecture you're getting now is the one about protecting yourself no matter what you choose to do with your life.  Including going into your father's line of business as you call it."
    She turned back to the kitchen bench, picked up the bowl and a wooden spoon and began stirring the hell out of the muffin mixture.  A full minute later, she stopped to point the wooden spoon at Lily who'd been waiting patiently for the next installment of her reprimand. 
    "Why were you trying to put that necklace back anyway?  It's a worthless piece of junk," Daisy said.
    "You knew it was a fake?"
    Her mother waved the spoon around and a glob of wet mixture splattered on the bench.  "Well, of course.  Your father told me everything."
    "Then why didn't you tell me?"
    "If I'd known you would try to return it to those lying, sneaky Haywood-Smiths then I would have."  She pounded her wooden spoon into the bowl to punctuate the lying and sneaky parts.
    "Right," Lily