Missy Tippens - Her Unlikely Family

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.