Besides, Wesley had been supportive. “Don’t fret about being disinherited too much,” he’d counseled them. “I’ve seen the account books. There’s no big inheritance coming your way. Lila and I will split whatever we get three ways. I promise.”
“Will he disown Lila for this, as well?” Maggie had asked.
Wesley had shaken his head. “He doesn’t know this was her bright idea. Or of Ian’s role. I certainly won’t tell him.”
What a crushing week it had been for her father, Maggie considered. The news that she was leaving with Michael—plus the Fitzhugh twins had left the day of their eighteenth birthdays without even saying good-bye. That potentially lucrative alliance had also crashed and burned before his very eyes.
James stirred on her shoulder and lifted his head. His green eyes opened. The breeze from the open window ruffled his downy tufts of hair, making him smile. Maggie reached up to run her fingertips along his baby-soft cheeks.
Michael walked in from his job and smiled at them, encircling both Maggie and the baby in his arms. “That’s right, James, you smile,” he spoke to James tenderly. “Mommy and Daddy are here and there are nothing but good days ahead.”
Maggie reached up and kissed Michael. Never in her life had she felt more loved and more optimistic about the future. “Good days ahead,” she echoed. “Such good days.”
