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Think, Josie, think.

Mike looked so imposing in the dimly lit car. All angles and shadows. If she hadn’t heard from his niece that he was a law-abiding citizen, she would be pulling out her pepper spray right about now.

She forced a carefree laugh. “Kidnapping? Now you’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m dead serious. You’re keeping a minor away from her legal guardian.”

“Okay, I admit I was uncooperative at first. But she’d told me she was eighteen. And, for the record, I didn’t have anything to do with her sneaking out of the diner this evening.”

With his dark brows drawn together, he glared at her. “You could have told me as soon as you noticed her missing.”

“She’s not necessarily missing. She said something about having plans tonight. I imagine she’ll show up later either here or at my house.”

“She knows where you live? Let’s go check there.”

Josie tentatively touched his forearm, surprised at the warmth against her cold fingers. “I can’t betray her. I promised I’d protect her from you.”

“Protect?” He jerked his arm away. “What on earth did she tell you? That I beat her?”

Josie hesitated.

“Come on. I would never do a thing to hurt Lisa. I just want her safely at school.”

“Mike, she’ll come around eventually. But right now you need to do what’s best for Lisa.”

“I know what’s best for my own niece.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Before he could argue, she said, “I need time to talk her into meeting with you. Promise me you won’t ambush her, or she may truly run again.”

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly it was a wonder it didn’t bend. He shook his head and exhaled. “Why are you doing this for a runaway teenager—a stranger?”

“Because I was in her shoes once.”

“You ran away?” he said as if surprised.

“Yep. Twice.”

“Did your parents find you?”

“They did the first time. The second time, I had just graduated from high school, so they didn’t do anything about it.”

As he digested her story, she relaxed against the seat and said, “I guess I should head home and wait. Lisa has about two hours before her midnight curfew.”

“Curfew? Is she living with you?”

Forget relaxing. She had almost let that piece of information slip. If she told him yes, he would be sitting on her doorstep around the clock. “She’s been staying somewhere safe. I keep tabs on her. That’s all I’m saying for now.”

He tried the bending-the-steering-wheel trick one more time. The man oozed tension.

Of course, she would, too, in the same situation.

“You know, I hate to sit and wait,” he said. “If you’re wrong about her whereabouts, she could be getting farther away by the minute.”

“There’s a possibility she’s at the nearby craft school. I’ll drive up there and make sure.”

He slowly turned his head and stared at Josie with his night-darkened blue eyes. “Why couldn’t you have said that as soon as you came out here?”

His intensity sent little sparks of awareness along her nerve endings. Which was absolutely crazy. His type usually made her want to shudder. “I had to make sure I could trust you,” she sputtered.

“Trust, Josie? I assure you, you can trust me.”

His inflection said exactly what he thought of her. He would understand her wariness, though, if only he knew how a rich, domineering man had let her down before.

Her conscience pricked her for being judgmental. Lord, help me not to compare Mike with my dad, not to judge him. But most of all, protect Lisa. And please, please, let her be at the craft school.

Josie continued to plead with God as she directed Mike to park at the entrance to the campus. He’d insisted on coming along. As she’d discovered, when Mike insisted, a person didn’t have much choice.

“Wait here. I’ll walk up and look in the gallery,” she said.

“It’s after ten. I would think it would be closed.”

“If I don’t find her in the gallery, I’ll see if I can find Brian’s truck.”

Mike thunked his head against the headrest and closed his eyes. “Brian?”

“The bread delivery guy. Bud said she left with him.”

With a not-at-all-happy laugh, he shook his head. “I’ll give you ten minutes. Then I’m driving up to take a look around.”

“Come on, Mike. If you chase her down now, nothing will have changed. She’ll just run again—if not tonight, then another day. Don’t blow it with impatience.”

He leaned closer, right in her face, and boy, did he smell good.

“You haven’t begun to see my impatience, Josie. Ten minutes. Not one minute longer.”

She moved closer until her nose almost touched his. “I’m not some peon crawling to you, begging for a loan.”

Without moving an inch away from her challenge, he said, “Ready, set…” Then, somehow, his watch beeped. “…Go.”

