A House Full of Fortunes!. Judy Duarte

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СКАЧАТЬ after that, Barbara was arrested. At that point, she was ordered to get in-patient treatment and the children were placed in separate foster homes. I hated the thought of them being split up. Family is important. And they’d lost so much already. So I volunteered to take them in.”

      “That was a big step for a bachelor.”

      He shrugged. “My mom was adopted. It just seemed like a natural way to pay it forward.”

      There it was again. Toby’s altruistic personality. Everything about him was too perfect. Even his slightly mussed hair, which she was still tempted to reach out and touch.

      It had a bit of a curl to it. Was it really as soft as it looked?

      Oh, good grief. Get a grip, girl. She forced herself to stop gawking at him and to keep the conversation going. “So how long have you had them? About six months?”

      “Yes, and I’ll be the first to admit that it was a big adjustment. But it’s getting easier. I actually like having them around. The ranch was too quiet before. You probably can imagine what it was like for me, growing up with all my brothers and sisters. I’m used to noise. Sometimes I feel as if I can’t concentrate unless the decibel level is over ninety-five.”

      Actually, Angie couldn’t imagine what any of that had been like. She didn’t have any siblings. So her house had always been as quiet as a tomb, unless she had friends over.

      “It was the talk of the town when you got custody of the kids,” she said. “Most people didn’t think it would last.”

      “My buddies certainly didn’t think it would.”

      “How about you?” she asked. “How are you holding up?”

      “I’m doing all right, but it’s put a real cramp in my social life.”

      Angie smiled. “You mean with the guys—or romantically speaking?”

      “Romance? What’s that?” Toby laughed. “Actually, if I were even in a position to be looking for a relationship, I’d be in a real fix. Most women go running for the hills when they hear I have three children, even though the situation is supposed to be temporary. Other women look at me as if I’m some kind of hero. But even then, when they’re faced with the reality of dating a man with the responsibility of three kids, they don’t stick around long.”

      Point taken. Toby was making it clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. Therefore, Angie now knew this clearly wasn’t a date.

      “Yet here you are,” she said, “out with the kids having burgers, when you could be having a few beers at the Two Moon Saloon and dancing with Horseback Hollow’s most eligible bachelorettes. From what I remember, you were always a pretty good dancer.”

      “I still am. Maybe I’ll prove it to you sometime.” Now, that was a challenge Angie looked forward to. And while the boyish grin on his face suggested that he was teasing, for a moment, for a heartbeat, she’d suspected that he’d been a wee bit serious.

      And if they were ever to lay their secrets out on the table, she’d have to admit that she wouldn’t mind dancing with him, holding him close, swaying to the slow beat of a country love song, her body pressed to his...

      “Seriously, though,” he said, drawing her back to reality, “if I wanted a beer, they’d serve me one in here. But I have enough on my plate without having to worry about dancing and courting the ladies, too.”

      “I hear you.” And she did—loud and clear. He’d said it twice now, which was just as well. Really, it was. “I’m not looking for love, either—although my mother seems to think I should be.”

      “Doris is really hard on you. Why is that?”

      “Because she’s lost all hope of me making a financial success of my life. So if I can’t be the money-making ballbuster she envisions, the least I can do is marry one.”

      “Well, then, Doris can rest assured that you’ll be safe from me. I’m definitely not raking in the dough.”

      Safe from him? Toby couldn’t be more obvious if he was wearing a blinking neon sign. She wanted to say, Okay, I get it. You’re not interested in me.

      But she supposed it wasn’t necessary. Neither one of them was in any position to enter into a romantic relationship right now—with anyone.

      “I wouldn’t let your mother drag you down,” Toby said. “You seem like a happy person. So whatever you’re doing must be working for you.”

      Well, not exactly. While she wasn’t miserable, she’d be a lot happier if she had a full-time job—or at least some direction.

      “I’m doing just fine,” she said.

      Before Toby could respond, Kylie ran up to the table. “Brian won’t let me have a turn driving the race car. He said it’s ’cause I’m a girl. And ’cause my feet won’t reach the pedals. But they will if he lets me sit on his lap.”

      “I have an idea,” Angie said, as she slid out from behind the booth. “I’m going to show you how to play a better game. One that you can play all by yourself.”

      “You’re coming in pretty handy,” Toby said.

      Angie laughed. “I’m just paying for my supper.”

      “At this rate, I’m going to owe you breakfast, too.”

      For a moment, just like the comment about dancing together had done, the overnight innuendo hung in the air. And while they both might have laughed it off, there’d been a brief moment when their gazes had met, a beat when she suspected that neither of them had taken the promise of an early-morning breakfast lightly.

      * * *

      Toby hoped the waitress brought their food soon. Not only was he hungry, but he was down to his last few quarters and wasn’t about to ask for any more change than he had already. Since taking in the kids six months ago, his coin contributions alone could go a long way in refurbishing some of those old games and buying a new one.

      He took a sip of his milk shake and watched the kids and Angie return to the table—out of quarters again, no doubt.

      “You’re pretty good at Ms. Pac-Man,” Brian told Angie, as she slipped back into the booth.

      “Thanks.” She winked at Toby. “I used to be a lot better, but I’m getting rusty in my old age.”

      “You aren’t that old,” Justin said, taking her far more seriously than she’d intended. “Maybe if you came here to practice more often, you’d be supergood again.”

      Angie laughed. “I’m afraid my days of playing in the arcade are over.”

      “That’s too bad,” Justin said. “I’ll bet you could hold the world record.”

      “I’ll have to remind my mother that I actually have some talent the next time she worries about my future prospects.”

      “Here you go,” Toby said, as he rationed out a few more of the coveted coins to the kids.

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