The Secrets of Bones by Kylie Logan

Author:Kylie Logan [Kylie Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

She had just finished unloading the boxes from Bernadette’s and stacking them in one corner of her living room, and Jazz stepped back and wondered which one to start on first. There were two shoe boxes, four archive boxes, a battered box with an ill-fitting cover and the name of some long-gone department store printed on its side.

She’d just decided to go with the archive boxes, one by one, when her doorbell rang. She caught a glimpse of her mom out the front window, so the boxes would have to wait. She was already smiling when she opened the door.

At least until she saw there was a man standing to Claire Ramsey’s right.

Six weeks before, when she announced the news to Jazz, Claire had been up front about dating a man she’d met at church, Peter Nestico. But Jazz had never met him. Aside from the usual “Where did you go?” “What did you have for dinner?” “Did you have a nice time?” she’d never asked much about him in the subsequent weeks when her mom called her to update her on how things were going with Peter.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to know.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t care.

Her mom meant the world to her.

It was just that …

The familiar pang of heartache stabbed Jazz’s insides.

This Peter Nestico character wasn’t her dad. He never could be.

But there he was, standing on her front porch, and now she gave him a quick once-over.

Peter was tall—but not as tall as Michael Patrick Ramsey had been.

Peter had blue eyes—but the color wasn’t nearly as deep or as gorgeous as her dad’s.

Peter was a man close to sixty, she guessed, and he had a trim figure and wide shoulders. But he was nowhere near as muscular as Michael Ramsey.

Peter had iron-gray hair.

Ha!

Though her dad’s dark hair was shot through with gray, he was years away from going totally silver. Jazz couldn’t say why it was important to her, but it was. Maybe it was because when she dreamed about her dad he was forever fifty.

“Honey?” Her mother’s voice penetrated her thoughts and Jazz shook herself back to reality. “Jasmine, I’d like you to meet—”

“Peter Nestico.” He stepped forward, stuck out his hand, and offered a smile. There was a gap between his two front teeth. “Your mom talks about you a lot. I’m glad to finally meet you, Jasmine.”

No one called her Jasmine.

Except her mom.

And her dad.

A quick, fierce shot of resentment marched across Jazz’s shoulder blades before it dug down deep. Her spine went stiff. Her chin came up. Somehow, she managed a smile. She wondered if it looked as tight around the edges as it felt. “Come on in,” she told her mom and Peter.

Naturally, the sounds of activity and the voices of visitors roused Wally from the nap he’d been taking in the kitchen and a scramble of claws against the hardwood floor announced his arrival. He knew Claire. He gave her a tail wag and a lick. Peter was new.

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