As much as she would love to argue with the maddening man, she resisted and slung the door open. She jumped out and started running up the drive. Forget your pride, Josie. Think of Lisa.

Huffing and puffing, she stopped at the main building, but it was dark. A trip around the building revealed music playing up the hill at one of the visiting artists’ cottages.

She followed the sound and about collapsed in relief when she heard Lisa’s voice. Now she had to somehow send Lisa home without giving away the fact that Mike was only two hundred yards away.

A brisk walk to the porch of one of the houses found Lisa, Brian and a group of students talking over the strains of jazz.

“Hi,” Josie said.

“Josie! What are you doing here?” Lisa’s gaze darted around, no doubt looking for Mike.

“I came to tell you to get on back to the house.”

“What about my uncle?”

“We’ll talk about him when you get there.”

“Curfew isn’t until twelve.”

“I just changed it to ten-thirty.”

“But it’s that time now.”

“Then I suggest you get going.”

“But, Josie—”

“As long as you’re under my roof, I expect you to play by my rules.” Please don’t let this backfire!

Lisa looked at her new friends and shrugged. “I guess I’ll see ya later. Thanks for telling me about the gallery opening. It was awesome.”

“Hey, anytime,” a young woman said. “I hope you’ll consider taking some classes.”

“Sure.” Lisa glanced at Josie guiltily. “When I’m old enough.” She took the hand of the tall, lanky kid next to her. “Come on, Brian.”

“Brian, I expect you to take her directly home,” Josie said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

As dignified as she could, Josie traipsed down the hill, then started into a full run as soon as she was out of sight. She met Mike’s headlights halfway up the drive and stepped in the middle of the road, putting up her hand to tell him to halt.

Once he stopped, she hurried to the passenger’s side and climbed in. “She’s here. Back up and go out the way we came in before she sees you, or she’s liable to tell Brian to head to the state line.”

Michael looked ahead up the road and thought for a moment about staying put, blocking the drive.

“If we’re lucky, they’ll take another minute or two to get to Brian’s truck.” Josie breathed heavily, her hair a wild curly mess falling out of confinement.

“How do I know you really saw her at all?”

She growled her irritation. “If my running all the way up there was for nothing, then I may just…” She growled again.

Josie might have a point. He didn’t want to risk scaring Lisa away. He’d have to believe the crazy woman beside him.

He backed the car up, then squealed out of the parking lot.

“Hey. Watch it,” she said. “You might get your Beemer dusty or something.”

He let off the gas. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually drive so carelessly.”

“I suspected as much.”

“It’s just so frustrating to get this close and not see her.”

“She’ll meet you tomorrow. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Josie didn’t seem to be jesting. “You’ll do that for me?”

“I’ll do it for Lisa. Whether she realizes it or not, she needs you.”

“Exactly. She needs my influence to get her reinstated in school where she has stability, where she has female role models.”

“I said she needs you—your love—not the substitute you’re trying to provide.”

Love. He almost laughed out loud. Hadn’t Gloria, as she’d returned his great grandmother’s engagement ring, told him he wasn’t even capable of loving? And what about his own sister? Patricia had certainly made her opinion of his love perfectly clear on the night she’d died.

Love? A stab of guilt knocked him deeper into his seat. What could he possibly offer Lisa besides a prestigious private school, a fine college education and a position at the bank?

“I’ll take you home,” he said. “I’m holding you to your word about tomorrow.”

“My car’s at the diner.”

“You know, I’m struggling with leaving this all in your hands. Do you promise you won’t help her escape tonight?”

“Of course I won’t. Trust me.”

In his world, trust was only secured once there was a solid, no-loopholes contract signed. Somehow, he didn’t see her signing anything at the moment. He arched one brow at her, but she merely smiled. Which didn’t reassure him at all.

“Mike, you never mentioned Lisa’s father. Why isn’t he the guardian?”

“Lisa’s father has never been in the picture. He and my sister never married.”

“Then it must have been really hard for Lisa when her mother died.”

