Dead Reckoning by Rachelle McCalla

Author:Rachelle McCalla
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Ginny awoke late the next morning, groggy from pain. Her leg felt heavy as she lifted the swollen mass that had been her ankle. Eww. Black-and-blue puffiness extended all the way to her toes. She just hoped the swelling would go down in time for her to wear her bridesmaid sandals for Cutch and Elise’s wedding celebration.

After showering on one foot, Ginny hopped back down the hall to her old bedroom. She rooted around in a dresser full of the clothes she’d left behind when she’d run off to become a stunt pilot at age eighteen. Her tastes may have matured a bit in the eight years since, and the things she’d left behind had never been her favorites or she wouldn’t have left them, but at least they still fit. All except the socks, which refused to go past the toes of her injured foot.

Making a face at her obstinate appendage, she shoved Veronica’s lone remaining sneaker onto her good foot and left the other one bare before hobbling down the hall and downstairs.

Her mother looked up from the morning paper and smiled, though her eyes were shadowed with a wary look. Ginny had arrived home before her mother the night before, and had gone straight to bed. She hadn’t seen her since their brief embrace at the airport.

“Can I get you some breakfast? I made those cinnamon rolls you always liked.”

“Awesome.” Ginny lowered herself into a chair and shuffled around until she got her injured leg propped up on a nearby seat.

“Do you want an ice pack for that?” Anita McCutcheon asked as she headed toward a foil-covered pan.

“I don’t know if I should ice it or use a heat pack.”

“Bill hurt his knee a couple of months ago and the doctor said—”

Tension gripped Ginny at the mention of her mother’s new beau. “You were seeing Bill a couple of months ago?” Ginny had hoped at the very least that her mother had only recently started dating Bill.

Red color flooded her mother’s pale face. “I brought him dinner when he got hurt. That was kind of how we started seeing each other. Well, that and all the plans for Cutch and Elise’s wedding.” Anita scooped a large, gooey caramel roll onto a plate. “Do you want this warm?”

Unsure how she could eat with her mother talking about Bill, Ginny shrugged. “I don’t care.” She bit back the bitter questions she wanted to pose about whether her father’s body had even been cold in the ground before Anita had taken up with Bill. Anger wouldn’t help. In her head, she knew that. But between the pain radiating up her leg and the sense of betrayal she felt on behalf of her father’s memory, Ginny had a difficult time keeping her mouth shut.

Her mother settled the plate onto the table in front of her. “Can I get you anything else? Something to drink? We’ve got milk, orange juice or coffee.”

Awkwardness saturated her words.

“Milk would be great.” Ginny reached for the roll.

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