knew. What was Kevin thinking? Twenty hours, and probably more, was way too long a trip. This was why airplanes were invented, for Pete’s sake. She would have to think of something.
Meanwhile, she had to call her mother.
She retrieved the Guatemalan phone number and dialed. She frowned when the only response was a strange bee-bop, bee-bop, bee-bop sound at the other end. Maybe that was their busy signal? She couldn’t remember. Had she ever gotten a busy signal before?
She dialed again. Same response.
She made a face at the phone. “I know, I know, it’s not your fault. But what the heck is going on?”
It was eight-twenty. She needed to leave. She tried one more time.
Boop, boop. Boop, boop.
That was better. That’s what the tone was the last time she called.
A male voice answered. “ Aló ?”
“Hello,” said Megan. Then slowly, “ Señora Mully, por favor ?”
“Ahhh,” said the man. Then he let loose a string of Spanish that was unintelligible to Megan.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m calling from the United States for Mrs. Mully. Glenda Mully.”
“Ahhh.” There was a long pause. Then in very stilted English, “Galinda no live here.” He hung up.
“What!?” Megan stared at her phone. “That’s impossible!” She dialed the number again.
“ Aló ?” Same voice.
“Hello,” she said slowly. “Glenda Mully?”
Now the man’s voice became irritated. “No, no Galinda here. They change house! Adiós pues. ”
“Goodbye,” said Megan softly. She ended the call and sat glumly, staring into space. For the first time since her mother left her bedside at the hospital, she felt completely empty.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KEVIN KNOCKED on Megan’s door.
“Are you ready to go?”
After a few moments, Megan opened the door. She did not look happy.
Kevin frowned. “Something wrong?”
Megan moved efficiently toward the entry way. “Now that you ask, yes, there is something wrong.”
Kevin followed her. “What now? Another change to the prenup?”
Megan toss her hair back. “Do you know how long it takes to drive to Colorado?”
Kevin shrugged. “A couple of days.”
“Two ten-hour days if we don’t stop at any restrooms or stop to eat along the way. Two long, miserable days of staring at the passing countryside, and since restrooms and food are a necessity, it’s more like two thirteen hour days in the car. That is crazy!”
“How come you’re suddenly a road map expert?”
Megan held up her smart phone. “I looked it up. You want this relationship to look real, correct? Well, no bride-to-be would spend the days before her wedding driving cross country so she could arrive to meet her in-laws looking like something the cat dragged in.”
Kevin was taken aback. “I bought a brand new SUV to travel in. It’s got that new car smell and it’s very roomy.”
Megan rolled her eyes. “New car smell? Trust me, after three days of driving, you will never want to smell that aroma again. And three days would be the shortest estimate, because I cannot sit in one position for hours at a time.” She looked around for her luggage. “Where are my things?”
Kevin resisted the urge to snap, You mean, the things I bought you? Instead he said calmly, “Jeffrey took them downstairs and put them in the car. Look, Megan, I thought a road trip would give us an opportunity to get to know each other.”
She glared at him. “Let me give you the crash course. I’m a girl. Girls need restrooms on a regular basis. I also need to exercise my legs every couple of hours because of my injury. Otherwise, I get sore and achy. And that makes me cranky.”
Kevin decided to play the sympathy card. “Okay, I’ll level with you. I’m terrified of flying, all right? I just can’t get on a plane. I know it’s crazy, but I’ve tried, and it’s real embarrassing when they have to take the plane back to the gate because I’m freaking out. Get the picture?”
Megan appeared to soften a bit.
Meanwhile, she had to call her mother.
She retrieved the Guatemalan phone number and dialed. She frowned when the only response was a strange bee-bop, bee-bop, bee-bop sound at the other end. Maybe that was their busy signal? She couldn’t remember. Had she ever gotten a busy signal before?
She dialed again. Same response.
She made a face at the phone. “I know, I know, it’s not your fault. But what the heck is going on?”
It was eight-twenty. She needed to leave. She tried one more time.
Boop, boop. Boop, boop.
That was better. That’s what the tone was the last time she called.
A male voice answered. “ Aló ?”
“Hello,” said Megan. Then slowly, “ Señora Mully, por favor ?”
“Ahhh,” said the man. Then he let loose a string of Spanish that was unintelligible to Megan.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m calling from the United States for Mrs. Mully. Glenda Mully.”
“Ahhh.” There was a long pause. Then in very stilted English, “Galinda no live here.” He hung up.
“What!?” Megan stared at her phone. “That’s impossible!” She dialed the number again.
“ Aló ?” Same voice.
“Hello,” she said slowly. “Glenda Mully?”
Now the man’s voice became irritated. “No, no Galinda here. They change house! Adiós pues. ”
“Goodbye,” said Megan softly. She ended the call and sat glumly, staring into space. For the first time since her mother left her bedside at the hospital, she felt completely empty.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KEVIN KNOCKED on Megan’s door.
“Are you ready to go?”
After a few moments, Megan opened the door. She did not look happy.
Kevin frowned. “Something wrong?”
Megan moved efficiently toward the entry way. “Now that you ask, yes, there is something wrong.”
Kevin followed her. “What now? Another change to the prenup?”
Megan toss her hair back. “Do you know how long it takes to drive to Colorado?”
Kevin shrugged. “A couple of days.”
“Two ten-hour days if we don’t stop at any restrooms or stop to eat along the way. Two long, miserable days of staring at the passing countryside, and since restrooms and food are a necessity, it’s more like two thirteen hour days in the car. That is crazy!”
“How come you’re suddenly a road map expert?”
Megan held up her smart phone. “I looked it up. You want this relationship to look real, correct? Well, no bride-to-be would spend the days before her wedding driving cross country so she could arrive to meet her in-laws looking like something the cat dragged in.”
Kevin was taken aback. “I bought a brand new SUV to travel in. It’s got that new car smell and it’s very roomy.”
Megan rolled her eyes. “New car smell? Trust me, after three days of driving, you will never want to smell that aroma again. And three days would be the shortest estimate, because I cannot sit in one position for hours at a time.” She looked around for her luggage. “Where are my things?”
Kevin resisted the urge to snap, You mean, the things I bought you? Instead he said calmly, “Jeffrey took them downstairs and put them in the car. Look, Megan, I thought a road trip would give us an opportunity to get to know each other.”
She glared at him. “Let me give you the crash course. I’m a girl. Girls need restrooms on a regular basis. I also need to exercise my legs every couple of hours because of my injury. Otherwise, I get sore and achy. And that makes me cranky.”
Kevin decided to play the sympathy card. “Okay, I’ll level with you. I’m terrified of flying, all right? I just can’t get on a plane. I know it’s crazy, but I’ve tried, and it’s real embarrassing when they have to take the plane back to the gate because I’m freaking out. Get the picture?”
Megan appeared to soften a bit.
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