His Montana Homecoming. Jenna Mindel

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       Chapter Two

      Minutes later, Dale followed the noise. Sounds of raucous laughter were hard to miss. He halted at the entrance of the dining room and took in the sight of a long wooden table filled with covered dishes leaking steam. A boisterous family sat at the table. All of them talked at once as they passed pitchers of what looked like pretty tame liquid refreshment. Iced tea and lemonade.

      Definitely a rowdier bunch than at the Massey dinner table. But then, the Masseys had never been a real family.

      A sudden desire for the overcrowded Fidler Inn swamped him. There, he could have come and gone unnoticed. Downtown Jasper Gulch probably had Wi-Fi, too.

      “Dale, there’s a seat for you next to Faith.” Nadine Shaw smiled. She wasn’t obvious. Not at all. “And this is my husband, Mayor Jackson Shaw.”

      The mayor.

      Dale stepped forward and extended his hand. “Mayor Shaw.”

      The man puffed up his chest as he stood. Brown hair grayed near his temples and held a crease that circled the mayor’s head. Dale spotted a black cowboy hat hanging beside others on a hat rack attached to the far wall. No doubt the reason for the crease. Above average height, Jackson Shaw had broad shoulders and he exuded an air of authority. He was also looking Dale over pretty good.

      Dale resisted the urge to ask if he liked what he saw.

      Finally the mayor gripped his hand for a firm handshake. “Mr. Massey. Good of you to join us.”

      Dale detected a note of sarcasm in the mayor’s voice and swallowed his irritation. He had a life, one he’d dropped in order to be here. “Thank you.”

      “Let me introduce you to my family. You’ve met Faith here.” Jackson made the rounds.

      There was Cord Shaw and his new wife, Katie, and their goddaughter, Marci, whom they were planning to adopt. Cord’s brothers, Austin and Adam, and then the youngest sibling, Julie, and her husband, Ryan. Dale sat down, knowing he’d have trouble remembering the names. Didn’t matter. He’d stay through the weekend and leave. He’d be here only a few days at most.

      “Let’s pray, shall we?” The mayor cleared his throat and shifted his stance as he took the hands of his wife and youngest daughter seated on either side of him.

      Everyone else followed suit. Faith offered up her hand and so did her brother—Austin, was it?

      Okay, this is weird. He took Faith’s hand easily enough, but then Dale hesitated.

      Faith’s brother gave him a challenging look.

      When in Rome...

      Dale finally took the guy’s work-roughened hand. He’d followed any number of odd customs in his travels not willing to offend a potential client or buyer. It didn’t mean he’d have to like it, even if only a dinnertime prayer.

      The mayor made a grand show of blessing the food. He had politician written all over him. Smooth and polished. Funny, no matter what size the pond, big fish were always going to act like big fish.

      Dale’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten since lunch, a light meal served in the corporate limo on the way to the airport.

      He felt a slight squeeze from Faith.

      He glanced her way.

      She looked as if she held back laughter. No doubt she’d heard his belly growl.

      After the mayor’s prayer, the noise level immediately escalated as lids came off serving platters and food was passed around.

      “You’re a hard man to get a hold of.” Cord, the oldest brother, passed a bowl of steaming potatoes.

      “Yes.” No sense in denying it. Dale had ducked every call made from Jasper Gulch. But in the end, Julian had won. Dale was here, his father wasn’t.

      “Is your father planning to attend homecoming?” Cord asked.

      “Not this time. He’s traveling to Hong Kong.” An excuse. His father never did what he didn’t want to. Those responsibilities fell to Dale, and who was he to say no?

      “Do you have any brothers or sisters who might come?” the younger sister asked. Julie was her name, and she resembled Faith. Both young women had slightly different shades of the rich auburn hair from their mother.

      Dale passed the bowl to Faith. “Two half brothers, and no, they won’t be joining me.”

      Faith’s eyes went wide. “Would they come if they knew we’ve got a Massey-family float planned for the Thanksgiving Day parade?”

      Julian hadn’t said anything about Thanksgiving. Dale assumed it was only this weekend for their homecoming thing. “I won’t be staying. I’ve got business in New York.”

      Faith shared a look with her sister. “But it’s Thanksgiving. Don’t you take vacation and spend time with your family?”

      Dale gave her a grim smile. “Not if I can help it.”

      Her pretty mouth dropped open and she lowered the bowl of potatoes and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

      “For what?”

      Faith shook her head. “I assumed you’d celebrate like a normal person, you know, with parents and turkey and all the trimmings. Only here, in Jasper Gulch.”

      He chuckled. Normal. What was that? “I enjoy the luxury of going where I please for holidays.”

      “All alone?” She bit her lip.

      He leaned toward her and lowered his voice. “Not always.”

      Her eyes widened. He’d flustered her again.

      Well, what did she expect?

      He passed a bowl and glanced at her once more. Faith Shaw looked sorry for him. He had everything money could buy. Whatever he wanted was his for the asking. What did she think he needed that she’d look at him with such pity?

      He glanced around the table. Did anyone notice his conversation with Miss Shaw? No. Faith’s family was busy eating and talking.

      “You might find our homecoming event interesting,” Cord said to him.

      Dale doubted that, but he didn’t want to appear rude. “Yeah?”

      “The founders of Jasper Gulch, your great-great-grandfather and mine, buried a time capsule a hundred years ago that will be on display. In it were blueprints of what is now city hall and pretty extensive city planning documents, among other period items and photos.”

      Dale nodded. Those plans might actually be worth a look. “Interesting.”

      “Someone else thought so, too, since the time capsule was stolen back in July. But it СКАЧАТЬ