Laura Marie - Temporary Dad

“I—I have to go,” Annie said, turning for the door, putting her hand on the cold brass knob.

“Howie’s her husband,” Jed said. “He should be with her right now. But I can’t find him, Annie. Until I do, I’m all she has. I have to help her. She’s all I’ve got.”

Annie swallowed hard.

How had he known?

Of all the words in the English language, those were the ones that spoke the loudest to her heart. It was exactly the way she felt about her grandmother.

“Annie, I’ll be the first to admit I’ve got a mile-long streak of pride running through me. I hate asking for help. Even worse, I hate needing help. But in this case—”

“I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

Lips pressed tight, fighting silly tears of trepidation, maybe even excitement, Annie nodded.

Jed pulled her into a hug, and the sensation was warm and comforting, like slipping into a hot bath. This sure wouldn’t make it any easier to fight her feelings for this man.

Releasing her, he clapped his hands, then rubbed them together. “Great! Let me tackle a few quick errands. I’ll beg, borrow or steal time off from work and we’ll get this show on the road. I’m assuming you’ll need to call your folks? Or your grandmother? Or—” he crossed his fingers for a negative on this one “—your boyfriend?”

Annie shook her head. “The only family I have is my grandmother, and there’s no need to worry her with a short trip like this.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. Why even broach the subject with Grams? The older, wiser woman would think she was nuts—which she probably was.

“All right then. If you wouldn’t mind hanging out here just a little while longer, we’ll be good to go. Oh—before I forget…” He took a cell phone from the coffee table and plugged it into a nearby charger. “Is your cell battery fully charged?”

“I don’t have a cell phone.”

“How come?”

“I’d rather spend the fifty dollars a month on decorating supplies.”

He smiled. “I knew I liked you. Finally, a woman who actually prefers an activity to talking.”

“I didn’t say I don’t like to talk.” She winked. “I just don’t want my conversations to cost more per year than a custom-upholstered sofa and love seat.”

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