Difficult for Lisa, yes. But at least she didn’t have to live with the guilt of being at fault. He was the one who’d said horrid things that had upset Patricia that night. “I don’t think she’s fully dealt with Patricia’s death. Other than with excessive rebellion.”

“I imagine it’s been tough trying to love a troublemaking teenager.”

He clenched his teeth to keep from griping about how tough. “We’ve had our rough spots.”

“Why did she run away? Honestly.”

He hesitated. Of course, Josie probably knew the whole story. Lisa tended to tell things like they were. “She doesn’t like boarding school. She wants to live with me, but I can’t take care of her. I’m at the bank twelve hours a day, and I travel.”

“It’s not like she’s a toddler. She could be home a couple of hours a day by herself. You could even send her to her grandparents or hire someone to help.”

“She’s landed in too much trouble to be left to her own devices. And my parents can’t take on that responsibility.” He stopped at a red light. “As far as hiring someone to function as a sort of nanny, well, I didn’t like any of the candidates I interviewed.”

“Maybe you should make some adjustments to your schedule for the welfare of your niece.”

As he turned up the street to the diner, he fought the temptation to defend himself. Ultimately, his schedule was none of her business. “I make decisions as I see fit, and I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your advice to yourself from now on.” He motioned to a lone parked car. “Is that your vehicle?”

“Yes, that’s my heap of junk. And I’ll try to keep my opinions to myself.”

Try was the operative word.

“How am I going to be sure Lisa is secure for the night?” he asked.

“Give me your cell-phone number, and I’ll call if she doesn’t show up at my house.”

“Ah, I see. So she is staying at your house.”

A smile spread across her face. “Man, Mike, you’re good.”

“What can I say?”

She pulled a scrap of paper out of her pocket. “Do you have a pen? I need your number.”

There was no way he would go to bed tonight without catching a glimpse of Lisa. “How about I follow you home? I won’t let Lisa see me.”

“That won’t be necessary, Mike.”

“Michael.”

“That won’t be necessary, Mike.” She smiled so sweetly it made it difficult to stand firm.

Difficult, but not impossible. “Oh, yes it will.”

Michael followed Josie to within a block of her house. After she went in the front door and flashed the porch light, their prearranged signal that Lisa was there, he pulled his car closer.

A light came on in a side window. Maybe he could take a quick look, just to confirm Lisa was really there. And that they weren’t packing her bags.

He parked, got out, then crept around the corner of the tiny, vinyl-siding home. Strangely, it appeared to be pink in the glow of the streetlights.

Pink hair, pink uniform, pink house. Strange woman.

After surveying the height of the window, he quickly grabbed an empty metal garbage can from the neighbor’s yard to stand on, then eased along the wall of Josie’s house. A cat darted out of the bushes, scaring the life out of him. He nearly dropped the trash can.

But he carried on with his mission and set the can upside down, then climbed up, standing on the edges to keep the bottom from denting in. He rose up on his toes. As he reached the window, he realized it was raised about two inches. Voices carried out the opening.

Jackpot!

“I can’t believe you let him follow you here,” Lisa said in an angry whisper, as if he might somehow be near enough to hear.

“He didn’t exactly give me any choice.”

Josie had her back to him, but he could see the top of Lisa’s head. Green head.

Though relief at finally seeing her eased the knot in his stomach, irritation that she had carried out her hair-coloring threat sparked through him. It would be one more battle Lisa would wage with her grandmother.

Lisa moved to the side. Her hair wasn’t only green. It also looked as if a lawn mower had gotten hold of it. “You promised you’d get rid of him, Josie.”

“That was before I realized he’s not as bad as you said he was.”

“But you didn’t try. You sat right down and started chatting with him at the diner like he was some long-lost friend.”

“And he wasn’t even scared off by my interrogation or gum-snapping small-time waitress act.”

“Scared off? He probably hasn’t had a date since snooty ol’ Gloria told him to take a hike. The poor guy must be desperate.”

Incensed, Michael said, “I beg your pardon.”

The screams of the two women startled him, but he managed to stay balanced. Josie, on the other hand, dropped to the floor, and Lisa practically dove under the bed.

