So proper.
“Where are we going?”
I thought about not telling her for a long moment, then decided…fuck it.
Margery deserved to know.
And the fact that Denver, Boone, and Sawyer hadn’t told her was likely because they thought she was too fragile to hear.
“You have another granddaughter.”
A long, drawn-out pause and then, “I’m sorry, what?”
I explained everything, not leaving anything out.
Because there was one person in this world besides Boone and my own sister that I did not keep secrets from, and it was Margery Windsor.
That was why I’d hesitated in telling her that Boone and I were engaged.
Because Margery had never lied to me, and I wouldn’t lie to her.
She knew that I’d said the words to Gail not because they were true, but because I knew it would piss her off.
“You’re…joking.” Margery gasped softly.
“I wish I were,” I said as we came to a stop outside of a residence that I knew belonged to Koen King.
“Is this where she lives?”
“Kind of,” I answered. “She works here. Lives in a room off the back of the house that Koen converted into a mother-in-law suite of sorts for her.”
“And what are we…”
The door opened and Ida Bell spilled out with Koen’s kids.
She had one strapped to her back, and the other one by the hand.
She walked with them to the snow outside and grinned when the four-year-old dove headfirst into a large pile.
“She looks just like Sawyer, only feminine and much prettier,” Margery breathed.
We sat there, several houses down, and watched Ida Bell through the front windshield.
We sat there so long that Koen came home.
He clocked us immediately and instead of heading toward his house and parking, he stopped beside my car and asked, “What are you doing?”
I bit my lip. “Watching.”
His eyes went hard. “My kids are…”
“Not your kids,” I interrupted him. “Ida Bell.”
His frown was fierce. “What are you watching her for?”
“She’s my granddaughter,” Margery answered. “And her mother kept her from me.”
Koen shook his head. “Ida Bell doesn’t have any family but her father.”
