I surfaced from deep concentration on my work when I heard a knock at the door. I looked up to see Laura striding into the room. She smiled as she halted in front of my desk. “You sure do get into your work, Dad. I had to knock a couple of times before you heard me.”
I laughed as I set aside the book I’d been cataloging. “Guilty as charged. I lose track when I’m working.” I glanced at my watch and noted the time with surprise. “It’s eleven-thirty.”
Laura’s cheeks dimpled. “You promised to take me to lunch, remember?”
“That I did.” I gazed at her for a moment, remembering our talk yesterday when I’d told her about Connor Lawton’s threats of violence.
In the uncanny way she had, my daughter picked up on my thoughts. “Stop worrying, Dad. I told you, Connor isn’t brave, for all his big talk. He won’t attack anyone. He’s all hat and no cattle, like they say in Texas.”
“I hope you’re right.” I still planned to ask Kanesha to speak with him, no matter what Laura said.
Diesel hopped down from the windowsill and padded around the desk to Laura. He meowed at her, and she obliged by scratching his head. The rumble of his purr told us how much he appreciated such treatment.
“You are such a beautiful boy.” Laura gazed at Diesel, and he meowed again, as if to say,
With the cat once again in his harness and leash we headed out of the library for the student union and the small café there. Overall the food was passable, but their chicken salad—a favorite of both Laura’s and mine—was scrumptious.
The shaded patio sported thirty tables, but today only three were occupied. Laura and Diesel chose one in a corner that offered privacy while I went inside for our food. When I exited the front door ten minutes later, I saw Laura frowning up at a voluptuous, tanned blonde talking too loudly and gesturing at her. Diesel growled, his ears back.
As I hurried across the patio, my hands full, I hoped I could stop my cat from attacking the woman.
SEVEN
I’d never seen Diesel behave this way. He was normally a gentle cat. I called out, “Diesel, it’s okay.” I repeated that as I drew closer.
Laura heard me and glanced down. She reached forward to reassure the cat with her touch. She spoke in a mild tone to the blonde. “Back off, Damitra. You’re upsetting the cat.”
With not-quite-steady hands I set the tray of food and drinks on the table. “Yes, please lower your voice. There’s no need to cause such a ruckus.” I glared at Damitra Vane.
The combination of two humans and one large cat facing her down seemed to shock her into silence. She frowned at the cat, next at me, then her gaze rested on Laura.
“What is all this about?” I directed my question to my daughter.
Laura shot a glance of pure loathing at Damitra Vane. “Diesel and I were sitting here, not bothering anyone, and then Damitra popped up and accosted me.” She held up a hand when Damitra started to speak. “You shut up, or I’ll let Diesel bite off one of your legs.”
“Keep that nasty thing away from me.” The woman cast a terrified look at Diesel and backed up at least two feet.
I started to protest that Diesel would never do such a thing, but Damitra Vane bolted.
Diesel crowded close to me and chirped. I bent to wrap my arms around his head and chest. I murmured, telling him he was a good boy and that everything was okay.
“Diesel, sweetie, I’m sorry to malign you like that.” Laura laughed. “But I figured that would get rid of Damitra. Diesel freaked her out anyway. I told her he was a rare breed of hunting cat from Tibet, and she bought it.”
“If she’s silly enough to believe that, it’s okay by me. She shouldn’t have bothered you.” I distributed plates and drinks and set the tray aside. “What was she going on about?”
Laura unfolded her napkin and spread it over her lap. “Apparently
“It was a mutual effort.” I picked up my own fork. “Sean and I both thought it was a good idea. Neither of us is keen on some nutcase—your word, I remind you—harassing you over a man you say is only a friend now.”
Laura put her fork down and glared at me. “I am not twelve years old anymore, and you and Sean need to get that through your thick chauvinist heads. I’ve coped pretty dang well in Hollywood for four years now.”
I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender. “Point well taken. Sean and I shouldn’t have acted without talking to you first.” Now it was my turn to glare a little. “But remember, young lady, no matter how old you are and how capable, you’re always going to be my daughter. I reserve the right to be concerned for your well-being.”
Laura regarded me with fond amusement. “You’re incorrigible.” She ate another bite of chicken salad. “This is crazy good.”