decision to make; either meekly go to lunch at his bidding or stand up for herself and assert her right to make some decisions for herself! No sooner did the thought cross her mind than Michael walked into the building. She watched as he approached Liz's huge desk in the reception area. Liz pointed toward the library, and Michael turned and headed in their direction, his stride long and hurried as he came through the doors.
"Michael!" Kathleen said, startled. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"More to the point, Kat, what are you doing here?"
"Kathleen came to apologize, and you don't need to be so rude, Michael O'Keefe!" Molly scolded, shocking both of the other people.
"I tried to call you and apologize, but you didn't answer your phone," Kat told him, hurt reflected in her voice.
"My phone died. I charged it, but it won't let me make or receive calls or texts. I have to go and get a new one today, so I wasn't ignoring you, Kat," he patiently explained.
"I thought you weren't answering because you were furious with me," she admitted.
"Now, you know that isn't my style."
She nodded and then said, "I am sorry for the horrible way I behaved yesterday, Michael."
"I know you are," he said with a gentle smile and then pulled her close to give her a hug. "Are you two okay?" he asked, looking from one to the other.
"Yes," they answered together.
"Do you want to join us for lunch, Kat?" Michael graciously asked.
"No, thank you," she quickly replied, then confessed, "I can't sit down, Michael, and the thought of going anywhere public is too humiliating to consider. I'm going to work at home this afternoon and spend some time with my kids after school," she stated.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Michael agreed with a wink. He was going to say something else but there was the unmistakable sound of shots fired coming from the lobby. He pushed his sister and Holly under the table in the library. "Kat, call 911 and tell them officer needs assistance and give them this address. Both of you," his dark eyes settled on Molly, "stay here and stay down and out of sight." With that, he went to do what he could to take control of the situation.
Molly listened in growing fear as Kat quickly made the call, tell the dispatcher there were shots fired, and no, she did not have a visual on the situation. Molly crawled out from under the table and where she could see what was happening. "There is a man with long blonde hair waving a gun. Michael is trying to talk to him and calm him down. The man with the gun is wearing jeans and a white tee shirt." Kat repeated everything to the dispatcher, and then she heard Molly gasp in shock and fear. Her boss was walking into the building, and from what she could overhear through the glass doors shutting the library off from the lobby, the angry man was unhappy with her boss for pleading his ex-wife's custody case over their daughter. He kept swearing he was going to kill Drake Bridges!
Molly had to do something, had to give Michael some help. Without giving the situation conscious thought, she got to her feet, opened the door and flew across the floor and knocked her boss to the ground. A bullet zapped into the carpet close to their heads, but then it was all over. Michael had the young man down on the floor and cuffed by the time Molly got up and helped the clearly shaken Mr. Bridges to his feet. "What happened here?" he questioned.
"That man came in here waving a gun and wanted to know where you were," Molly explained. "Michael is a police officer," she added just as the police cars pulled up out front.
Michael gladly turned his prisoner over to the two uniforms who were first on the scene, and then he was at Molly's side and took her arms in his hands and gave her a solid shake. "You little fool! You could have been killed!"
"He would have shot Mr. Bridges," Molly explained, her green eyes filling with tears. "I had to help you some way, Michael, or you would have tried to stop him and been
"Michael!" Kathleen said, startled. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"More to the point, Kat, what are you doing here?"
"Kathleen came to apologize, and you don't need to be so rude, Michael O'Keefe!" Molly scolded, shocking both of the other people.
"I tried to call you and apologize, but you didn't answer your phone," Kat told him, hurt reflected in her voice.
"My phone died. I charged it, but it won't let me make or receive calls or texts. I have to go and get a new one today, so I wasn't ignoring you, Kat," he patiently explained.
"I thought you weren't answering because you were furious with me," she admitted.
"Now, you know that isn't my style."
She nodded and then said, "I am sorry for the horrible way I behaved yesterday, Michael."
"I know you are," he said with a gentle smile and then pulled her close to give her a hug. "Are you two okay?" he asked, looking from one to the other.
"Yes," they answered together.
"Do you want to join us for lunch, Kat?" Michael graciously asked.
"No, thank you," she quickly replied, then confessed, "I can't sit down, Michael, and the thought of going anywhere public is too humiliating to consider. I'm going to work at home this afternoon and spend some time with my kids after school," she stated.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Michael agreed with a wink. He was going to say something else but there was the unmistakable sound of shots fired coming from the lobby. He pushed his sister and Holly under the table in the library. "Kat, call 911 and tell them officer needs assistance and give them this address. Both of you," his dark eyes settled on Molly, "stay here and stay down and out of sight." With that, he went to do what he could to take control of the situation.
Molly listened in growing fear as Kat quickly made the call, tell the dispatcher there were shots fired, and no, she did not have a visual on the situation. Molly crawled out from under the table and where she could see what was happening. "There is a man with long blonde hair waving a gun. Michael is trying to talk to him and calm him down. The man with the gun is wearing jeans and a white tee shirt." Kat repeated everything to the dispatcher, and then she heard Molly gasp in shock and fear. Her boss was walking into the building, and from what she could overhear through the glass doors shutting the library off from the lobby, the angry man was unhappy with her boss for pleading his ex-wife's custody case over their daughter. He kept swearing he was going to kill Drake Bridges!
Molly had to do something, had to give Michael some help. Without giving the situation conscious thought, she got to her feet, opened the door and flew across the floor and knocked her boss to the ground. A bullet zapped into the carpet close to their heads, but then it was all over. Michael had the young man down on the floor and cuffed by the time Molly got up and helped the clearly shaken Mr. Bridges to his feet. "What happened here?" he questioned.
"That man came in here waving a gun and wanted to know where you were," Molly explained. "Michael is a police officer," she added just as the police cars pulled up out front.
Michael gladly turned his prisoner over to the two uniforms who were first on the scene, and then he was at Molly's side and took her arms in his hands and gave her a solid shake. "You little fool! You could have been killed!"
"He would have shot Mr. Bridges," Molly explained, her green eyes filling with tears. "I had to help you some way, Michael, or you would have tried to stop him and been
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