jumping out of his seat seven times during that movie in science class. He also had eight cavities at his last dentist appointment.”
As the kids dug into their cupcakes, Toby followed Angie behind the bakery display case and lowered his voice. “How did you know that about Mike Waddell?”
“We live in a small town, Toby. People talk. Especially Brian’s teacher, Mrs. Dawson, and Wendy Cummings, the dental hygienist.” Angie glanced at the plastic bag he still held. “What’s that?”
“The clothes you left in my bathroom.” He handed them to her.
She flushed, then scanned the area as if they were making a drug deal and she didn’t want to get caught. Then she stashed the bag in one of the drawers near the cash register.
Was she embarrassed? Whatever for? It wasn’t as though she’d spent the night at the ranch and left her panties behind, although the thought of her doing that made him smile.
She lowered her voice. “And that’s another thing people have been talking about and why I’m really back here in bakery and not out in front.”
Because people thought she and Toby were...sleeping together?
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“Several people who came through the checkout line asked me about the incident at the pool. They’d heard from a neighbor, who’d heard from a cousin, who... Well, you know how small towns are.”
Yes, he did. And there wasn’t much he could do to stop a rumor like that from getting out. But heck, if he was going to be the subject of gossip, it was too bad he couldn’t have had a night to remember it by.
“Finally, around ten this morning, I asked Mrs. Tierney if she could man the cash register for a while,” Angie said. “And so she let me work back here instead.”
“All because of a little misunderstanding?” Toby shook his head. “That reminds me, though. How is Mr. Murdock?”
“He was here this morning, having coffee and holding court. He gave everyone a firsthand account of what happened. He...uh...also mentioned to Mrs. Rhodes, who was on her way to The Cuttery for her shampoo and set, that I’ve been helping you out a lot with the kids.”
Should that be a secret? Toby wondered. Apparently Angie thought so because the pink flush on her cheeks deepened.
“Actually,” he said, “you’ve been a godsend. And I really appreciate your help more than you can imagine.”
“Even after yesterday?” she asked.
He laughed. “I told you before. I’ve had my share of bad days, too. It happens.”
Angie glanced at the kids, who’d finished their cupcakes and were now racing their frosting-coated cars along the table, then looked at Toby and smiled. “To be honest, I’ve really enjoyed helping you, too. The kids are great, and I’m actually surprised at how much I like spending time with them.”
What about their foster dad? Toby wanted to ask. Do you enjoy spending time with him, too?
But he knew better than to let things get personal, especially when he really did need another favor from her tomorrow. Besides, he’d picked up on what she’d left unsaid earlier.
If Mrs. Rhodes knew Angie was spending so much time with him and the kids, it wouldn’t be long before all the other women getting their hair done at The Cuttery would start linking him and Angie romantically.
He really didn’t mind what people said, but he didn’t think Angie would like it, especially if her mom got wind of it. Doris Edwards had been pushing Angie to find a husband. And if the eligible men in town thought she was already taken, it might ruin her chance of going out with a guy who could offer her more than a cattle ranch and three foster kids.
Although the thought of her going out on a real date with someone else reared up inside of him, throwing him to the ground like an unexpected buck from a mild-mannered horse.
Maybe, in that case, he ought to keep her unavailable for a while—until he figured out where this thing was going. Or where he wanted it to go.
“I feel bad asking you this,” he said, “but I’m in a bind. I’d ask Stacey, but she works and has her hands full with Piper.”
“I’d be glad to help,” Angie said. “What do you need me to do?”
“I have a meeting in Lubbock tomorrow afternoon, and I’m not sure when I’ll get back. Is there any chance you could pick the kids up from school and take them home?”
“I have a few things to do, but it shouldn’t be too hard to reschedule them. Let me work on that. In the meantime, don’t worry about the kids. I’ll pick them up from school. And I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get home.”
Well, what do you know?
He was back in the saddle again.
* * *
The meeting in Lubbock had gone later than Toby had expected, so he called Angie before he left town and told her to go ahead and feed the kids.
“Don’t wait for me,” he said.
“We’re having spaghetti,” she told him. “I’ll keep a plate warm for you.”
“Sounds good. Thanks.”
“Did your meeting go well?” she asked.
“It sure did. I’ve been negotiating a deal on a piece of property that backs mine, and the man who owned it had refused to sell. But he passed away last spring, and his widow doesn’t want to deal with it any longer. Her late husband thought it was a lot more valuable than it really is, so we had to agree upon a price.”
“Great. We’ll have to celebrate when you get home.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Oh,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind, but I told the kids they could have a movie night after dinner.”
“That’s fine. I’ll see you in a bit.”
When the line disconnected, he turned on the radio, letting Gladys Knight fill the cab with her soulful voice as she sang about a midnight train to Georgia.
See, all you Texas country music fans. Willie Nelson isn’t the only one who can sing about the Peach State.
The song had barely ended when his cell rang.
Toby glanced at the lit display, but didn’t recognize the area code. Still, he turned down the volume on the radio, took the call and pushed the speakerphone button. “Hello?”
“It’s Barbara Hemings, Toby.”
The kids’ aunt. He glanced in the rearview mirror, then pulled to the shoulder of the road and let the truck idle.
“Hi, Barbara.” He wanted to ask her how rehab was going, but the woman sometimes became defensive, so he let
