Love Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry by AbsFabHO

Author:AbsFabHO
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Helena G. W., Hurt-Comfort, Warehouse 13, Myka B., Completed, FanFiction
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Published: 2011-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

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"Myka, honey!" Jeannie Bering exclaimed excitedly two days later. "Come inside, dear."

Myka made the introductions between H.G. and her parents, Jeannie and Warren Bering. Her mother was ecstatic to meet her daughter's friend. Something in Myka's tone had intimated at something more than mere friendship, and her mother was excited to finally put a face with a name…and a beautiful face it was. Myka's father had caught the same tone and was appraising H.G. with the careful eye of a watchful father.

H.G. was every inch the appreciative guest. "Mr. and Mrs. Bering! How wonderful to make your acquaintance."

"Ms. Wells, it's so lovely to finally meet you!" Jeannie took the author's hand. "Please come in and make yourself at home."

"Oh, do call me Helena. I feel as though I already know you. Myka speaks of you often."

"I know just what you mean," Jeannie said with a conspiratorial wink. "Myka speaks of you all the time, and now I can see why."

Myka's mother was beaming as she ushered the women through the bookstore and up the stairs to the residence above the store.

Myka blushed, embarrassed by the way her mother was reacting to their presence. The agent was perplexed by the indulgent smile on H.G.'s face. The woman seemed to be enjoying herself, chatting amiably with the older woman as they walked.

Myka became aware of her father watching her watch H.G. She smiled at him shakily, her nerves getting the better of her. Why did I think this was a good idea? She wondered.

Warren Bering was a man of few words, but he was very astute and had already grasped the significance of his daughter's visit. He held Myka's elbow lightly and pulled her to a stop in the hallway, leaving H.G. and his wife to continue on ahead.

"Dad?" Myka questioned.

"You have excellent taste," he said with a peck on the cheek. "She's beautiful and articulate. She has manners. You don't see that much anymore."

Myka was speechless as her father left her to join the other women in the living room. She shook her head to clear the confusion and followed him to find H.G. sitting on the couch with her mother looking at baby pictures. How the hell did she get those out so quickly?

H.G. patted the sofa cushion beside her, her lips curled into a smirk. "Myka! Come look at these pictures. You were such a precious baby! You still are precious, my sweet."

Myka was appalled by the way H.G. used the term of endearment so casually in front of her parents. She was flabbergasted by the way her parents seemed to accept it.

"Myka, darling, I think your parents have already grasped the situation. I sent them a gift basket yesterday with a note explaining that I was very much looking forward to meeting them."

Sudden understanding dawned on Myka: H.G. had taken the surprise out of their first meeting. Her mother's enthusiasm and her father's words in the hall now made sense.

"I see," Myka wasn't sure she should be hurt or relieved.

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