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Chris glanced down at the Stetson in his hand and ran his fingers along the brim. “You’re the trustee for the boys’ inheritance from their dad,” he said when he raised his eyes to meet hers again. “You wanted to use the money on yourself instead of for the boys’ benefit, and you took Ian and Jamie away from their loving grandparents so no one could call you to account. And you won’t let the McCays even know where you are … where the boys are. Won’t let them be a part of your children’s lives.”
Holly closed her eyes for a second, laughed again without humor and shook her head. “All of that is true, except for one thing,” she admitted. “I am the sole trustee. And I did run with Ian and Jamie—three weeks before Christmas, did they mention that?” Chris nodded. “And I haven’t told the McCays where we are … for a perfectly good reason. Because—”
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Now he was glad he hadn’t called the McCays for several reasons, not the least of which was that he knew Peg Merrill, had known her all his life. If she and Holly were friends, then Holly couldn’t be the woman the McCays had made her out to be. Peg had an unerring BS meter—she’d nailed Chris on a few things over the years—which meant Holly couldn’t have fooled Peg about the kind of woman she was. To top it off, Peg reigned supreme in one area in particular—motherhood. The worst insult in her book was to call someone a bad mother. No way would she be friends with a woman who was a bad mother.
Besides, Peg was his sister-in-law. Former sister-in-law, really, since Laura was dead. But he wasn’t going there. Not now. Sister-in-law or not, Chris didn’t want to be on Peg’s bad side. Especially not on a pro bono case he’d already been having second thoughts about.
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