Runaway Vegas Bride / Vegas Two-Step: Runaway Vegas Bride / Vegas Two-Step

“I’m telling you, there’s something wrong with that little girl.”

Leo, of course.

Groaning, even swearing under her breath in the bushes, Jane couldn’t bring herself to crawl out of there. It was too much. She had no dignity left, and Jane Carlton placed a great deal of value on her own sense of dignity. Every woman should, she believed. And hers was simply gone, all because of that man!

“You can come out now. He’s gone,” Gladdy said, sounding sad and worried herself.

Jane backed out on her hands and knees, then sat back on her heels, simply unable to look Gladdy in the eye.

“Honestly, Jane. Is there something going on that you’re not telling us? Because you just aren’t acting like yourself lately,” Gladdy said.

“Of course I’m not acting like myself. I’m trying to save you and Gram from that man!”

“And we keep telling you, we don’t need saving.”

“Oh, yes, you do. Did he tell you what’s really going on? What he did? What he and Gram are talking about?”

“Oh, please! What is going on? We’re all going dancing together. We have dinner together. We just told you this. You remember, don’t you, darling?”

“Of course I remember! There’s nothing wrong with my memory! It’s just…he’s…I knew he wouldn’t tell you. I just knew it.”

“Tell me what?”

“About what’s really going on here!” Jane was just all done in. She had dirt all over her knees and her new shoes, scratches on her face. She’d been caught hiding in a bunch of bushes, spying on her aunt, and two days ago, she’d nearly attacked an old man.

“Jane, everything’s going to be fine. I’m sure of it. Kathleen and I are as happy as we’ve ever been. Life is very, very good.”

“You’re both crazy about the same man. This cannot end well!”

“Well, Leo will just have to pick one of us. Or. maybe not.”

“Maybe not? What do you mean, maybe not?”

Gladdy hesitated, looking uneasy for once in the whole Leo Gray situation. “Jane, are you really sure you want me to answer that question? Because you have to think, before you ask some things, whether you really want to know the answers.”

Jane shook her head. “What? What could I possibly not want to know?”

“Well…it wouldn’t exactly be the first time Kathleen and I have…shared.”

Jane got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Shared?”

Gladdy nodded.

“Shared…a man?”

“Yes,” Gladdy whispered, a tiny smile on her pretty face.

When he got back to his office that afternoon, Wyatt got Leo’s doctor on the phone. Wyatt was mostly getting the runaround about patient confidentiality and privacy laws, a thoroughly frustrating exchange.

“Look, he’s just acting…funny,” Wyatt finally said.

“Funny-sad or funny-odd?”

“He’s definitely not sad, just…more stubborn about things,” Wyatt explained. “And a little reckless.”

“Ignoring what seem like perfectly reasonable requests?”

“Yes.”

“And good advice from people trying to take care of him?”

“Exactly. What is that?”

“The most common complaint I hear from people trying to take care of older relatives,” the doctor replied. “And unfortunately not a disease, as far as the medical profession has been able to identify.”

Wyatt wanted to beat his head against his desk. “He’s driving me crazy!”

“Me too, most of the time,” the doctor admitted. “I can’t get him to listen to a thing I say.”

“Me either. What do we do?”

“Unfortunately, he’s an adult, he’s competent to make his own decisions—according to the law, at least—and he gets to go on making his own decisions until you can convince a court to find him incompetent.”

Wyatt groaned.

“Look, you’re always welcome to come with him to his appointments with me, if he’ll let you, and then if you have concerns, I can try to play medical referee. If you’re trying to look out for his health and safety, I’ll back you up all the way. But I can’t force him into anything.”

“I feel like I’m the grown-up and he’s the teenager,” Wyatt complained. “Or maybe even a toddler.”

“In my experience, most family members caring for older relatives feel that way eventually,” the doctor sympathized. “Come to his next appointment. We’ll talk.”

Wyatt said he would, was just hanging up the phone with the doctor when his secretary buzzed, sounding agitated. “There’s a woman here to see you.”

“Lucy, I’m a fortunate man. There’s almost always a woman here to see me,” he spoke into the intercom.

“This one’s different,” Lucy claimed.

Wyatt shook his head. “Different, how?”

“She says she just crawled out of some bushes and she has to talk to you right now. It’s about Leo.”

Wyatt grinned broadly. Jane coming to him? This was a good day.

He opened the door, and then gaped at her.

She looked like a woman who’d been in a fight with a bush. There was a small twig of some kind sticking out of her hair, which was half falling down, half still in a droopy bun on her head. She had small scratches on her face and hands, leaves stuck to her skirt and bits of dirt clinging to her knees.

“Jane!” He went to her side, looking her over more carefully to make sure she wasn’t really hurt. “What happened?”