Wanted: One Mummy. Cathy Thacker Gillen
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Название: Wanted: One Mummy

Автор: Cathy Thacker Gillen

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781408902899

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СКАЧАТЬ acknowledgment when he saw her.

      Noting he looked very much at home, moving about the kitchen from counter to sink to stove, Caroline couldn’t help but admire him. It was all she could do to follow the simplest recipe, and even those she screwed up half the time.

      Aware her pulse had jumped up a notch just being in Jack’s presence, Caroline set up her laptop in front of the seat designated for her, while Patrice brought a tray of crudités and ranch dip to the table.

      Patrice settled next to Dutch. The two elders exchanged encouraging smiles while Caroline powered up her computer. “Okay, down to business. The first thing is the date. I’ve checked all the major venues and they are all booked for the last two weeks of April, but there are a few openings for the first weekend in May. The only problem with that Saturday is that it’s May 5. Or Cinco de Mayo, which as you know, is the holiday that celebrates Mexico’s independence from Spain, and is always a big deal here in Texas.”

      “Well, then that knocks out that weekend,” Jack remarked, not all that unhappily, Caroline noted.

      Caroline watched as he split several avocados and used the blade of the knife to pull out the seed. His culinary skill was impressive. His attitude was not. And his mother obviously agreed.

      “And why is that?” Patrice asked Jack drolly.

      He shrugged his broad shoulders, suggesting the answer was obvious, and sent his mother a cursory glance designed to hide his feelings. “You don’t want to get married when everyone is partying.”

      “That’s exactly when we want to get married!” Patrice said.

      Dutch looked at Patrice and just smiled, as if he would go along with whatever the bride wanted.

      Studying them, Caroline thought, maybe the two had a more intimate relationship than she had originally thought. Maybe Dutch and Patrice, being older than the typical bride and groom, were just shy about showing their feelings to others.

      Not, Caroline noted in frustration, that this made a difference where the family spoilsport was concerned.

      Jack exhaled. “Seriously, Mom, when Cinco de Mayo falls on a Saturday, it makes for a wild and wacky weekend.”

      That was true. The entertainment industry went all out to celebrate the festivities. Special deals and parties abounded. The occasion was so joyous that no one wanted to be left out.

      Patrice gave her son a maternal look that would have quelled even the most unruly son. “Excuse me. How long have I lived in Texas?”

      Sensing fireworks about to erupt, Caroline held up a silencing palm and interjected. “You don’t have to hold your wedding in the city.” Where—Jack was right—holiday traffic and congestion could be a nightmare to navigate. “You could have it at a private ranch, for instance. Under a tent.”

      “Sounds lovely!” Patrice brightened. “And I really like using Cinco de Mayo as a theme.”

      “It would make for a lively reception,” Dutch said.

      Patrice clapped her hands together. “Then it’s settled.”

      Jack wrapped several stacks of corn tortillas in foil, and put them in the oven to heat. He shook his head but said nothing more, merely went to work chopping up a stack of fresh green poblano peppers and sweet yellow onions.

      “We also need to talk florists.”

      “I’ll leave that up to you,” Patrice said. “Although I’ll be in on the selection of flowers. I’m very particular about scent.”

      Caroline could imagine.

      Maddie sashayed up to the table, Bounder by her side. “I want to talk about cake!” she said.

      Caroline couldn’t help but grin.

      Patrice wrapped her arm about her granddaughter’s shoulders. “I’m sure Caroline brought pictures of some.”

      “I certainly did. These bakers I think are particularly excellent.” Caroline brought out the brochures with the color photographs.

      “I like that one.” Maddie pointed to a cake topped with the traditional bride and groom, then looked up at Jack, serious, intent. “Daddy, when are you going to get married? So I can have a mommy, like all my friends.”

      THE SILENCE FELL in the room so suddenly, Caroline could have heard a pin drop.

      Jack looked … uncomfortable, to say the least. He slid the sliced veggies into a sizzling skillet. “Maddie, we talked about this.”

      Curious, Caroline wondered what exactly had been said. Nothing, it appeared, to Maddie’s satisfaction, judging by the pout now on the little girl’s face.

      “Savannah’s daddy married Alexis, and she got a mommy, and she’s going to have a little brother or sister, too! Kayla, Ava and Tommy’s daddy got married, and they got a new baby! Mia and Sophie’s daddy got married, and they got two brothers, Tucker and Tristan. So when is it going to be my turn?” Maddie demanded, upset, propping her little hands on her hips.

      He seemed temporarily at a loss. Which was not, Caroline figured, a usual state of affairs for the sexy CEO.

      Maddie glared at Jack, waiting.

      Patrice lifted an elegant blond brow. “Good question,” Jack’s mother murmured, unsurprised by the outburst. Which meant, Caroline noted, the question had been asked before. Many times. Just not in front of Caroline.

      Jack came around the counter to kneel in front of his daughter. “I told you, honey. I was married once, and it didn’t work out very well.”

      Maddie sighed loudly. Her eyes took on a truculent sheen. “You got a divorce and Mommy left.”

      Jack nodded, confirming this was so, then explained, “Mommy had been married before. And she realized she still loved Cody and wanted to be married to him. So because I wanted her to be happy, I gave her the divorce she wanted and Mommy went to live with Cody again.”

      “In Costa Rica, which is very, very far away,” Maddie repeated, as if this had been told to her many times before. “And she couldn’t take me with her because it was better for me to stay here with you and Gram.”

      Jack nodded. “Right.” He patted his daughter comfortingly on the shoulder.

      Maddie’s lower lip shot out even farther. She stamped her foot. “But how come I can’t go see her just for a visit?”

      Why not? Caroline wondered, too.

      Jack looked at his mother for help on that one. Patrice interjected with maternal sweetness. “You will, darling, one day. When you’re older and can travel that far away. In the meantime, you’re here with us, and we all love you very much.”

      “I know.” Maddie sighed glumly, only partially mollified. “I love you, too.”

      Appearing to think the crisis had been averted, Jack rose and went back to his chef duties.

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