As soon as they were all back in their chairs, she turned to me with a devious smile. “Mr. Michael Parker. How good of you to come in for a visit.”
“Wasn’t so much a visit as a response to a demand.”
“Yes, I heard about the incident at your house. Very interesting, that woman of yours. When’s the wedding?”
Leaning on the counter, I grinned at the woman I had known since I was a kid. “Bea, you’re not fooling anyone. I know you too well.”
“Too well for what?” she blinked innocently.
“There are only so many people in this town who would spearhead a baby shower for us.”
“What does a baby shower have to do with the wedding?”
“Well, first of all, you want to know to make sure it doesn’t interfere with the baby shower date.”
She pursed her lips at me. “I know nothing?—”
“And second, you have the ear of almost everyone in this town, which makes you the logical person to get out the needed information. I bet you even have a registry going.”
Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “My, my. Little Michael Parker has grown up into quite the inquisitive man.”
“So, I’m right.”
“I’m not saying a word.”
“Well, while you’re not saying a word, keep in mind that we won’t know for a while yet what the sex of the baby is.”
“I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“No, but I’m sure you’ll have that information as soon as we do.”
She laughed at that. “Possibly beforehand.”
“Why? Are you planning on being the technician at the ultrasound?”
Grabbing a stack of papers, she tucked them into her arm. “Did I happen to mention that my granddaughter is a diagnostic medical sonographer?”
“I’m assuming in layman’s terms, that means she’s an ultrasound technician.”
“You would be right.” She jerked her head to the side. “The sheriff is waiting for you.”
“Yeah, I bet he is,” I muttered under my breath.
Mav was sitting behind his desk, completely ignoring me as I knocked on the door. Striding inside, I took a seat and waited for him to say something. It took a good five minutes of me sighing and grunting in irritation before he finally acknowledged me.
“Oh, hey, Michael.”
“What do you want?” I grumbled.
“Oh, just thought I’d check on you. See if you were doing okay after the other day.”
“You mean when my wife tackled you through a window? Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good, good,” he nodded.
“Anything else?”
“Well,” he winced as he shifted in his chair. “I’m doing pretty good. Thanks for asking.”
