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“Well?” Katie demanded, from her spot in the doorway.
“It’s all right.” Jax went back to where he’d left his sisters. “They’re from Gwen.”
“Who’s Gwen?”
“One of Mom’s neighbors,” Jax said. “Mrs. Moss’s niece. She moved in a few months ago, when Mrs. Moss left for Florida. She works at Joanie Graham’s flower shop.”
“The woman who came by the house with a quiche the day Mom died?” Katie frowned. “Do you know this woman?”
“Not really. I just met her that night. Well, no…Romeo and I met her earlier that day. We went running, and she was having lunch in the park.”
“You picked up a woman the day Mom died?” Katie asked.
“No,” he insisted. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Honestly, Jax. What is wrong with you?”
“I didn’t pick her up. I didn’t do anything with her. She’s a nice woman.”
“Oh.”
“What does that mean?” Jax asked.
“That you’re not interested? That she’s not your type? A nice woman?”
“Hey, that was mean,” Jax said. “And I never said I wasn’t interested because she’s nice. I’ve dated lots of nice women. I just mean, she’s a nice person. You’d like her if you got to know her.”
Katie looked chagrined, and then she looked like she might cry.
“Whoa,” he said. “Sorry. Bad day.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just thought…”
“That I’d hit on somebody at my own mother’s funeral?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
Okay. If he was honest with himself, he’d admit that he might. It would beat crying in front of half the town or feeling so lousy he wished he could die, too, which seemed like his main options at the moment.
“I just don’t want to walk into that room,” Katie said. “That’s all.”
“That’s no reason to pick on Jax,” Kim said, leaning in closer to his side and taking his arm once again.
“I know,” Katie admitted.
“Okay,” he said. “If we needed to, we could critique my relationships with women, all the way from grade school to the present, if we really needed to. That would take some time.”
“All day,” Kim said.
“All week,” Kathie claimed.
“No,” Katie said. “At least a month.”
Jax glared at them, more than happy for a good sibling brawl to take his mind off everything else.
“I just don’t want to do this,” Kathie said, turning her face into his shoulder. She was the most tenderhearted one of them all. And one least likely to give him a hard time about anything.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. “I know.”
“And I feel like such a baby.”
“Yeah,” he teased. “Almost twenty-four, and all grown up. You and Kim probably think you know everything.”
“I don’t think I know anything anymore,” Kim cried.
“Me neither,” Kathie said, snuggling closer to him.
Katie just stood there, stubbornly on her own and fighting back tears, looking worriedly at him and her sisters.
We’ll figure this out, all of us together, won’t we? her look said.
He nodded and hoped he wouldn’t make a liar of himself one day soon.
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