Big Sky Daddy. Linda Ford

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      Teddy’s eyes were round. His mouth gaped open.

      Caleb laughed. “Guess you never saw so many cats at one time.”

      “I want to pet them.” Teddy dropped his crutches and sat down amid the melee.

      Seeing the concern in Caleb’s face, Lilly reassured him. “It’s okay. None of them will hurt him.” She smiled at the pleasure in Teddy’s face as the cats rubbed against him.

      She might only have one day, but she’d do all she could to see he enjoyed every minute spent on the farm.

      * * *

      Caleb felt as if he had stepped back in time to a gentler, sweeter place where life followed familiar routines and his son enjoyed normal pursuits.

      Two cats crawled into Teddy’s lap, purring loudly. Teddy laughed. The purest laugh Caleb had heard from him in many months.

      Caleb’s eyes misted, no doubt irritated by the dust the cats were kicking up and nothing more.

      Now satisfied with their drink, several cats hissed at Blossom. She opened one eye and closed it again but otherwise paid them no heed.

      Grub cocked his head and watched the scene with a puzzled expression.

      “Why do you have so many cats?” Teddy asked.

      “Mostly because we had three batches of kittens this year.”

      “And you get to keep ’em all?”

      “For a while. Usually once cold weather sets in and mice move indoors, people come and ask for a cat to keep the mice population down.”

      “Guess you don’t have any mice around here.”

      “Not many.”

      “Would have to be an awfully brave mouse to come here.” Teddy laughed so hard at his joke that tears trickled from his eyes.

      Caleb watched in pure and natural pleasure.

      Lilly chuckled as she finished with Maude. Then she stood at Caleb’s side, a foamy pail of milk in one hand, and watched Teddy. “If that isn’t the sweetest sound in the world, I don’t what is.”

      He looked at her. She looked at him. And for a moment they shared something. Something he had not shared with anyone since Amanda died. A common delight in his son. It was temporary, he warned himself. But for now, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment. “His laughter is better than Sunday music.”

      She laughed. “Tons better than Sunday music if you happen to sit next to Harry Simmons, who sings like a hoarse bullfrog.” She croaked out a few words of a song, then broke off and covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I should not be mocking anyone.” Pink flared up her cheeks.

      He’d laughed at her imitation of the poor Harry Simmons, whoever he was, but his laughter stalled in the back of his throat when he looked at her. The woman could go from straight-faced teasing, to lighthearted imitations, to apologies so fast it left him dizzy.

      And more than a little intrigued.

      Her eyes widened and then she ducked her head.

      Oh glory, he’d been staring long enough to make her uncomfortable.

      He bent over Teddy and stroked one of the cats. Lilly hurried over to the other cow and started milking.

      “What’s her name?” Teddy asked.

      “This is Bossy.”

      Did Caleb detect a note of relief in her voice, as if she were happy to be talking about cows again?

      Teddy seemed to consider the name for a moment. “Is that ’cause she’s mean?”

      “No, she just likes to do things the same way and if I try to change anything, she insists otherwise.”

      Teddy brightened. “That’s like Papa.”

      Caleb stared at his son. “Me? Why would you say that?”

      “You always put your boots in the exact spot every night. Once I moved them ’cause I wanted something and you made me put them back. You always make me sleep on the same side of you even when I want to sleep on the other side. And every morning, you stare at the fire until the coffee is ready. And you tell me not to talk until you have your coffee.”

      It was all true. “That doesn’t mean I’m like Bossy. I can change if I want.” He stole a glance at Lilly. She had her head pressed to the cow’s flank, but—he narrowed his eyes—her shoulders were shaking. “You find this funny?”

      She nodded without lifting her head.

      He crossed his arms and considered the two of them. Teddy innocently petting a lap full of cats. Lilly trying to hide her amusement.

      So his son considered him inflexible. Stuck in a routine. As for the coffee, he simply had to get his first cup before his brain started to perk. It didn’t mean he was bossy or stuck in a rut.

      Lilly gasped, tipped her head back and laughed aloud. She held up a hand to indicate she wanted to say something as soon as she could speak.

      He waited, none too patiently. Did the woman intend to spend the rest of the day laughing?

      She swiped her hand across her eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh, but if you could see your expression...” She chuckled some more and then tried to press back her amusement, but it showed clearly in her eyes.

      From a deep well within, one that felt rusty with disuse, a trickle of laughter escaped. It grew in volume and intensity. He laughed. And laughed. And continued to laugh until his insides felt washed with freshwater. Until his stomach hurt. Until he realized Lilly and Teddy were watching him with wide smiles.

      He sobered and drew in a deep breath. “I guess it is funny to realize a five-year-old has been taking note of my habits.”

      She grinned. “It’s kind of sweet if you think about it.”

      He couldn’t seem to break from her warm gaze. It was as if she approved of him. No. That wasn’t it at all. Really, it was as if she approved of the way he and Teddy were together.

      Bossy tossed her head.

      “Okay. Okay.” Lilly turned her attention to the cow. “I’m done. I’ll let you go.”

      If Caleb had a lick of good sense left, he’d be done, too. He’d be on his way before his brain got any more affected by this woman.

      Only he couldn’t break the promise he’d made to Teddy. He’d stay the night, enjoy one day of being part of a normal family. Then he’d return to the Caldwells and his job with his resolve renewed and his face set to reach his goal.

      He’d dare not linger overlong at the Bell place and risk losing СКАЧАТЬ