“It’s only me, the desperate one,” he said.

Josie hopped up and fully raised the window. “You…You Peeping Tom! I should call the police.”

“Go right ahead. I’ll tell them you’re hiding a minor here. For all I know, you kidnapped her.”

He squinted, peering through the screen into the tiny bedroom. “Speaking of the minor…Lisa, come out from under there.”

Silence.

“Lisa…”

“Oh, give it up, Lisa,” Josie said. “Come on out. We’re busted.”

“And so are you, buddy,” said a gravelly voice behind Michael. “Police. Put your hands up.”

Josie had to fight the incredulous laugh that nearly bubbled out of her. It wasn’t very often the president of a bank found himself in Mike’s position. She pressed her face against the screen and found a frequent patron of the diner and member of her church. “Hello, Officer Fredrickson.”

“You okay here, Josie? Your neighbor called saying someone was sitting in a car casing out your house. Do you know this man?”

Mike glared at her, and she bit her lower lip to keep from grinning.

“I don’t really know him….” This would be one way to get Mike off Lisa’s back. But did she dare?

“So, do you want to press charges against this pervert?”

“Pervert? This is ridiculous. My name is Michael Throckmorton. My niece is in there.” He leaned his face closer. “Tell the man, Josie. You do remember what we talked about?”

Yes, the supposed kidnapping. She couldn’t risk it. “I actually met him today, Officer. And his niece is here in, uh, on the floor.”

Lisa slung the yellow-flowered bedspread back and scooted out from under the bed. She approached the window, her furious gaze spearing first Josie, then Mike.

“Is this your uncle, Miss?”

She jammed her hands on her hips. “Yes.”

“Then what’s he doing out here peeking in?” the policeman asked.

“It’s not something I do every day,” Michael said through clenched teeth, scowling at Josie. “Can I put my hands down now and explain?”

“Sure, if you’ll hop off there and show me some ID.”

While Mike complied, Josie coaxed Lisa to go outside with her. They joined Mike on the lawn as the officer checked his license with a flashlight.

Josie figured she’d better not push him any further. “You can go, Officer Fredrickson. We were about to discuss his niece.”

“You’re sure? I won’t leave if you’re not totally comfortable.”

Recalling the full name printed on the business card Mike had left at the diner with Bud, she knew she would never be totally comfortable around one Michael H. Throckmorton III. “We’re fine here. Just a misunderstanding.”

“Okay. You can relax now, buddy. Call if you need anything, Josie.” He pressed the button on his shoulder radio to call the station and lumbered away.

Mike stood nearly nose-to-nose with Josie. “Let’s go in the house. Now.”

Each word was its own sentence. The man meant business.

Well, she meant business, too. She jabbed at his nose with her forefinger. “Talk to me in that tone of voice and I’ll call the cop back over here.”

“Go right ahead. I’ll throw around the word kidnapping this time.” He tried to peer around Josie. “Lisa, get packed. You’re coming with me right now.”

“No.”

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Then you’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming. What will the neighbors think about that? Huh?”

Michael thought his blood pressure might blow out the top of his head. Never in his life had he been this frustrated. There was only one solution.

He barreled toward the front of the house. “Officer Fredrickson!”

The man heard him and rolled down his window. “Yes, Mr. Throckmorton?”

“I want to press charges.”

“What on earth for?”

“Kidnapping, against Josie.”

“Kidnapping?”

“Or delinquency against my niece. Whichever will get a runaway sixteen-year-old home the quickest.”

Michael had to hurry each step to keep up with the irate, stomping pace of Lisa.

“I cannot believe you,” she raged in her staccato fury—the same words she’d repeated a dozen times on the way to the police precinct.

He was beginning to regret his hasty decision. It didn’t look as if it would work in his favor. Especially since Josie had offered herself so the cop wouldn’t haul Lisa in to the station.

Michael reached around Lisa to open the door to the building, but she grabbed the handle and flung it outward, nearly hitting him in the face.

“I just cannot believe you did this to her.”

As he started to ask a man at the front desk where to find Josie, Lisa squealed her name and ran into an adjoining room.

