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tionless; she'd never known anything else. At least he had the example of his parents' relationship to show him how love could be. If he'd had nothing to base his opinion on but the Rousseaus, he'd be in as bad shape in the emotion department as D.J. |
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"Did you ever ask your grandmother about your mother? She might have told you something." |
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"Gran never set eyes on her. My mom and dad met at some protest rally in Madison. According to Gran, they saw each other andbam." D.J. slapped her hand against her thigh. "They were in love. Ed inherited this land from his grandfather. Gran was busy with her antique store and having problems with her hip at the time. She asked them to come and visit, but they never made it. They got married, came to Isadora, built a cabin, and had me. The story goes downhill from there. I think he even became a cop just to get away from me. The hours were long. The job was dangerous. Everyone on the force knew old Ed had a death wish. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself killed. He always had to come home to me in the endthe child he couldn't stand the sight of." |
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Chris winced at the bitterness in her voice. He needed to turn her attention away from her father. She might even start crying in her maudlin stateand he would not know how to handle D.J. in tears. |
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"So why did you become a cop?" |
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"To fight for truth, justice, and the American way." She laughed, then hiccoughed and raised her head to put her palm over her mouth. "Why else?" |
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D.J. stared into his eyes, her own shiny and |
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