The Judge. Jan Hudson

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ at the café across the street.”

      “I can’t imagine why she would have said that. I had breakfast there this morning with my brother. You’d better get that,” he said, pointing to her ringing purse.

      Not taking her eyes from his face, she grabbed the phone, said, “I’ll call you back,” and crammed it back into her bag. “Maybe it was your father they were talking about. Do you have the same name?”

      “Nope. My father’s name is John Wesley Hardin Outlaw, Wes for short.”

      “Outlaw? Then…how…Aren’t you the JP?”

      A slow smile spread over his face. “You thought I was Horace? No, I’m Frank Outlaw.” He stuck out his hand.

      Bedarned if she didn’t feel herself blush as she took his hand. “Carrie Campbell. Sorry that…” She forgot what she was about to say. He had a million-dollar smile. And a kind of charisma that radiated from him and enveloped her in its magnetism.

      “Have you had lunch?” he asked.

      She shook her head.

      “I was on my way to eat during the noon recess. Why don’t you join me, and I’ll explain about Horace.”

      “At the City Grill?”

      “I’m not too keen on their special today. I’d planned on the Twilight Tearoom. It’s not too far.”

      “I know,” Carrie responded. “I’m staying at the motel.”

      “Of course you are. I remember that Maureen mentioned that.”

      She drew a blank. “Maureen?”

      “The clerk at the JP office.”

      “Oh, yes. I…uh…need to drop by my room for a minute. Why don’t I meet you there?” She suddenly realized that he was still holding her hand, and she withdrew it quickly and started for the stairs.

      “Where are you parked?” he asked as they descended.

      “By the south entrance.”

      “And I’m by the north. I’ll go ahead and get a table before they’re all gone.”

      “Is the Tearoom a popular place?”

      “Very. They have the best food in town.”

      At the foot of the stairs Carrie’s cell phone rang again. “Excuse me,” she said. “I suppose I should take this.”

      He waved and turned down a hall while she answered. It was her uncle Tuck.

      “How are things going in the boonies?”

      “Going fine. I’m at the courthouse now. I’ve just stopped for lunch.” She continued out the door while she talked.

      He asked for some figures from another job, and she promised to e-mail them to him that afternoon.

      “Carrie, play this one extra close to your vest. I ran into Wyatt Hearn at the Petroleum Club last night, and he was sniffing around too close for comfort. I’d hate for him to get wind of things and steal this out from under us. You haven’t seen any of his boys around town have you?”

      Wyatt Hearn was another independent oilman and a bitter rival of her uncle. “Nope. I haven’t seen anybody. I’ll keep an eye out. Think I should dye my hair and wear a fake nose?”

      Uncle Tuck hooted with laughter. “I don’t think you have to go that far, darlin’. Just don’t let on to anybody why you’re there until you’re ready to get their names on the dotted line.”

      “Gotcha. I’ll report in at the end of the week.”

      At her car, she tossed her bag and her briefcase onto the seat and climbed in. If she hurried she’d have time to freshen up a bit before lunch. It wasn’t often these days that she got to have lunch with a good-looking guy.

      Remember that he’s married, she told herself.

      She sighed. For a few minutes she’d forgotten. Wouldn’t you know—the first guy who turned her on in ages, and he was taken. Just as well, she told herself. She had work to do and didn’t need the distraction.

      AS HE DROVE to the tearoom, Frank felt as nervous as a kid on his first date. But it wasn’t a date, he told himself. It was a simple shared meal. Still, he wondered why in the world he had opened his big mouth and invited her to the tearoom of all places. His brother was bound to be there—along with some of the biggest gossips in Naconiche. His mother and half the town would know that he was eating with a beautiful woman before they finished dessert.

      God, what a mess he’d gotten himself into—and all because of an innocent invitation. He didn’t like what everybody would be thinking, but one look into those incredible eyes of hers had short-circuited his brain.

      He made it to the tearoom just in time to get the last available table. Unfortunately it was in the middle of the room. He sat facing the door so that he could see when Carrie arrived.

      “I’ll have iced tea for now,” he told the young waitress. “Make that two teas. I’m waiting on somebody. It should be just a couple of minutes.” He turned to study the menu on the chalkboard over the bar.

      “Hey, big brother,” a familiar voice said as a chair scraped the floor.

      Damn. It was J.J. “What are you doing here?”

      J.J. chuckled as he sat down. “What am I doing here? Hell, I eat lunch here almost every day. Half of the time with you. What do you think I’m doing here? Hey, Lori,” he said to the waitress who served the tea along with a basket of bread. “I’ll have the chicken spaghetti special. What are you having, Frank?”

      “I haven’t ordered yet.”

      “Why not?” J.J. picked up one of the tea glasses and took a big swig.

      “I’m…waiting on someone. Lori, would you bring another tea?”

      “Sure thing, Judge. Be right back.”

      J.J. frowned and set down the glass he held. “Whoops, have I stepped in a cow patty? Do I need to move?”

      “No, no. Stay where you are. It’s just somebody I ran into at the courthouse.” Carrie came through the door just then, and Frank stood to get her attention.

      She smiled and walked to the table. If she was surprised to see J.J. sitting there, she didn’t let on. J.J. was the one who looked surprised. Frank quickly introduced the two of them and, feeling awkward as the devil, helped seat her.

      “A sheriff and a judge named Outlaw,” Carrie said. “That is strange.”

      “We’ve taken some ribbing from time to time,” J.J. said, “especially since my whole name is Jesse James Outlaw.”

      “And mine is Frank James Outlaw,” Frank said to her. To J.J.. he said, “I met СКАЧАТЬ