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NATE WAS CALLED IN to the hospital early the next day. They’d had the day off and were planning to spend it with Ivy, taking her shopping for some more child appropriate furniture. Pan had intended to go with her, but her sister had called off at the last minute, claiming one of her infrequent migraines.
Perci suspected Pan had never had migraines; her sister was smart enough to use the excuse when she was up to something.
Conniving little brat. Pan had always been one.
Perci took the credit card Nate had given her and drove into Masterson. There was a lovely little shop on Main Street that she’d never been able to shop at before. But Nate had told her to get the best for Ivy.
For his house.
She hadn’t missed the whimsical pink bedroom right across the hall from the master suite. It was the kind every little girl dreamed about.
“Mama Perci, me hungry. Again.”
She looked in the rearview mirror at the child. Ivy had a hopeful look on her beautiful little face.
“Food first? We’ll go to the diner. Get a hamburger and French fries.”
“Yum. Ivy likes hamburgers.”