The “prisoner” sat perched on the edge of Officer Fredrickson’s desk, her busy foot swinging, while the man laughed at something she’d said.

She didn’t look too traumatized, yet Lisa threw herself at Josie as if Josie had been abducted and tortured for a month.

“I’m okay, Lisa. We were just talking.”

“You mean they didn’t, like, lock you up with murderers?”

“You may be watching a little too much TV, darlin’,” the older officer said in a kind voice. “The first thing we have to do is fill out form after form.”

Lisa’s eyes teared up. Michael assumed it was from relief. He hadn’t realized having Josie arrested would frighten his niece so much.

Lisa grabbed the officer’s arm. “Josie didn’t do anything wrong. She never made me stay. She’s been helping me.”

Lisa turned to Michael. Her anger seemed to have vanished, and her eyes pleaded with him. “I don’t ask for much. But I’m asking now. Tell them to let her go.” She swallowed. “Please.” It came out in a choked whisper.

How could he refuse?

“We haven’t filed any paperwork yet,” the officer said.

Josie patted his niece and gave Michael a mother-bear look. “All you’ve managed to do is scare her to death. You’re not helping yourself a bit.”

With a wave of his hand, he said, “Fine. I won’t press charges.”

Instead of rushing into his arms and thanking him, Lisa glared daggers at him, took Josie’s hand, then tugged her back to the entrance as if racing away before he changed his mind.

“Josie’s a good woman,” the cop said. “You can trust her with your niece. Our church has referred a couple of runaways to her. She’s worked wonders.”

He was coming to the same conclusion himself, but didn’t have to like the fact. Michael nodded to the man. “Thank you, sir. Sorry to have caused you any trouble this evening.”

“No trouble at all. Added a little excitement to an otherwise boring night.”

Michael’s night had been far from boring. And what now? Waiting in his car were two indignant females.

“For the last time, no,” Lisa said.

Michael sat across Josie’s coffee table—actually it was an old crate painted bright yellow—from his niece. They were at a standoff. He had said come home, she’d said no. Repeatedly.

There seemed to be no middle ground. And he was exhausted.

Against all odds, when they had arrived back at Josie’s house, she had invited him in to talk to Lisa. Since he had survived the ride home without any violent outbursts, he had assumed Lisa had settled down and would be reasonable.

Apparently, she hadn’t, and wouldn’t. Out of desperation, he said, “Your grandmother said to tell you that you need to be back in school.”

With a little snort and sarcastic laugh, she said, “Oh, okay. Then give me five minutes to pack.” Of course she made no move to cooperate. As she sulked, slouching in a tattered blue recliner, he studied the room. It was clean, but definitely not tidy. The decor was modern thrift shop.

Then he noticed the walls. It seemed every inch of space was covered by the most eclectic collection of framed prints he’d ever seen. Watercolors, oils, photographs. Landscapes, flowers, portraits, posters, strange and unidentifiable—

“Here’s your Coke,” the art collector herself said as she walked into the room from the kitchen.

He pulled his attention away from the weird sketch. Except for that particular one, he rather liked the feel of the room.

She handed him his drink. “I see you’ve been admiring my artwork.”

He glanced at her sheepishly. “Yes.”

“Just so you know, every piece has sentimental value.”

“Really?

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, eyes sparking.

“I’m sure you don’t.”

“You can’t believe I have such a hodgepodge hung up all over the place.”

“No, actually—”

“You don’t have to deny it, Uncle Michael. I could see it on your face, too.” With her forefinger, Lisa pushed up the tip of her nose. “All the Throckmortons are such snobs.”

“Lisa, don’t talk to your uncle that way,” Josie said.

Michael stopped with the can halfway to his lips. The spit-fire waitress was full of surprises. He would have expected her to agree.

Lisa appeared as surprised as he was. “I can’t believe you’re taking his side, Josie.”

“I’m not taking sides at all. You just need to learn to respect your uncle.” She sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Michael. “Now, have you two solved anything?”

“No,” he said. “It seems we’re at an impasse.”

