”Well,” he told himself philosophically as the elevator rose with an efficient whir, “looks like another job for Mr. Fix-It.” He just hoped Kit’s granddaughter didn’t get them all into a jam they couldn’t untangle. Given what he’d seen so far, she could wreak havoc just by breathing.
She could also break Kit’s heart without even trying.
The insight left him with a chill chasing itself down his back. Malcolm made himself a promise, then and there: I’ll do whatever I can–whatever Margo and Kit will let me to keep that from happening.
Where that promise might lead him, Malcolm didn’t even want to consider.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Kit was looking for ways to avoid finishing a stack of bills when he spotted Margo on one of the real-time screens on his office video wall. She was sitting beside a pebbled fishpond in Edo Castletown, staring into the water and looking so vulnerable and alone, Kit felt his heart thump.
He shoved back his chair and headed downstairs, pausing only long enough to slip on shoes. He didn’t even change out of the vintage kimono he habitually wore while working. Kit wasn’t sure what he’d say to her, but maybe the excuse of just getting to know her better would suffice. She was trailing one fingertip in the clear water when he arrived.
”Hi.”
She glanced up. Her eyes widened slightly. “Good Lord. You’re wearing a kimono?”
Kit grinned. “I’m running away from paperwork. I, uh, usually try and wear the most comfortable thing I own when I have to tackle stacks of bills or government forms. Mind if I join you?”