Mommy For A Minute. Judy Christenberry

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      Before Jack could say anything, Barry demanded to know why his sister wasn’t working for four weeks. Lauren shot Jack a look, obviously understanding how that information had gotten out.

      “I’m taking some time off. Why? Is that a problem?”

      All three brothers stared at her. Finally, Bill said, “No, not if that’s what you want to do.”

      “Yes, it is. I’m getting settled in my new place. And I’m taking care of Ally while Jack works.”

      “Oh, sure. We didn’t realize Jack was a friend.” Bill shot a look at Jack, obviously reevaluating his status as friend—or maybe more than friend.

      Jack looked at Lauren, but he said nothing.

      “Yes, well, I’ll need to add a few places to the table,” Lauren said, not bothering to explain, as she had to Jack earlier that day.

      “May I help?” Cheryl asked, and Lauren immediately gave her something to do, making her feel welcome.

      Within minutes, Lauren had expanded her dinner for three to dinner for seven. She added more broccoli to the pot and cut up more salad. She put Bill and Barry to peeling more potatoes, and suggested to James that he entertain Jack and Ally.

      Just as they sat down to dinner the electricity went out. Lauren found the candles and matches and they ate their dinner by candlelight. Outside, the storm raged.

      “I like this dinner, Lauren. What did you call the casserole?” Jack asked.

      “Chicken spaghetti. It was one of Mom’s favorites.”

      “Yeah, I love it,” James said, smiling at Cheryl.

      “I’d love the recipe,” Cheryl said softly, looking at Lauren.

      “Of course. Mom got it out of a church cookbook, so it didn’t originate with her. But it’s very filling and has a lot of good things in it,” Lauren explained.

      “It’s a good thing you fixed a lot of it,” James said, “since Bill and Barry arrived.”

      “You think we shouldn’t check on Lauren?” Barry demanded.

      “You know I always come on Friday,” James pointed out.

      “Yeah, but this is a bad storm. We were afraid she might find she had a leak or something like that,” Bill said. “You never know in a new place until it’s tested.”

      A crack of thunder emphasized his words.

      “Ooh, that was close,” Lauren said, staring out the window.

      Ally whimpered, and her father comforted her. “We’re okay, baby. Don’t worry.”

      Cheryl said, “I haven’t seen a storm like this before.”

      “I remember a bad one when we were little,” Bill said. “We were frightened, but Mom and Dad calmed us down.”

      “Yes, they were good at that,” Lauren said. “It’s different when you’re the adult. It’s easier to convince a child.”

      “Yeah,” James agreed. “You used to tell me everything was all right.”

      “But I was right, wasn’t I?” Lauren asked.

      “Yeah, but—” Just then a booming crack of thunder resounded. “Do you want to tell me again?”

      “I don’t think it works as well when you’re an adult.”

      Lauren almost ducked at another loud boom of thunder. “Maybe we should just pretend it isn’t storming.”

      Jack gave her a skeptical look.

      She squared her jaw and got up from the table. “How about dessert? I made carrot cake.”

      Her brothers showed enthusiasm, but Cheryl and Jack looked a little unsure.

      James leaned over to Cheryl. “You’ll love it, honey. It’s one of Lauren’s specialties.”

      “I’m willing to try it, but I’ve never had it before.” Cheryl gave Lauren a smile.

      “Don’t worry. I won’t be upset if you don’t like it. James, will you get some saucers, and Bill, some clean forks, please?”

      She took one of the candles from the table into the kitchen. The cake was heavy and she realized she couldn’t carry it and the candle at the same time. “Barry? I need some help here.”

      She heard footsteps and assumed Barry had come to assist her. “Thanks. The cake is too heavy and—”

      Turning around, she almost dropped the cake when she realized it was Jack who had followed her to the kitchen. “What happened to Barry?”

      “He was still eating chicken so I volunteered. You needed help?”

      Help was just what she needed. Help from her brother, not Jack. Somehow just being alone with him in the kitchen was making her nervous. She could feel her heart pick up the pace, and her voice was breathless when she finally responded, “You can take the cake.”

      Jack reached out for it and, underestimating the heft, nearly dropped it. Acting on instinct, she flung out her arms and they met his hands as he got a tighter grip on the plate.

      From the mere contact she felt a sizzle course from her hands up her arms, jolting her with its intensity. Pulling back as if burned, she grabbed the candle and spun toward the door, trying not to let Jack know she was running away.

      The quick motion extinguished the flame on the candle, plunging the kitchen into darkness.

      In her haste to escape, she ran into something hard, warm and…all male.

      Chapter Four

      Shivering from the contact, Lauren took a step back. “S-sorry,” she muttered.

      “I’ll move out of your way,” Jack said.

      “Th-thank you.” She really had to stop stammering. Good thing it was too dark for him to see the blush on her face.

      Once she was sure Jack was not in her way, she turned on a burner on the stove and lit the candle. Then she led the way back to the dining room. Even after they reached the table, she still didn’t look Jack in the eyes.

      “I thought you were going to help me, Barry,” she said pointedly.

      “I was still eating and Jack volunteered. I figured you’d like him better in the dark than you would me.” He grinned at his sister.

      Lauren stared at Barry. What could he mean? Then she remembered them asking earlier about why she wasn’t working—and their decision that СКАЧАТЬ