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While he waited for her answer he finished getting changed.

SD = State Dept? Then no. Nothing. Asshats. They have to know more than they’re saying.

Unfortunately, he knew they did, so did he, but he couldn’t tell her either. If the Senator’s daughter was part of Charlie’s missionary group, then it would be a huge media nightmare if it got out.

I’ll check in later. I have a date with a kid and a basketball.

Have fun!

Love you. Xoxo

Rafe was halfway down the stairs before his phone pinged again. When he saw her message, nothing could have wiped the smile off his face.

Love you too.

Chapter 8

“Is that him?”

“Yeah,” Meghan answered.

“Sweet Jesus you have it bad.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You should see the look on your face,” Lizzie said with a smile. “It’s about time you have someone in your life that can make you look like that. I’d about given up hope.”

“Gee thanks. It’s not like I’m eighty.”

“No, but you never do anything to try to find someone either.”

“Apparently, I didn’t need to go out and look. He just sort of fell into my lap.” They both laughed at that. Too bad it had to happen on one of the worst days of her life.

“I’m so freakin’ tired, but I don’t think I can sleep. Did the state department guy leave a phone number?”

“Yeah, let me get it.”

“What are you girls whispering about?”

“Nothing, Mom.”

Lizzie walked back into the room with the piece of paper. “Meggy has a boyfriend.”

“You do? It’s about time. I thought you were going to be an old maid.”

Meghan rolled her eyes. Her mother was going to go on about this unless something distracted her, bless her heart. The Alzheimer’s made her forgetful and she would talk about the same thing over and over again.

“I asked you not to call me that. I don’t need your kids picking it up.”

“Why not? It’s cute.”

“When I was ten maybe, not now.”

“Don’t be silly, Meggy fits you, dear. Your father loved the name. You know you’re named after his mom. He doted on you…”

It could have been worse, of all the repeat stories, Meghan loved the ones about her father.

But now that mom was there, they couldn’t call the guy from the state department. They needed to keep the information about Charlie from her for as long as they could. Neither of them knew how she’d react to it, or if she understood most of what they were saying at times. Every week she’d gotten a little worse. Soon she’d need someone to be with her around the clock.