cheek. “I love you, Daddy—Mama, you, too…”
Heck beamed up at her. “Now, that there’s exactly what we like to hear.”
Lori told Brody the plan the next morning at the breakfast table.
“All summer?” Brody frowned and scooped up another spoonful of Cheerios. They were alone in the Billingsworth kitchen. Heck had headed for his dealership and Enid was grocery shopping.
Lori set down her coffee cup and smiled her brightest smile. “Until the end of August. Two whole months, almost, at the Double T. You can ride that pony every day, and swim. And eat lots of barbecue. And then there’s Fargo. Tucker and I know how you feel about Fargo…”
Brody chewed and swallowed. “But I told Dustin and Adam that we’d be home next week.” The two boys, Brody’s best friends, lived down the street from them in San Antonio.
“You can call your friends and tell them you’re staying here for the summer, after all, but that you’ll be back as soon as school starts.”
Brody wasn’t going for it. “Mom. We were gonna build a tree fort in Dustin’s backyard. I bet they’ve already started on it. And I’d miss soccer camp—and what about soccer practice? That starts at the beginning of August. And what about Disneyland? You said we could probably go to Disneyland, in July…”
Somehow, she hadn’t expected all these objections. She saw now that she should have come at this a little better prepared.
She thought of Tucker’s angry eyes, thought of what he’d have to say to her if she blew this, if she had to lay down the law and drag her son out to the ranch, sulking and surly the whole way. Since Tucker didn’t trust her, he’d assume that somehow she’d poisoned Brody against the idea of a summer at the Double T. Good gravy, life got difficult when the father of your son had you branded as a liar.
And wait a minute…
She shouldn’t be so negative. She should remember that her son was a reasonable kid and they could work this out between them. She reminded him, “I thought you liked it at Tucker’s.”
“I do. I like it a lot. And I’ve been a little sad, to think I won’t see Fargo anymore.” He blinked and added hastily, “And Tucker, too. I really like Tucker—but a tree house, Mom. And Disneyland.”
Shamelessly, she bargained, “You could build a tree house out at the ranch. And have the new friends you’ve made here at Gramma’s out to visit whenever you wanted. I know they have soccer camp around here somewhere, too. We can arrange for you to go to that. And I don’t see why we can’t still go to Disneyland—” with Tucker, she reminded herself “—and Tucker might even want to go, too.”
More chomping of Cheerios. Then, “I’d still miss the beginning of soccer practice, though…”
He sounded less resistant. Didn’t he? She sipped from her coffee and answered him frankly, “Yes. I’m afraid you would miss a practice or two.” She sipped some more, giving him time to think it over a little.
He slanted her a glance, looking so much like his father that he took her breath away. “Maybe I could invite Dustin and Adam to come visit me out at the Double T.”
She gave him a slow smile. “You know. I’ll bet that could be arranged. We’d have to talk it over with Tucker, though.”
“Oh. Yeah. I mean, it is his house.”
“Exactly.”
Another bite of Cheerios. And then another. And finally, “Okay, Mom. Let’s do it.”
Relief poured through her. “Great.”
He pointed his spoon at her. “Don’t even think about it.”
She sat back, widened her eyes. “What?”
“Rubbing my head and telling me you love me.”
Busted. “But I do love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, but don’t get all gooey, ‘kay?”
“‘Kay.”
“And Mom?”
“Hmm?”
“Is Tucker, like, your boyfriend or something?”
She almost choked on her coffee. “Why do you ask?”
“Your face is red—well, except for the part that’s all black and blue.”
“You better watch it. I might just have to ruffle your hair, after all.”
“That means you’re not going to answer me, right?”
She drank more coffee.
He grunted. “You’re not. And that prob’ly means he is your boyfriend. Right?” As she tried to compose an acceptable reply, one that would be honest and yet still not reveal the central truth that was Tucker’s to tell him, he barreled right on, “Mom. It’s okay if you have a boyfriend. I loved Dad and you loved Dad. A lot. But now Dad’s in heaven and you’re a widow and widows are allowed to have boyfriends. Especially the kind of boyfriend that gets along with their kids.”
“You mean…a boyfriend like Tucker?”
Brody nodded. “And you know what? I think I need another bowl of Cheerios.”
Lori set down the bottle of bug repellent after giving herself several protective squirts. Then she pulled another chair over, put her bare feet up on it and leaned back. She looked up at the stars and sighed.
It was nice, out by the pool. A slight breeze cooled her cheeks and a chorus of crickets trilled out their endless song and she could hear the water, softly lapping against the sides of the pool. Lightning bugs winked on and off across the lawn, tiny living lanterns in the darkness.
“So we’re going to Disneyland next month.” His voice came from behind her. It wasn’t the warm, seductive voice she remembered from that other night, when they sat out here together and watched Brody and Fargo rolling around on the grass.
But it wasn’t dangerous and hateful, either.
At least not too dangerous…
She decided to consider his tone a step in the right direction and sent a backward glance at his tall, broad-shouldered form. He stood at the edge of the brick path that led over from the South Wing.
“Have a seat,” she suggested and lifted a hand toward the chair beside her.
Then she leaned back and shut her eyes to let him know that it wasn’t a big thing to her, either way. He could stay, or he could turn and head back the way he had come. She’d be perfectly content, alone in the darkness with the cricket songs and the gold flashes of the lightning bugs.
Then again…
There was that tiny flicker, the thing called hope, bravely rising within her. Her heart was beating