Josie kicked off her work shoes and wiggled her stockinged toes. “Can I make a suggestion?”

“Go for it,” Lisa said. “Anything that’ll help him see I’m never going back to that awful school where the teachers try to make us cookie-cutter copies of each other.”

He pointed his finger at Lisa. “They’re trying to make you, at a minimum, fit for polite society.”

“Mike, talking like that isn’t going to help one bit,” Josie warned.

Lisa grinned as if she’d won the skirmish. But he knew Josie was right.

“Speaking of the school…” Josie said. “Has Lisa told you about the kids mistreating her?”

“She claimed some girls on her floor have spread outrageous rumors about her. But I know their families and find it highly unlikely.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“Maybe the girl that informed you of the situation misunderstood. Or maybe you misunderstood.”

“I’m not hard of hearing, and neither is she.”

“I’m just saying you may be looking for trouble where there is none. Maybe you saw it as a means to manipulate me into giving you your way.”

Lisa jumped to her feet. “Are you calling me a liar?”

Michael shook his head and heaved a tired sigh. This conversation wasn’t progressing at all as he had hoped. “No. I’m just not sure what this has to do with anything. If you don’t like the girls, you simply avoid them.”

“Mike,” Josie said, “that might not be as easy as you think.”

“What’s hard about finding new friends?”

“Finding new friends?” Lisa’s face flushed in anger. “Are you a hundred years old, or somethin’? Don’t you remember how hard that is?” She appeared ready to turn on the tears again.

Not what he needed at the moment.

“You know, this has been a stressful night.” Josie refrained from blaming him. “You two haven’t accomplished anything, and I have to get up in less than five hours.”

“How long have you been residing here, Lisa?” he asked.

“Residing?” Lisa rolled her eyes and threw her arms up in exasperation. “Do you always have to talk like you’re a dictionary?”

Josie rose to her feet. “Okay, you two. We’re all testy. How about we meet tomorrow at the diner at ten-thirty, after the breakfast rush, and try this again? I’ll attempt to act as moderator.”

Lisa crossed her arms. “But—”

“That’s final.” With a clink-clink of silver jewelry, Josie pointed toward the bedrooms. “Lisa, good night.”

Without another word, Lisa marched down the hallway, her ragged-edged jeans dragging along the hardwood floor. Amazed that Josie had such control over the firebrand, he couldn’t help a twinge of admiration.

Though he hated to have to go through Josie to get to Lisa, at least now he knew Lisa was safe and had a roof over her head. He should be grateful to Josie for that much.

She took three steps to the front door and held it open for him.

He stepped out onto the front porch. “By the way, can you recommend a hotel?”

“You’re not going to find the Ritz.”

“I don’t expect the Ritz.”

“No?” She attempted a tired smile. “Go right at the end of my street. Once you hit the main road, take a left. The Comfy Inn’s on the right. I know the owner. She’s a fanatic about cleanliness.”

Apparently, Josie was starting to know him as well as she knew Lisa. “Sounds perfect.” He put his hands in his pockets and inspected his shoes. “I’m sorry about tonight.”

She shrugged. “No harm done to me. You ought to be apologizing to your niece.”

“I’ll try. If she’ll even listen.”

Josie gave a quiet laugh. “We’ll find out, won’t we?”

“I also owe you a debt of gratitude. For taking care of Lisa. I’ve worried where she might be resid—” He glanced across the room where she had disappeared. “…Where she might be staying.”

Josie smiled, and he sucked in a breath. This time her smile seemed genuine, not nervous or forced. And it really packed a punch.

“You’re welcome, Mike. I view it as part of my calling.”

“Your calling?”

“From God. To care for people like Jesus did.”

It was one thing to attend church regularly. Michael, himself, did that. But hearing God call you to take in runaways? “I see. Well, good night.”

As he drove past the row of tiny wood and stone houses, he pondered his options. Not only did he have to fight a teen who hated him, but he also had to deal with a woman who, because of a calling from God, might try to come between him and that teenager.

He wondered which one would prove the more worthy adversary.

He suspected the pink-haired waitress.