frowned.
“Hello,” she said gruffly and picked up the bags.
Liz was amazed as she picked up all three, including the diaper bag. “I can take one,” Liz offered.
Casey looked at her stomach. “I…You probably shouldn’t be carrying anything.” This came out as a question and Liz raised an eyebrow at the confused look on Casey Bennett’s face. She nearly missed the next comment. “Or riding a bus. Why didn’t you take the plane tickets?” Casey asked, scowling. She turned and started out the terminal.
“Mama say no!” Skye put her hands on her hips.
Liz’s eyes widened in horror as she looked down at Skye, who looked very much like Shirley Temple.
Casey raised an eyebrow and gave Liz a smug grin. Liz turned bright red remembering how adamant she was about taking money unnecessarily from this woman. It was hard enough to leave New Mexico.
“Well, whatever Mama says,” Casey grumbled and headed out the door.
Liz sneered and held on to her daughter. She proudly tried to keep up with the long strides, but after two or three, she gave up and followed.
“You don’t have a car seat?” Liz asked.
Casey packed the trunk of her shiny Lexus and slammed it. “Nope. Sorry. It’s a short ride.”
“You’ll get a ticket,” Liz warned.
Casey rolled her eyes as she slipped on her sunglasses.
She got a ticket. The patrolman took off his sunglasses and looked into the car. “Sorry, but it’s the law.”
Casey glared at him. “I’m well aware of the law, Officer. As I explained, I didn’t have enough time to get one.”
“Well, purchase one. If you want to contest the ticket, the court date’s on the back.”
Casey, avoiding Liz’s grin, looked at the ticket. “Two hundred and fifty bucks? Are you guys insane?”
“Too much for a child’s life?” he asked and smirked.
Casey opened her mouth but closed it and put on her glasses.
“You two have a nice day,” he said and walked away.
The remainder of the ride was quiet—too quiet.
“Mama, I sick,” Skye said.
Casey looked over. “Not in my new Lexus, kid,” Casey grumbled and stepped on the gas.
“Ms. Bennett, do you want another ticket?” she asked anxiously.
Casey pulled down the access road that led to her cabin. Being deep in the woods, the weather cooled off considerably.
Liz was exhausted and Skye was sound asleep in her lap, resting on her stomach. Liz then saw the lake come into view and smiled.
She felt Casey’s gaze on her and continued to look at the lake. She nervously tucked the wayward strand of auburn hair behind her ear. “This is yours?” Liz asked as the log cabin came into view.
Casey grunted her acknowledgment. “I’ll get your luggage, looks like Shortround is pooped.”
Liz glared at her assessment of Skye but said nothing.
As Casey opened the trunk, Liz groaned and couldn’t move. “Ms. Bennett?”
Casey came around and opened the passenger door. Liz looked up into the green eyes. “Please, can you take her? I can’t get out with her on my stomach.”
Casey frowned and took a step back looking as though she had no clue which end to take. “She’s not a hand grenade,” Liz offered. Good grief, she thought. Julie wanted to have children with this woman?
Casey grunted and took Skye, who immediately latched onto Casey’s neck, laying her hot head against her shoulder. Casey swallowed and looked as if she were holding a time bomb. Liz struggled and Casey offered her hand. “Thanks, I’m beginning to feel like a turtle on its back.”
Liz actually saw a smile as Casey gently assisted her. Once again, Liz was amazed at her strength; she groaned and stretched, then reached for her daughter. “Thanks. Let me take her.”
As she pulled Skye away, Skye whimpered in her sleep and clung to Casey’s neck tighter. “Well, Ms. Bennett, you’ve got a friend,” Liz said, and Casey grunted again.
“I’ll come back for the luggage.” Casey then picked up the diaper bag and walked around the