Moon - New Moon Part 46

"Is nice. But the real value is in the land I own. Ten acres is a lot for this part of the country."

She nodded, but he suspected she really wasn't following him.

Before he could elaborate, she asked another question. "You said to the policeman that I could be expecting. Expecting what?"

"A baby."

She gasped.

"It's okay." He laughed. "We can probably arrange for it to be true."

She let her head drop to his shoulder, and he stroked his hands up and down her arms, thinking of how he'd like to distract her now.

But apparently her mind wasn't exactly running along the same track.

"You said you'd show me how to use the gun. Maybe you'd better do it."

"If you promise not to shoot any cops."

"I promise," she whispered, her tone very serious.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

"YOU WANT A gun lesson right now?" Logan asked in a husky voice, since his thoughts had been moving in an entirely different direction.

"Yes," Rinna answered, and he caught the edge of desperation in her voice.

He knew she was feeling like her life was spinning out of control, and she wanted to know she had mastered a skill that seemed important in this universe.

So he swallowed a sigh. "There's a place down the hill where it's safe to practice," he said.

"Thank you."

"But first I want to talk to my cousin Ross."

"About what?" she said, the anxiety back in her voice.

"About getting an ID for you. Is that okay?"

"You said I need it."

"But I'll have to explain a little about you."

She kept her gaze fixed on his face. "You trust him?"

"Yes. But I can't say too much over the phone."

"That thing like the other night. When Terry called Bart and Helen about the game of... bridge?"

"Yes."

"Why can't you talk to him on it about me?"

"Because sometimes other people can be listening."

Rinna studied the lines of his face. "You're getting tired of explaining things, aren't you?"

"No." But it was true. It was a strain explaining the everyday details of modern life.

He pulled out his cell phone, cranked up the volume so Rinna could hear, then punched in the autodial number, wondering exactly how he was going to start the conversation.

"Ross Marshall," his cousin answered.

"This is Logan."

"I take it you're not just calling to say h.e.l.lo."

"No." He swallowed, then plunged ahead. "You remember when we had that problem with Boralas?"

He heard Ross's voice change. "Yes. Is there another problem in that area?"

"Not directly. But we had help from a... friend."

"Uh huh."

"She's here with me now. Unfortunately, she's lost her driver's license. I was hoping you'd know how to get her a replacement."

"I'd like to hear more about that. But probably we should sit down and talk about it."

Logan inclined his head toward Rinna. "When would it be convenient for us to come over?"

"Is tomorrow morning okay?"

"Yes."

"What's her name, by the way?"

Logan glanced toward Rinna. "Rinna. Rinna Marshall."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then Ross said, "Congratulations."

"Yeah. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Megan and I will be looking forward to it."

When he hung up, he said. "We'll go over in the morning. But now we'll have that gun lesson."

"Thank you. I don't mean just about the gun part."