Dad said, awkwardly double-checking that the shotgun was loaded. Then he took the shotgun and shells and left. Okay, so maybe Mom hadn’t abandoned them. Megan still wished she was here. She followed her dad back out to the living room. He set the shotgun between the front door and the bay window. “Figured you wouldn’t want this in your bedroom,” he said to June when he caught her watching him. Never mind that they hadn’t even bothered to change the sheets on the bed. Did he really think June was that dumb? She wasn’t. “Someone tried to kill my husband and kidnap me a few hours ago, Mr. Callahan. Not sure why you think the presence of a weapon would disturb me.” Megan smiled. It wasn’t often that anyone called her dad’s bluffs. He looked sheepish. June crossed over to the coatrack beside the front door and grabbed her purse. “I have a pistol, if you think it will help.” “You brought a gun into our home?” Dad asked. He always was so sensitive about guns. If he just relaxed and learned to be comfortable around them…never going to happen.
