you?”
She gave him a halfhearted grin and Matt could feel his gut tighten at the sight of white teeth against lush pink lips. Everything about her shouted sensuality and he could only wonder what it would be like to have her in his bed, to hear her whimper with pleasure and sigh with contentment.
“You can’t know, Mr. Sanchez. Except that I told you I was here on another assignment—you’ll read about it in the newspaper. Also, I met your father. And since his speech is impeded it’s pretty obvious I wasn’t here to question him.”
He looked at her with surprise. “You met Dad?”
She nodded. “Gracia wanted to introduce me and I was glad. Your father seems like a very nice gentleman. I wished we could have visited verbally, I think we would be friends.”
No doubt. Mingo had always adored pretty women. From afar that is. As far as Matt knew his father had always been a faithful husband to his wife. But Mingo had never hidden the fact that he liked to look at the opposite sex. Well, he’d certainly gotten an eyeful with Juliet.
“My dad is a nice gentleman,” he agreed.
“Gracia is lost without him on the ranch.”
It had taken Matt months to realize just how much his daughter was devastated by Mingo’s absence on the ranch. Apparently it had only taken Juliet Madsen a few minutes to figure it out.
“I know. But there’s not much to be done. He needs a lot of personal care that we couldn’t give him at home. We thought about hiring a round-the-clock nurse for him, but one person, especially a woman, couldn’t deal with all the lifting and turning. Besides, Dad wants it this way.”
She actually looked disappointed and Mingo wondered if she really did feel compassion for his father. It certainly looked that way.
“Is there any hope that he might get better?” she asked.
He shrugged one shoulder much in the same way that Gracia had. “The doctors haven’t ruled out all hope, but they’re not very encouraging, either. We have more tests scheduled for him in Houston at the end of the month. If we’re lucky, something will come out of them.”
Juliet nodded. “I hope so. I’ll pray for him.”
Prayers, he thought bitterly. Who was this woman kidding? For several years after Erica had died, he’d prayed constantly for the rest of his family to be safe and together. In return his father was nearly killed, his strong healthy body reduced to helplessness.
“I have to go. Goodbye, Miss Madsen.”
He quickly walked away before either of them could say anything else. Inside the nursing home, he headed straight to his father’s room and found the man alone, watching a program on television.
At the sight of his eldest son, Mingo switched off the set and gave Matt a wide smile.
“Hi, Dad. Where’s Gracia?”
The man made a motion of lifting something to his mouth and drinking. Matt guessed, “Gone to get you a soda?”
Mingo nodded, then reached for the pad and pencil he always kept in a pocket on his chair. He quickly scribbled two words and handed the paper to his son.
Blond woman.
Matt looked at him. “Yes, Juliet told me that she met you.”
Mingo’s smile grew broader as his eyes gleamed with pleasure. He then pointed questioningly to his ring finger and Matt knew instantly what was on his father’s mind.
“No. She isn’t married.”
Mingo pointed at Matt, then lifted his fingers to his lips in a kissing motion.
Matt groaned. Dear God, she’d already gotten to his father, too. Where was it all going to end?
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