a conspiratorial tone. “I love the woman, but I can assure you I’m highly motivated to get a place of my own.”
Tommie’s lips trembled with laughter. She understood exactly what he meant.
Pete found himself smiling the rest of the day as he thought about his Realtor. When Isabel Landon had told him his company move would be handled by Tommie Tyler, Pete had pictured a smarmy salesman and had worried about how he and his executives would work with the man.
Then the door had opened and Tommie Tyler had entered. He figured he’d be seeing the woman in his dreams. She was a beauty. And she’d done her homework. He’d looked at the areas she’d chosen, knowing any of the three would’ve been fine. He’d chosen the third because his mother and brother lived nearby.
He’d been planning to return to Texas a few years down the road, but he’d pushed up his schedule because of his mother’s health. After all, it wasn’t fair to leave his brother with all the responsibility.
But there was always a bright side. And he’d met her today. Suddenly, the idea of house hunting would be fun. With Tommie.
When he reached his mother’s rambling house, in the most upscale neighborhood in Fort Worth, his brother’s car was in the driveway. Pete felt his day was looking up even more. He’d missed Jim. They were twins, and though not identical, they shared the closeness associated with twins.
Jim had stayed at home and attended Texas Christian University, while Pete had gone away to Harvard, and he’d remained in Boston to start his business. Though over a thousand miles apart, they spoke several times a week and Pete knew every detail of his twin’s rise to partner at a small local CPA firm.
Their demanding schedules didn’t allow for much free time, but they did manage to fit in time for each other and for their mother. Last year she and Jim had visited him in Boston, and they’d recently sent their mother and her friend on the Alaska cruise she’d always spoken of. Pete considered them fortunate to afford such luxuries.
Ms. Tommie Tyler looked as if she appreciated the good things in life herself, judging by her expensive clothes, manicure and coiffed hair. But she’d also demonstrated the priceless things that made life worthwhile. A sense of humor, an active mind and delightful manners.
Pete hoped to delve even further into her personality in the coming days. So far, he’d found nothing to dislike.
He opened the front door to his mother’s house.
“Anyone home?” he called.
“Hey, bro, I heard you were back in town,” Jim said with a grin as he embraced his brother. He’d worked late the night before and hadn’t gotten to see Pete when he’d arrived.
“I’m back to stay this time. How’s everything going?”
“According to Mom, everything’s coming up daisies since her favorite is back home.” Jim rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance.
Pete laughed. “Don’t worry. Now that I’m back, I’ll soon share the guilt for all the wrongs of the world.”
“Damn, I hope so. The burden has been so heavy,” Jim teased, joining his brother in laughter.
Arm in arm, they walked into the family room where their mother sat in an oversize upholstered club chair by the window. She was focused, as always, on her knitting. Luckily for the brothers, she no longer made them things; instead, she sent her handmade articles to shelters for the needy.
Evelyn Schofield looked up. Her hair was now more gray than brown and she’d put on a few pounds, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. “Well, I am honored. My two boys here at once. How did the meeting go with Isabel, Pete?”
“Better than I expected, Mom,” Pete said with a big smile. “She turned me over to Tommie.”
“You’re excited about being turned over to Tommie?” Jim asked, frowning.
“You haven’t met Tommie. Twenty-six, blond hair, big blue eyes, gorgeous. And I’m taking her to breakfast tomorrow morning.”
“Hey, can I come along?” Jim asked eagerly, apparently having caught on to the fact that the Realtor was a woman.
“Not on your life! Find your own girl.”
“Damn, it’s good to have you back,” Jim said, hugging Pete again.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it,” his mother said, smiling at her boys. “Now, who is this Tommie?”
“Her last name is Tyler, but that’s all I know. So far.”
“Oh,” his mother said, suddenly turning her attention to her knitting once again.
“You know her?” Pete asked.
“Why, no, dear, I don’t.” She got to her feet. “I’m going to start dinner. Jim has agreed to suffer my cooking this evening, so just make yourselves comfortable.”
Jim stared after his mother.
“What?” Pete asked, knowing his brother would understand the question.
“Why would Mom lie about knowing Tommie Tyler?”
“Did she?” Pete asked.
“You’ve been gone too long, brother. She definitely knows something about the lady. Maybe she knows her mother.”
Suddenly a horrific thought struck Pete. “You don’t think…” He groaned. “This is all I need, Mom match-making. And I’m not even back twenty-four hours.”
“Why do you think she’s setting you up?”
“Think about it, Jim. She’s the one who sent me to Isabel Landon.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly.” He nodded. “Has she been trying to matchmake for you?”
Jim shrugged his shoulders. “I do seem to run into a lot of women…who coincidentally know Mom.”
“And you didn’t warn me?” Pete asked.
“Are you kidding? I wasn’t going to say anything that might make you change your mind about coming home.” Jim gave his brother a level look.
“Nothing was going to stop me from coming home now. I should’ve done it several years ago. But if the medicine I have to take is spending time with Tommie Tyler, I’ll just have to suffer through it.”
The Triple T’s, as the Tyler triplets called themselves, met for dinner at Teresa’s place. She’d promised to cook since school was out and she had plenty of free time.
Though the triplets were mirror images of each other, all with blond hair and big blue eyes, their interests were different, as well as their sense of style.
“So how was everyone’s day?” she asked as the three of them sat down at the table.
“Great!” Tabitha said with enthusiasm. She was such a high-energy
