Page 94 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass
“I have a big—”
Callie pressed her hand to her ear again when she could no longer hear Leah. “You’re breaking up.”
“I said I have a big favor to ask. Marsha, our library assistant, gave me a call on her way home while I was still waiting in Hyannis Port. Jillian, our head librarian, is working on one of our projects for Grandpa’s party, but her hands are giving her some issues—terrible arthritis. I was planning to help her out when I got back, but I simply have no idea how long I’ll be. Do you think you could give Jillian a hand until I get there—probably an hour or so? I hate to bother you again, but I’m really stuck right now.”
“It’s fine. I can head over as soon as we hang up.”
“Honey, Nate’s mother is just going to love you. Rebecca’s been worried about him these past few years, but she’s going to be tickled pink when she meets you. You’re a kind young woman who makes her son happy. Makes me happy too, you know. Thomas and I think of Nate as one of our own.”
Callie smiled, touched by Leah’s words. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Now, don’t you spend all afternoon at the library—just an hour or so. I’ll show up when I can.”
“All right.”
“Thanks again, honey.”
“You’re welcome. Bye.” She hung up.
“Change of plans?” Molly asked.
“Our meeting’s canceled for today. Mini’s stuck with a client and Leah’s stuck on the boat, but Jillian needs a hand with some sort of project for Grandpa Morris’s party.”
“Aw, Callie Davis.” Molly wrapped her up in a tight hug and swayed. “So civic-minded.” She rested her head on Callie’s shoulder and blinked. “You and Nate are two peas in a pod.”
Callie laughed, returning Molly’s embrace. “I like doing this stuff—normal, everyday things I didn’t get to do for a very long time.”
“It’s hard when you’re busy being famous and traveling the world.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, you’re just another Sandersonian now.”
“Thank goodness,” she said with feeling.
Molly frowned as she lifted her head. “You really don’t like being famous?”
“It was fun at first, but after a while the attention gets old—the pictures and the press. The constant speculation and expectations. No privacy—that’s the worst.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Did you really date Josh Moore?”
It was Callie’s turn to roll her eyes. “Yes.”
“Is he a good kisser? He looks like he’s an excellent kisser.”
Callie huffed out a laugh. “I’m dating your brother.”
“And I love Nate, but that doesn’t mean I’m not curious about Hollywood’s heartthrob. I mean come on. Heartthrob.”
“He’s a pretty good kisser.”
“What about…?” Molly wiggled her eyebrows.
Callie grinned. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about sex.”
