Snow Day. Barbara Dunlop

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СКАЧАТЬ nary a word from Delaney. Then he’d suffered through watching her lead the kids in a fun but energy-burning morning exercise. It had been torture, watching her bounce and shimmy, but it would be worth the physical suffering if the kids napped later.

      Brody was nodding off himself, his head against the hard gym wall, when Sandy nudged him with her foot. He took Noah and, after nestling him in one arm, used his free hand to help guide his sister into a sitting position.

      “I turned my phone on for a few minutes and I had a voice mail from Mike.”

      Her voice had a serious undertone that immediately concerned him. “He’s okay, right? Did he go off the road?”

      “No, he’s fine. But I had asked him to stop by and check on my parents—our parents, I mean—and their power went out Sunday night shortly after ours did. Ma had the burners on the stove lit, trying to stay warm.”

      “They’ve been without heat for two nights?”

      “Yeah, but you know how Dad is. He can’t smoke in here, so he didn’t want to come.”

      Brody shook his head, not surprised by their stubbornness, no matter how stupid it was to use your gas cookstove for heat. “I hope Mike gave them a stern lecture.”

      “He did. He also made them pack a bag and they’re on their way here. I just missed his call, so they should be here any minute.”

      Great. His parents were just what this involuntary group reunion was missing. Though seeing them here was better than having to step foot in the house he’d grown up in. “I’m surprised he got them to leave. They can be pretty stubborn.”

      “He said he told them I was having a hard time here because he couldn’t be with me and Noah.” She paused to smile. “And he told Ma you were stuck here and couldn’t get away.”

      “Smart guy.” He paused, debating on how best to phrase his next question. “Did he tell her anything else?”

      “You mean that you got caught making out in the janitor’s closet with Delaney Westcott?”

      His sister wasn’t known for being subtle. “We were not making out.”

      “Not what I heard.”

      “We weren’t.” He cleared his throat. “I kissed her, though. Just a kiss.”

      “Just a kiss because that’s all there was to it, or just a kiss because Alice walked in on you before it was more than just a kiss?”

      “Leave it alone, San.”

      “I’ve known you my whole life, so I know you can be an idiot sometimes. I didn’t know you had a mean streak, though.”

      That pissed him off, but he forced himself to stay relaxed. He’d figured out pretty quickly babies were sensitive to the emotions of the people holding them. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? I didn’t force the kiss on her. Trust me.”

      “You’re playing with her emotions and that makes you a jerk.”

      “Is that just your opinion or did the fine people of Tucker’s Point discuss it and come to a consensus?”

      “Except for a few incurable romantics who think you came back to sweep Delaney off her feet and carry her into the sunset, it’s pretty much a consensus.”

      “Great.” He shouldn’t care what a bunch of people he hadn’t seen in years and wouldn’t see again in the near future thought of him, but it stung a little. Why did going out in the world and making something of himself make him a bad guy? And he wasn’t the first guy to break things off with a girl, either.

      Brody wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he was so relieved to see his parents enter the gym he wanted to let out a cheer. The conversation with Sandy was over. He didn’t like having his relationship with Delaney poked at and prodded. He didn’t know what was going on himself, so he couldn’t very well explain it to anybody else.

      After Sandy stood up, she took Noah, freeing him to stand. His butt hurt from sitting on the hard floor, but there were only so many places to sit and the women and older men had dibs by right. The floor was actually more comfortable than trying to sit on one of the cots, but it didn’t make getting up any easier.

      His mom met him halfway across the gym and Brody hugged her so tightly, he lifted her right off the floor. “It’s good to see you, Ma.”

      “Let me look at you.” She took a step back and cupped his face in her hands to get a good look. “I swear, you get more handsome every time I see you.”

      “With a mother as beautiful as you, it’s inevitable.”

      She laughed and swatted his arm. “Go say hello to your father.”

      He hugged his dad, though the embrace was brief and he left the old man’s feet on the floor. “Looking good, Pop.”

      “You, too, son. Glad you were here to take care of your sister and little Noah.”

      “Sandy would have been fine, but I’m glad I was here, too. And, trust me, if I’d known you had no heat, I would have gone after you and Mom, too.”

      John Rollins scoffed. “We were fine.”

      “That’s why mom was warming herself over a stove burner?”

      “Now you sound like your brother-in-law. I swear, you two nag like a bunch of women.”

      “Hey,” his wife and daughter said at the same time.

      Brody laughed and took their bags. “I guess we should get you two some cots. Squeeze them over by ours.”

      “Delaney said she’d get them,” his mother said, and he saw the speculative gleam in her eye.

      Damn. A growing audience to whatever—if anything—was going on between him and Delaney wasn’t helping matters any. “That’s good. Once you warm up, you’re probably going to sleep for hours.”

      As if on cue, his mom yawned. “I gotta smooch on my grandson for a little while first.”

      Another entry in the why babies were good column. They were excellent distractions when you needed to change the subject. “He’ll be glad to have another familiar body to cuddle with. He’s been passed around a lot.”

      “I hope he doesn’t get sick.” She took Noah from Sandy, fussing over him as he waved a tiny fist at her.

      “Brody’s been doing his best to keep that from happening,” Sandy said, her voice light with amusement. “You should see him in his rubber gloves, scrubbing things down with bleach water. It’s really cute.”

      His dad gave him a skeptical look. “Rubber gloves?”

      “There’s not a lot of call for splitting wood, changing motor oil or other manly endeavors, Pop. I help where I can.”

      “Women love a man who’s not afraid to do a little housework,” his mother added, giving him a knowing look.

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