for Marcie Jacobs next Monday. She’ll take you to the uniform room and give you the keys to your locker.” He shook her hand and held the door open. “I’ll email you more details this afternoon and see you in a few days time.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Amy smiled at Stan, then grinned at the excited squeal coming from the other side of his reception area.
“Make the most of all that enthusiasm,” Stan said.
“I plan on doing just that. I’ll see you next week.”
Stan smiled and disappeared back inside his office.
She walked across the room, lifting her sister out of the stroller. Catherine’s little fingers made a quick grab for the silver chain around Amy’s throat. She tried to pull the necklace free, but Catherine had her fingers wrapped around the metal links, pulling them toward her mouth.
“Hold still.” Nathan moved closer, dangling a set of keys in the air. Catherine’s gaze darted to his fingers, then back to the necklace. Nathan gave the keys another shake. Catherine’s fist opened and Amy’s necklace fell out of her hands.
Catherine not only wanted the keys, she wanted the man holding the shiny metal shapes. As soon as her fingers closed around the keys she reached for Nathan. He held his arms out and she lunged toward him.
Amy laughed at the grin sliding across his face. “It looks as though she’s added you to her list of best friends.”
Nathan balanced Catherine in his arms. “She’s added more than me. Jake, his wife Doris, and Jessie Adams made her list of favorite people as well. We’ve spent the last forty minutes eating scones, drinking coffee and catching up on what’s been happening since I last came to town.”
Amy pushed the stroller into the corridor. “Did you hear anything exciting?”
Nathan’s eyebrows rose a foot off his face. “Is this the same person who never listened to gossip?”
“That’s because my mom and I used to be the main gossip around town. After she left everyone’s curiosity died down. Sally keeps me filled in on what’s happening.”
“Trust my sister. She can sniff out a scandal quicker than anyone I know. Let’s get back to the truck.”
“You still haven’t told me what news is circulating Bozeman.”
Nathan glanced at her before pushing the elevator button. The dimple in his cheek hid a smile that was fit to bursting. “There’s a reason for that.”
“You’ve got to be joking? Doris and Jessie were talking about me? But I’ve only been back a day.”
When the dimple turned to a megawatt smile she nearly forgot about town gossip. The last nine years dissolved in a rush of hormones, filling her body to overflowing with sweet cravings that begged to be set free. Nathan sucked in a deep breath, his gaze as hot and heated as the blush she could feel on her face.
Clenching her hands against the plastic handle of the stroller, Amy moved away from the danger zone standing beside her. She glanced at Catherine, happily chewing on the edge of Nathan’s denim jacket, then back at the elevator.
She felt like she’d just walked backward through a carwash. She was still struggling with soap suds and wax when the elevator doors opened.
“It wasn’t bad gossip. They were more interested in Catherine than anything else. As soon as I told them she was your half sister they didn’t ask any more questions.”
She nodded, staring at the little green numbers slowly sliding down to ground level. It didn’t matter what people said. Her sister was safe. She had a job. She should be happy, and she was. Sort of. But most of all she felt relieved.
“What else do you need to do?” Nathan asked.
She gazed at him, wondering if he realized how long her list of jobs had become. “How much time do you have?”
“How much do you need?”
“You don’t want to know,” she sighed. Opening her bag, she pulled out a folded piece of paper. Car washes aside, letting Nathan help her seemed like the only way