met?”
Margot frowned at him. “No, what difference does that make?”
AliceLynn sniffled and pointed to the cop. “Sorry. This is
Mark. He’s my daddy’s friend from high school.”
“Oh, okay. So, Mark what’s going on here?”
The man frowned.
“It’s fine, you can tell her,” AliceLynn said under her
breath.
“Well, there was an illicit gathering here, at the park.
Some of the boys were doping the drinks, according to AliceLynn. She called
them on it and they got…ugly with her.”
Margot held the girl tighter. “It’s fine. I had my…um…”
“AliceLynn pulled a knife of them,” Mark said. “Cut one of
‘em on the arm. And then she ran.”
“It’s when I got this,” she said, touching her bloody face.
“I fell.”
“I told you to call your daddy,” Mark the cop said. “I don’t
know this person, no offense intended ma’am.”
Margot dropped her arm from around AliceLynn’s shoulders.
“Well, I’m a friend of the family.” A strange kind of emotion was filling her
head now. One she didn’t like. “Why did you call me, AliceLynn?” The girl kept
her gaze down on her shoes.
“You said I should call you if I needed anything.”
“Yes, but this is something your father…anyway, we’ll deal
with it. Can we take her home?”
“Daddy’s not at home. He’s at Rosie’s,” AliceLynn said with
a certain tone in her voice that lit a match to Margot’s fury.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there. You should ride with them.” She
pointed to the cops. The girl’s jaw dropped.
“AliceLynn, your father needs to know where you were, what
you were doing and with whom.” She indicated the gaggle of delinquents with a
jerk of her chin. “I’m not going to shield you from confronting him, honey. But
I will stand with you when you do it.” Whirling and heading for her car before
she said something really awful, Margot climbed behind the wheel and followed
the cop car a few miles to a tidy little white clapboard house on a street
lined with similar ones with a ‘for sale’ sign on the lawn. Rosalee Norris’
house, she surmised, pulling up to the curb and steeling herself for the
looming confrontation.
She met Antony and Rosie at the door, but this time when she
gave her little ‘it’s not my job to shield you or my place to come between you’
spiel, AliceLynn let it fly loud and clear and in front of Rosalee just where
Margot’s ‘place’ was—in Antony’s bed. Antony lurched forward and grabbed his
daughter’s arm. Margot clapped a hand over her mouth and started backing away.
Then Rosie fainted.
And everything changed.
Authors’ note: If you have read “Love Garage” and wish to
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About The Author
Amazon best-selling author, beer blogger, brewery marketing
expert, mom of three, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and
graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has
decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a
three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking
fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans
and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens
After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her
latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very
much “real life.”
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries,
on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic
locales