The Last Single Maverick. Christine Rimmer

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СКАЧАТЬ his dinner. His plate was piled high with ribs, corn on the cob, coleslaw and steak fries. The food was terrific. Almost worth the constant grief he was getting from his family—about work, about his nonexistent love life, about everything.

      Across the table, Shandie Traub, his cousin Dax’s wife, said, “Jason, here’s someone I want you to meet.” The someone in question stood directly behind Shandie. She had baby-fine blond hair and blue eyes and she was smiling at him shyly. Shandie introduced her. “My second cousin, Belinda McKelly. Belinda’s from Sioux Falls.”

      “Hi, Jason.” Belinda colored prettily. She had to practically shout to be heard over the din. “I’m so pleased to meet you.” She bent closer and stuck her hand out at him.

      Jace swiped a wet wipe over his fingers, reached across the table and gave her offered hand a shake. She seemed sweet actually. But one look in those baby blues of hers told him way more than he needed to know: Belinda wanted a husband. As soon as she let go, he grabbed an ear of corn and started gnawing on it, his gaze focused hard on his plate. When he dared to glance up again, she was gone.

      Shandie gave him a look that skimmed real close to pissed off. “Honestly, Jace, you could make a little effort. It’s not like it would kill you.”

      “Sorry,” he said, even though he didn’t feel sorry in the least. He only felt relieved not to have to make small talk with sweet Belinda McKelly.

      To his right, the large elderly woman Ethan had spoken to a few moments before said warmly, “Such a lovely young girl.” The old lady’s warm tone turned cool as she spoke directly to Jason. “But I can see you’re not interested.” He kept working away at his ear of corn in hopes that the large old lady would turn and talk to the smaller old lady on her other side. No such luck. “I’m Melba Landry,” she said, “Lizzie’s great-aunt.” Lizzie was Ethan’s wife.

      Resigned, Jason gave the woman a nod. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am. I’m Jason Traub, Lizzie’s brother-in-law.”

      “I know very well who you are, young man.” Aunt Melba looked down her imposing nose at him. “I was married to Lizzie’s great-uncle Oliver for more than fifty years. Oliver, rest his soul, passed on last October. The Lord never saw fit to bless us with children of our own. I moved to Thunder Canyon just this past April. It’s so nice to be near Lizzie. Family is everything, don’t you think, Jason?”

      “Yes, ma’am. Everything.” To his left, he was vaguely aware that the second cousin sitting there had risen. Someone else slipped into the empty spot.

      And Aunt Melba wasn’t through with him yet. “Jason, you know that we’re all concerned about you.”

      “Kind of seems that way, yes.” He got busy on his second ear of corn, still hoping that putting all his attention on the food would get rid of her. It had worked with Belinda.

      But Aunt Melba was not about to give up. “I understand you’re having some kind of life crisis.”

      He swallowed. The wad of corn went down hard. He grabbed his water glass and knocked back a giant gulp. “Life crisis? No, ma’am. I’m not.”

      “Please call me Melba—and there’s no point in lying about it. I’m seventy-six years old, young man. I know a man in crisis when I see one.”

      “No, ma’am,” he said again. “I mean that. There’s no crisis.” By then, he was starting to feel a little like Judas at the last supper. If he just kept denying, maybe she would go away.

      “I asked you to call me Melba,” she corrected a second time, more sternly.

      “Sorry, Melba. But I mean it. I’m not having a crisis. I am doing just fine. And really, I—”

      “There’s a lovely church here in town that I’ve been attending. Everyone is so friendly. I felt at home there from the first. And so will you, Jason.”

      “Uh…”

      “Tomorrow. Join us. The Thunder Canyon Community Church. North Main at Cedar Street. Come to the service at ten. I’ll be watching for you. There is no problem in this wide world that a little time with the Lord can’t resolve.”

      “Well, Melba, thank you for the invitation. I’ll, um, try to be there.”

      “Get involved, young man,” Melba instructed with an enthusiastic nod of her imposing double chin. “That’s the first step. Stop sitting on the sidelines of life.” She opened her mouth to say more, but the white-haired lady on her other side touched her arm and spoke to her. Melba turned to answer.

      Jace held his breath. And luck was with him. Melba and the other old lady had struck up a conversation.

      He was just starting to feel relieved when a hand closed on his left thigh and a sultry voice spoke in his ear. “Jace, aren’t you even going to say hi?”

      He smelled musky perfume and turned his head slowly to meet a pair of glittering green eyes. “Hi.”

      The woman was not any member of his extended family that he knew of. She had jet-black hair and wore a painted-on red tank top. “Oh, you’re kidding me.” She laughed. “You don’t remember? Last summer? Your brother Corey’s bachelor party at the Hitching Post?” The Hitching Post was a landmark restaurant and bar in town.

      “I, uh…”

      “Theresa,” the woman said. “Theresa Duvall.”

      “Hey.” He tried on a smile. He remembered her now—vaguely anyway. For Jace, the weekend of Corey’s bachelor party and wedding had been mostly of the “lost” variety. His twin, Jackson, had still been single then. The two of them had partied straight through for three days. There had been serious drinking. Way too much drinking. And the night of the bachelor party, he’d gone home with Theresa, hadn’t he? Somehow, that had seemed like a good idea at the time. “So, Theresa,” he said, “how’ve you been?”

      Her hand glided a little higher on his thigh. “I have been fine, Jace. Just fine. And it is so good to see you,” she cooed. “I had such a great time with you.” Theresa, as he recalled, was not the least interested in settling down. In fact, the look on her face told him exactly what she was interested in: another night like that one last summer.

      He had to get out of there. He grabbed another wipe, swabbed off his greasy fingers and then gently removed Theresa’s wandering hand from his thigh. “Excuse me, Theresa.”

      “Oh, now,” she coaxed in a breathy whisper, “don’t run off.”

      “Men’s room?” He put a question mark after it, even though he knew perfectly well where the restrooms were.

      Theresa pointed. “Over there.” She gave him a low-eyed, smoldering glance as he pushed his chair out and rose. “Hurry back,” she instructed, licking her lips.

      It wasn’t easy, but he forced himself not to take off at a run. He ambled away casually, waving and nodding to friends and family as he headed for the restrooms—only detouring sharply for the exit as soon as he was no longer in Theresa’s line of sight. A moment later, he ducked out of the Rib Shack altogether and into the giant, five-story clubhouse lobby of the resort.

      Now what?

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