Teenage pregnancies had very nearly become the rule, rather than the exception, during the years Margo’s mother would have been a teenager. Margo had reminded Kit all along of someone. Now he knew. She didn’t look much like Sarah, but that temper, not to mention the pride …even the determination to get what she wanted and everything be damned that stood in her way. Margo was Sarah van Wyyck all over again.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or swear aloud.
Meanwhile, his granddaughter had to be faced.
”Christ, and she’s still set on being a time scout.”
His viscera did another swan dive into a bottomless chasm. l can’t let her do this …. Hard on the heels of that thought came another. And just how do you propose to stop her?
The whole library wavered in his vision for a moment as he superimposed Margo’s face over some of the sights that still gave him nightmares. She doesn’t understand… thinks it’s high adventure and she’ll live forever …and I can’t even insist on partnering her, can’t even go along and watch her back ….
If Kit stepped through another unknown gate, odds were extremely high the attempt would kill him.
”What am I going to do? She wants this…” And was it any wonder? What must the kid have grown up thinking and dreaming every time she heard about her famous granddaddy?
”Dammit, Kit, pull it together: …”
Walking back into the language lab was possibly the hardest thing Kit had ever done.
Margo had pulled the chair into the far corner; but she wasn’t sitting in it. She’d taken up a stance behind it, gripping the back as though he were a savage lion in need of taming. He recalled some of the ugly things he’d said to her and swallowed. Damn …Kit closed the door softly and faced her. Tear streaks ran down her face in jagged paths. But her chin was still up, still defiant, despite visible fear in her eyes.