dawg.
“Hey,” he said, poking Crockett, who looked about as happy as any man in a nonconjugal, reclined position could be. “Wake up.”
“Don’ wanna,” Crockett said. “I’m between two women. Life is good.”
“They’re just sleeping,” Navarro said. “And you’re barely touching them.”
“The future holds the key,” Crockett said sleepily. “One hates to second-guess surprise and random good luck. Besides, they counterbalance the bed perfectly. Go away.”
Navarro decided the handiwork they’d put into sawing and remounting the slats must have worked if it held three bodies comfortably. Three and a half.
“When are we leaving?” he asked. “I’m getting twitchy.” Super-twitchy, watching his brother snooze so happily next to Nina. Though for the life of him, he wasn’t sure why he should care.
Because when she kissed me, she lit my fire.
“I’m in no hurry,” Crockett said. “Go on before you wake up my girls.”
“Whatever. Call the cell when we decide on the next course of action.”
He started to leave the room. Nina popped up. “I’ll go with you,” she said. “I’m hungry.”
“That’s better,” he said happily.
“Not for me,” Crockett complained. “Get out before you wake the other one. She needs her rest.”
Nina hesitated, wondering if she should leave her sister alone in bed with a stranger. A Jefferson. Her reputation might suffer.
“Crap,” Crockett said, easing up from the bed. “I knew it was too good to be true. I’ll sit over here by the window. Leave the door open so we can air out and keep our reputations unscathed.”
“Thanks, Crockett,” Nina said gratefully.
“No prob. I’m gonna grab a quick beer out of the fridge before I take up duty. Marvella said to help myself.”
“That’s sort of scary,” Navarro said. “But we won’t think about that right now. Just one beer, okay? And I’ll bring you and Sleeping Beauty a snack. Or call if she wakes up soon, and we’ll come by and pick you up. We need to make plans for the future.”
Crockett touched Valentine’s toes on his way past the bed. She didn’t move. “Out like a light,” he said. “Can’t get into any mischief when you’re lying in bed.”
“You can in that bed,” Navarro said. “Don’t even get me started on that.”
“You’re just mad ’cause you didn’t get a turn at snuggling.”
Navarro watched Nina’s roundly plump posterior move down the hall in front of him. “They say that twins can read each other’s minds. Do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Shut the hell up?”
“Exactly,” Navarro said.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT to eat?” Navarro asked Nina once they were outside.
“We can walk to the cafeteria, or we can eat spaghetti in Marvella’s kitchen. Those are the choices,” she told him. “Actually, I’m not as hungry as I thought I was.”
“Check it out,” Navarro said. “There’s Marvella’s sister, Delilah.”
“And Marvella.” Nina watched the two women see each other on opposite sidewalks then ignore each other and turn to go into their separate salons. “Ouch,” she said. “I never want that to happen to me and Valentine. I want us to always be friends.”
“Something went very wrong there. I don’t think they’re ever going to make up.” Navarro pulled her away from the street so they could walk down the sidewalk. “You know, one thing worries me about your sister. Maybe she has a rescue-me syndrome going on.”
Nina stopped. “What are you talking about?”
“She doesn’t have your goals or your drive. She’s content to have people take care of her.”
“That doesn’t make her a bad person,” Nina said. “Just young and somewhat immature. And maybe it’s not altogether weird, when you consider that our parents died when she was young.”
“How come you’re so different?”
“Because I had to be. And then because I wanted to be. I was the eldest. It’s just different.”
“Don’t blow a geyser here, but what if Valentine got pregnant just so that someone—Last, at that moment—would have to take care of her?”
The same thought had occurred to Nina, but she didn’t appreciate Navarro broaching it. “Then we’d have to accept that about her. I’m not saying she’s perfect, Navarro.”
“No one is.” They rounded a corner on the way to the cafeteria. “It just worries me, is all. Now that she’s going to have to be the protector, instead of the protected.”
“What are you saying? That my sister won’t make a good mother?”
“No, I’m not saying that. It’s just sort of a feeling I have. Sort of a ‘hey, grow up and think things through’ feeling.”
“What do you want her to do, Navarro?”
“Mainly take care of herself and the baby. But I’d also like to see her take more initiative with her life. Did you notice how quickly she gave up the lawsuit? That was a lot of money she was pressing us for.”
“Yes, but she said it was Marvella’s idea.”
“And how do you think Marvella’s going to react when she finds out the lawsuit is off? Especially if she was trying to squeeze my family for money by manipulating Valentine? And isn’t it funny how nice Marvella’s been to us since we got here. ‘Have a beer…make yourself at home…ride in the rodeo for me—”’
“Apparently that’s Marvella’s game. Be very nice and get what you want.” Nina looked at Navarro’s broad shoulders and then his chest, self-consciously enjoying the view. He was a very handsome man, even if he wasn’t making sense.
Navarro sighed. “She didn’t expect Valentine to tell us that she was behind the lawsuit. Which follows, because I don’t think Valentine could have come up with the idea by herself, and for such a heinous amount to boot. We thought we were going to have to sell the ranch. Or part of it, anyway.”
“What if Marvella doesn’t let Valentine terminate the lawsuit?” Nina asked, feeling somewhat ill.
“She can’t stop her, but I am thinking Marvella will be plenty unhappy. That was so much money, there’s no way she’s not going to feel cheated.” Navarro looked thoughtful. “We need a good plan. Unfortunately, I can’t plan and look at your mouth. It makes me crazy.”
“Does it really?”
