Lone Star Father. Marin Thomas

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СКАЧАТЬ and Jessie couldn’t have picked a better time to visit.” Sadie smiled. “The whole family will be here when Lydia and Gunner bring the baby home from the hospital.”

      Scarlett loved her cousin for acting nonchalant about the fact that her husband’s brother had returned to town unannounced and with a daughter no one had known about. Not that Sadie’s easy-going personality put Reid at ease. His gaze swung to the door, then over to the window before returning to the door. The cowboy wanted to flee.

      “Scarlett,” Sadie said, “I need you to come with me and the boys to buy party supplies for the baby’s homecoming tomorrow. I’m planning a surprise get-together for the new parents at the ranch.” Sadie nodded to Jessie. “As long as the dog doesn’t mind waiting in the van while we shop, why don’t you come with us.”

      Tyler patted Jessie’s thigh. “Will you come?”

      Jessie looked at Reid, and he said, “We don’t have any plans.”

      “Sure,” Jessie said. “I’ll go.”

      Reid’s rigid stance relaxed. He didn’t seem bothered that his daughter hadn’t wanted to spend the day with him.

      Jessie scooped Fang off the chair. “I’ll get dressed.”

      “Do you have a key card to get back into the room?” Reid opened the lobby door for her after Jessie flashed the card in his face. “Take a twenty out of my wallet on the nightstand in case you see something you want to buy for yourself or the dog.”

      Sadie sent Scarlett a curious look when Jessie left without saying a word to anyone. “Boys, have you said hello to your dad’s brother? This is your uncle Reid.”

      “I thought Uncle Gunner was Dad’s brother,” Tommy said.

      “Your father has two brothers.” Sadie smiled at Reid.

      “Nice to meet you, boys,” he said.

      “We’re five.” Tommy walked over to Reid and squinted up at him. “My dad wears a cowboy hat but his is black.”

      Scarlett hid a smile behind a pretend yawn. The boy’s forthrightness took getting used to.

      “Are you older than my dad?” Tommy asked.

      “Nope. I’m thirty-two.” He studied the twins. “I can’t tell you apart.”

      “That’s ʼcause we look alike,” Tyler said.

      Scarlett laughed. “You can tell them apart by remembering that Tommy asks a lot of questions and Tyler’s favorite hobby is reading.”

      “Do you got more kids?” Tommy asked.

      “No. Just my daughter, Jessie.”

      Tommy wrinkled his nose. “She’s a girl.”

      Reid’s mouth flirted with a smile and Scarlett was mesmerized by the twinkle in his blue eyes. “Jessie’s a girl all right.”

      “Is Fang a boy dog?” Tommy asked.

      Reid nodded.

      “Okay, enough questions.” Sadie pointed across the room. “Pick out a book and read while we wait for Jessie.”

      Tyler walked over to the refurbished post office mailbox compartments and opened one of the doors. He removed a children’s book from the slot, then climbed into a chair. Tommy sat next to his brother and listened to him read.

      “When does Virginia take over for you?” Sadie asked Scarlett.

      “Not until eight but Gunner said she usually shows up early.” Scarlett turned to Reid. “Virginia lives across the street from our aunt.”

      Sadie laughed. “She’s what Aunt Amelia calls a colorful character.”

      “Colorful is right,” Scarlett said. “Virginia is pushing sixty, but dresses like a twenty-year-old.”

      Reid reached for the door handle. “Jessie’s got my number in her cell phone if you need to get ahold of me.”

      “Before you go,” Sadie said. “I have a message for you from Logan. Your brothers would like you to meet them at the Saddle Up Saloon at noon.”

      “Sure. Where should I pick up Jessie later?”

      Sadie waved a hand. “Come out to the ranch. Jessie will enjoy helping the boys feed the petting-zoo animals.”

      “See you later then.”

      As soon as the door closed behind him, Sadie said, “He couldn’t escape fast enough.”

      Scarlett watched Reid cross the parking lot. “I’d love to be a mouse in the bar when the Hardell brothers meet later.”

      “Let’s make a list of party supplies while we wait for Virginia to arrive.”

      Scarlett retrieved a notepad and a pen from the desk drawer, eager to hear how Sadie planned to decorate for both the baby and the black sheep’s homecoming.

      * * *

      REID PARKED THE pickup behind the old Woolworth building in downtown Stampede. It was five minutes before noon and his gut was tied into a pretzel knot.

      The Hardell family reunion would be a far cry from a Hallmark movie scene. He’d be lucky if he escaped the gathering with his surname intact.

      He got out of the truck and strolled along the town’s main thoroughfare—Chuck Wagon Drive. A handful of brick buildings dated back to the late 1800s and early 1900s. The feed store had closed its doors and boarded over the windows before Reid had graduated from high school. He could barely make out the words For Sale that had been spray-painted on the side of the building decades ago.

      His gaze swung across the street. The old Amoco filling station had been converted into a farmer’s market. A pickup was parked in the lot, its truck bed piled high with produce. Next to the station sat the Corner Market. When he was a kid, his grandfather would drop him and his brothers off at the store to buy candy.

      He continued up the next block. The town looked depressed. Tired. The white bench that had always sat in front of the National Bank and Trust was missing and weeds grew through the cracks in the sidewalk near the door. On the other side of the street the shadows of the missing letters in the Bucket of Suds Coin-Operated Laundry sign remained visible against the gray cinder block.

      From the few texts he’d exchanged with his brothers over the last year he knew his grandfather was trying to sabotage Amelia’s efforts to restore the town—he just didn’t know why. He agreed with the matriarch that the place needed a face-lift. If she wanted to dump her millions into Stampede, why should his grandfather care?

      Reid put the brakes on and backpedaled to Millie’s Antiques & Resale—or what used to be the business. The old rocker that had sat in the display window for decades had been replaced with an industrial-style desk and a hanging light made from plumbing pipes and old-fashioned Edison light bulbs. Lydia’s Interior Design СКАЧАТЬ