Nice To Come Home To. Liz Flaherty

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      “She sure is,” Luke murmured, lifting his arm to wave at Tucker Llewellyn as the big pontoon boat he and Jack owned glided past.

      “That’s just sick.” Seth sounded disgusted.

      “What’s sick?”

      “What are you doing looking at a sixteen-year-old girl? You could be her dad.”

      “Who’s talking about a sixteen-year-old girl?”

      “We are.”

      “Well, I wasn’t,” said Luke mildly. “Who are you talking about?”

      “Royce Gentry.”

      “Oh.” She was a beautiful girl. Prettier than her older sister, but not as striking. She worked hard, too, laughing at herself as the new kid, and falling into easy camaraderie with the others. She’d arrived her second day at work with enough lunch for Mary and herself and doughnuts from the Amish bakery that she shared with everyone.

      “So, who were you talking about?” Seth passed him a sly look. “Someone Mom would get all excited about? She thinks there’s something wrong with a guy being thirty-eight and single. Dad says—”

      “—leave the boy alone,” Luke finished in unison with him.

      “Don’t you want to get married again?” Seth steered the boat carefully as they approached Luke’s dock. “I mean, I hope I don’t get married real young, either, but you’re kind of pushing the envelope on that, aren’t you?” He hesitated. “Jill has been gone a long time.”

      “It’s Mom’s envelope I’m pushing. And her grandma buttons, too—that’s for sure.” Luke stepped out of the boat to tie off. “Jill died ten years ago, and she’d be in line behind you and Mom telling me it’s time to get married again. But, you know—” He stopped, staring toward where the evening sun was dipping into the water. “I wouldn’t give up a minute of the time we had together, but the truth is, I don’t want to feel that way about somebody again. Losing her was a kind of hell I’m not willing to chance going through twice.”

      “She was so great.” Seth had only been seven when Jill’s faulty heart had failed for the last time. Luke thought his little brother’s grief had been nearly as intense as his own. The young woman who knew she’d never be a mother had been a sister-in-law extraordinaire to the little brother no one ever had enough time for. She’d been his first babysitter, had seen him take his first steps and heard his first words.

      “She was.” He smiled at Seth and gave his shoulder a squeeze when he stepped onto the dock a lot more lithely than Luke had.

      “So, she’d want to know, too. Who’s pretty besides Royce? And don’t give me the whole none-of-your-business thing. It’s my night to cook and I have no problem with build-your-own bologna sandwiches.”

      Luke’s stomach growled as if on cue. “Her sister, Cass. She’s pretty.”

      “Oh.” Seth thought over that for the length of time it took them to reach the back porch of the house. “She is, I guess. For someone nearly as old as you, I mean.”

      “Keep it up and I’ll send you to Rachel for the school year.”

      “Oh, no, say it isn’t so!” Seth threw himself up against the back door, his arms raised in supplication, and Luke pushed him aside, laughing.

      “You should be in drama instead of football.”

      He showered while Seth prepared dinner. Sometimes he felt guilty because the kid worked so hard, but he was also proud that Seth thrived on it.

      “I want you to take this weekend off,” he said when they were seated at the bar in the kitchen eating spaghetti with meat sauce. “It’ll be the last one for a while, between football and apples coming on.”

      “Can I use your car?”

      “As long as I’m not in it, you can.”

      “No curfew?”

      “None at all.”

      It was a safe concession to make because no matter how often Seth intended to stay up late, he was invariably asleep by eleven. Luke had even bought a TV for the cottage’s second bedroom that had a timer on it, because his brother was usually out for the night within ten minutes of lying down.

      “I’m going to meet Cass for a drink at the Grill.” Luke loaded the dishwasher. “If you have friends come over, stay out of the liquor.”

      “Nah.” Seth already looked sleepy. “I’m tired. Two-a-days are deadly.”

      They were. Luke remembered that. Plus the kid had done more than his share of work at the church. “Get some sleep, then,” he suggested.

      “I will.” But Seth was already reaching for his guitar, and Luke hesitated. They usually played music together for an hour or so—it was a habit he didn’t want to break.

      “Go.” Seth waved him off. “The more I practice and you don’t, the better I get...and you don’t.”

      “In your dreams, little brother.” But he left, a little puzzled by how eager he was to see Cass again. Admittedly, there was some sort of connection between them, but he thought that was probably because they both cared for Zoey. He was anxious to hear how both women felt about the lunch of the day before. They’d been affectionate with each other but also uncomfortable. He’d left them alone after lunch and hadn’t seen either of them since.

      Cass was at the bar in Anything Goes, talking to Mollie, the bartender, and sipping from a tall mug of hot chocolate.

      “You do know that chocolate comes loaded, right?” He took the stool beside hers, waving at Mollie.

      Cass flashed him a smile that had his heartbeat moving around the way his parents did when they danced the jitterbug. “I do, but I’m on foot. I can take it.”

      “If you two kids want to sit at a table, the lake view ones are emptying out,” said Mollie. “I’ll bring your drinks over.”

      “Good idea.” Luke got up. “Thanks for the ‘kids’ thing. Having Seth in the house has added considerably to my age.”

      Mollie flipped him with the business end of a bar towel. “Shame on you. That’s a good kid there and you know it.”

      “He is.” Luke held up a hand to protect himself. “Mom and Dad were already over the having-babies thing by the time he came along, so Rachel, Leah and I take full credit for how he’s come out.” He smiled. “We all admit Jill got him off to a good start.”

      Mollie’s face softened. “She sure did. What a mom she would have been.”

      The bartender was one of the few who didn’t avoid talking about Jill, something Luke appreciated.

      “Royce thinks he’s a good kid, too. The word hot entered the conversation about ten times.” Cass followed him to a booth beside the window-lined wall. “She hasn’t been nearly as bored as she anticipated СКАЧАТЬ