Mixed Up with the Mob by Ginny Aiken

Author:Ginny Aiken
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
Published: 2006-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Lauren hadn’t laughed so much in years. While David and Walker’s routine had only irritated her, Grandma Dottie and Bea Woodward were her very own pair of Golden Girls.

They were much more than a comedy team, though. After the police took Theodosius away, the two women and David followed Lauren to the PD. There they went through Chinese fire drill-type stealthy maneuvers with the three vehicles. In the end, the elderly women drove home with Lauren, while David took Grandma Dottie’s purple Hummer to her house. All this in the hope that Theodosius’s and Aloysius’s pals wouldn’t catch on to Lauren’s change of address. David had plans for retrieving the women after he picked up Mark at school.

The senior citizens helped Lauren pack enough to keep her and Mark going for a couple of days. They also agreed to return in the morning and for as many days as it took to box the rest of her belongings, get the furniture ready for David and his motley crew of movers, and then get the home in spiffy open house condition.

Packing with the seniors was an experience in itself. Very little got past them without comment.

“Love this bedroom set, Lauren,” Bea said. “But you’re going to have to find yourself a new place with ten-foot ceilings.”

Lauren looked at her late parents’ tall, four-poster bed. “I could always sell it.”

Grandma Dottie looked from the bed to Lauren. “This furniture means a great deal to you, doesn’t it?”

“It was my parents’.”

“Well, then I’ve just got myself a borrowed bedroom set. That is, until you find a home that’ll do it justice.”

“Booooooring!” Bea chimed in. “What you mean, Dot, is that you scored a load of freebies until Lauren lands a wicked good pad.”

“Good one,” Grandma Dottie said with a grin.

Lauren chuckled, but then said, “I can’t impose on you like that. Besides, these pieces are huge. I’m sure you have a houseful of furniture already.”

“And who says we can’t have Walker and Davey shove my stuff aside and store yours with it until you can use it again?”

“Like the way you think, Dot,” Bea said. “And Lauren, I rattle around my pad all by myself. I can stash an awesome lot of loot for you, too.”

A knot formed in Lauren’s throat at the generosity of the two women. “Thanks,” she murmured. Then the phone rang. “DiStefano residence.”

“Hello, Lauren. It’s Don D’Amato. How are you doing? I haven’t seen you since Ric’s funeral, and I know how hard his death hit you.”

If he only knew! “I’m doing well. How’s your family?”

“Bella’s in New York giving my credit cards a Christmas workout, and the boys keep me running every night with basketball practices and games. How’s Mark?”

“He misses Ric, but other than that, he’s happy and healthy.”

“I don’t blame the little guy. I’m a whole lot older, and I miss Ric, too.” He paused, and Lauren wondered why this man, Ric’s friend from high school, had called. She didn’t ask, but instead chose to wait for him to speak.

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