Once his brother-in-law had gone, Bobby went back to work with a vengeance, but nothing he did blocked out the image of his sister and Jenna conspiring behind his back. Just the thought of it made him shudder. The only thing worse would be King getting in on the act.
He could think of only one way to keep the two women apart. He could make Jenna a better offer—maybe dangle the prospect of a noontime tour of the waterfront before her. It was better than leaving her alone with Daisy. At least if he was with her, he’d know what she was up to.
He didn’t wait until he’d cleaned up the kitchen to execute his plan. The second the last order had been sent to a table, he slipped into the dining room, glanced around until he spotted Jenna and headed her way. His step faltered only when he saw the girl with her. A grin slipped across his face. Green, spiked hair. He had to admire the child’s daring. Jenna must be an incredibly liberal mother, or the girl was being taught a lesson. He suspected the latter.
When Bobby reached their table, he pulled out a chair, turned it around and straddled it. “How was dinner?” he asked.
“Excellent,” Jenna conceded.
“It was okay,” the girl muttered, her scowl firmly in place.
“Darcy, don’t be rude to Mr. Spencer,” Jenna chided. “By the way, Bobby, this is my daughter, Darcy.”
“I can see the resemblance,” he said with a pointed glance at the girl’s hairdo.
“It was a little experiment that went awry,” Jenna explained.
“I like it,” Darcy insisted. She turned to Bobby. “Is there anything to do here?”
Bobby studied her with an assessing look. “How old are you? Ten? Twelve?”
“Nine,” Jenna said.
“Then at this hour of the night, there is nothing for you to do,” Bobby said.
“Normally she wouldn’t be out this late,” Jenna said defensively. “But I couldn’t leave her at the hotel by herself, and you were the one who refused to talk to me earlier in the evening.”
Bobby could have debated endlessly who was at fault for the late meeting, but right now he needed to concentrate on preventing that meeting between Jenna and his sister. “Why don’t we get together tomorrow?” he suggested. “Say, around noon. I’ll take you on a tour of the waterfront area.”
Immediate interest sparked in Jenna’s eyes, but faded almost as quickly. “You know I’m supposed to meet your sister at noon, don’t you?”
He feigned ignorance. “Really?”
“Oh, don’t try that with me. I know Walker couldn’t wait to run into the kitchen to warn you.”
“So, what’s it going to be? Are you more interested in lunch with Daisy or in seeing the land I’m planning to develop?”
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