The FBI Thrillers Collection Books 1-5 by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fiction.Suspense & Thriller
ISBN: 9781101215173
Publisher: Penguin Group USA, Inc.
Published: 2011-01-01T10:00:00+00:00

Molly just shook her head. “Will we be picking Louey up at O’Hare?”

Mason Lord looked back and forth between them. “I think Judge Hunt should pick Louey up. That would catch the little bastard off guard.”

Ramsey merely nodded. “I’d be delighted. I’ve got lots to say to Mr. Santera. I’ll use my old prosecutorial style.”

“My daughter,” Mason Lord said precisely, “doesn’t have nice hair. She looks like a grown-up Little Orphan Annie. She has her grandmother’s hair.”

He’d had it. Ramsey walked up to Mason Lord. He got right in his face. “Why don’t you tell Molly how happy you are to see her after three years? Why don’t you tell her that she’s got brains and grit and you’re about the luckiest guy alive to have her for your daughter?”

Mason Lord turned on his heel and left the bedroom. Ramsey knew he’d gone too far. Mason Lord was enraged, nearly over the edge. But when he turned in the doorway, it wasn’t Ramsey he went after. He said, his voice low and vicious, “Don’t bother wasting your time sleeping with her. Louey said she was a cold lump in bed. No fun at all. Of course I had to have him disciplined when it got back to me what he’d said, but there it is anyway.”

Molly didn’t fold at all from the hurt of his words. Instead, she said, her voice filled with amusement, “Well, Louey’s the expert, isn’t he? Bottom line, Dad, I’m really glad I didn’t get some disease from him.”

She saw her father pause a moment, and then he was gone from her view.

Ramsey said, “The two of you are quite the duo. Look, Molly, you’re an adult. I know it must hurt when he goes after you, but kiss it off. It’s not important. There are lots more important things to think about and the most important is standing right there.”

“Mama, why is Grandfather angry?”

Emma was standing in the doorway, her hair long and tousled, her nightgown with its pink bows nearly to the floor. She was clutching her piano against her chest. It was nearly as big as she was.

Ramsey said, “She needs a doll.”

“Your grandfather wasn’t what you’d call really angry, Em. It’s late and he’s older, you know? Older people get cross quickly when they get tired.”

“Boy, what a whopper.”

“Be quiet. Em, Ramsey is just trying to make a joke. I’m going to give him lessons. Now, come back to bed. I’ll tuck you in.”

“I’ll come with you.” Ramsey walked to Emma and picked her up in his arms. “This piano weighs a ton, Emma. I think I’ll have to remove an octave.”

Emma reared back in his arms and looked at him closely. “That was funny, Ramsey. Not as funny as Mama, but funny. Has she given you a lesson already?”

“Thank you, Emma. She hasn’t yet given me any lessons at all. Actually, I came out with that one all on my own.” He took the piano, handing it to Molly. Emma sprawled against him, her head on his shoulder.

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