heading her way, a scowl on his face.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked her husband when he’d settled on a nearby stool in the workroom behind the gallery.
“I just spotted our daughter—”
“Which one?” Megan interrupted to ask.
“Jess. She was storming off from that sandwich shop up the street looking as if she was itching for a fight. She didn’t even turn around when I called out to her.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t follow her,” Megan said dryly.
“Did you not hear me?” Mick asked impatiently. “I said she looked like she wanted a fight. Even I know better than to try to deal with her before she’s calmed down.”
Megan smiled. “So, you have learned a few new tricks since we remarried,” she teased.
Mick scowled. “Will you stop worrying about me and my tricks? We need to focus on our youngest daughter.Something’s up with her, Meggie. She’s not happy. I tried to get some information out of Connor and Heather, but they clammed up on me.”
Megan regarded him with confusion. “What do Connor and Heather have to do with this?”
“That’s who Jess couldn’t get away from fast enough, at least that’s how it looked to me.” He frowned. “Or maybe it had something to do with Will.”
Now he had Megan’s full attention. “Will? He was there?”
“At the next table, with some woman I’ve never seen before. A pretty little thing.” His expression turned thoughtful. “Jess wouldn’t be upset by that, would she?”
Megan didn’t know how to respond. She’d thought for some time now that Will and Jess had unacknowledged feelings for each other, but she’d kept her suspicions from Mick. He wasn’t the kind of man who could sit back and let things happen at their own pace. He’d been fretting about Jess’s lack of a social life for some time now. He’d be meddling the instant he saw any reason for it.
“I have no idea,” she said eventually, which was true enough. Jess had never once mentioned to her that she felt any attraction to Will.
Mick studied her skeptically. “Why do I get the feeling that was an evasive answer? Did you leave some kind of loophole in there?”
“Why would I do that?” she asked, hoping her tone sounded innocent enough to fool him.
“Because you don’t want me interfering,” he said at once. “You think I lack tact.”
She chuckled despite herself. “I know you lack tact.”
“So you are deliberately hiding something from me,” he concluded. “Are those two involved? Will and Jess, I mean.”
“Not that I know of,” Megan insisted with total honesty.
Mick’s gaze narrowed suspiciously. “But you suspect something, don’t you?”
She regarded him with impatience. “Mick, have you learned nothing from our other children? Meddling only makes things worse.”
“Which means there’s something going on you don’t want me meddling in,” he said triumphantly. “I knew it! Jess ran off because Will was there with another woman. Seeing him there upset her.”
His momentary delight in having figured that out faded almost instantly. “If that man hurt Jess, he’ll answer to me, by God!”
He started to rise, but Megan put her hand on his arm and locked her gaze with his. “Unless Jess comes to you and asks for your help, you will stay out of this, Mick O’Brien. Neither of us has any idea what’s going on with those two, if anything. If you go after Will, you could be making matters worse. You might even be humiliating your daughter.”
Mick sat back down, though he didn’t look happy about it. “Then maybe I should stop by the inn and have a talk with Jess,” he said. “Find out the score for myself.”
Megan cringed at the thought, but rather than telling him flat-out not to go—a waste of breath, if ever there was one—she settled for warning, “If you want to go and visit with Jess, that’s one thing. If you want to cross-examine her about Will or about what happened today, forget it. It’s a bad