Chapter Twelve
Stacey wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she went into the dining room. Meredith looking horrified, perhaps, at having to talk to Eric for so long.
She certainly hadn’t been expecting the two of them to be talking in front of the dining room table. They were standing close together. Meredith was twirling a lock of her vividly white hair and was laughing loudly. Eric was joking about something. When he finished, she laughed again and rested her hand on his shoulder.
He saw them first and looked at Stacey with the sort of expression on his face that said what did you expect me to do?
“Meredith, I’m so sorry for the delay,” Stacey said, stepping in between them before Meredith could tackle Eric to the floor.
“I was sick,” Allison lied swiftly. “My fault. I’m sorry.”
