rolled her eyes. “I know, I know.”
Teresa joined the hug. “But you survived, and you always will. After all, you have us,” Teresa reminded her. “Come on, eat your dinner before it gets cold. It’s a new recipe.”
Tommie took a bite and praised her youngest sister’s cooking. “This chicken is the best, Teresa. You’re such a good cook.”
“Thank you,” Teresa said with a mock bow. “You haven’t said how your day went,” she reminded Tommie.
“I think I met The One.”
That simple remark got her sisters’ attention.
“Who?” Tabitha demanded at the same time as Teresa asked, “Really?”
“Yes, I think so. He’s…oh, he’s wonderfully handsome.”
“But that’s not what’s important,” Teresa reminded her sister.
Tommie lifted her chin and added, “He’s also bright, ambitious and kind.”
“Who is he?” Tabitha asked.
“Do you remember I told you Isabel was giving me this corporation move? Well, he’s the president.”
“How old is he?” Teresa asked, looking worried.
“He didn’t say, but he didn’t look much older than thirty. He’s taking me to breakfast in the morning.”
“But isn’t that the company from Boston? I don’t think you should marry a Yankee,” Tabitha said.
“Roger was from Texas, wasn’t he? Geographic locations don’t mean that much. Besides, Pete was born and raised here. And his mother and brother still live here.”
“Ah! He has a brother. Only one?” Tabitha asked.
“That’s all he mentioned, and he didn’t tell me his brother’s age, either.”
“Tell us about him,” Teresa urged.
Tommie put down her fork, a dreamy look on her face. “He’s tall, and he has laughing hazel eyes. He’s a take-charge kind of guy, but not rigid.”
“How much time did you spend with him?” Teresa asked.
“Five minutes.”
“And you got all of that in five minutes?” Tabitha asked.
“I’m a good judge of character,” Tommie assured her sister. “Remember Roger?”
“I’m sick and tired of hearing about Roger. He’s long gone and I’m not crying any tears.”
“Not now,” Tommie said with sarcasm, because hers had been the shoulder her sister had cried on.
“Just make sure you’re not crying over this new guy!” Tabitha retorted.
“Not going to happen. I’m not about to let some guy ruin my life. I’ve got plans.”
“Oh, dear,” Teresa muttered.
“What do you mean by that?” Tommie instantly demanded.
“I think she’s saying, ‘Pride goeth before a fall,’” Tabitha said calmly.
“No, I—” Teresa began, but Tommie didn’t let her finish.
“I’m not proud. Just self-assured.”
“Did anyone talk to Mom today?” Teresa asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
“I did,” Tabitha said. “She said she was a little upset because she’d expected you to come see her since school was out.”
“What about you, Tab? School was out for you, too,” Tommie pointed out.
“Yes, but I was busy making my video. She understood that. She thinks I’m going to be wildly successful.” Tabitha lifted her chin in a challenge to her big sister.
“I don’t doubt it, Tabitha,” Tommie said gently.
“Me neither,” added the other triplet.
Tears pooled in Tabitha’s blue eyes, the same blue as her sisters’ eyes. She reached for their hands. “You two are the best sisters in the world.”
Tommie picked up Pete Schofield at nine o’clock, as he’d requested, and they drove to La Madeleine, a French bakery that served breakfast.
“I wouldn’t have picked you for a French-bakery type,” Tommie told him after they got their food and were seated.
He grinned. “It’s hard to find something that wouldn’t be improved with a croissant.”
“That’s true.”
“So, do you know my mother?”
Tommie sat back in her chair, surprise on her face. “What? How would I know your mother?”
“She’s lived in Fort Worth all her life. I just thought you might know her.”
“Sorry. I didn’t grow up in this part of town.” It was too upscale from what she’d had as a child. “You may not have noticed, but Fort Worth is a big city now.”
Pete watched her, but she showed no signs of lying. He changed the subject. “How did you get started in real estate?”
Tommie shrugged her shoulders. “My mother insisted I get a teaching certificate so I’d always have a job, but it didn’t take long after I graduated to figure out that teaching wasn’t for me.”
“Why?”
“I was trying to teach English to thirty students at a time, five times a day. They didn’t want to be there and they let me know it.”
“It doesn’t sound like enjoyable work.”
“It wasn’t. But since I loved houses, I decided to try selling them. I got my license at night and found a job with Isabel’s company as soon as school was out. And I’ve been there ever since.”
“Have you lined up some places for me to look at today?”
“Yes, I have. I made the assumption that you would prefer a condominium rather than a house since you aren’t married and don’t have children. There are some very—”
“You’re wrong,” he said calmly.
“You are married?” Tommie asked, her eyes wide. She attributed the sudden pain in her stomach to indigestion, not regret.
“No, I’m not married yet, but I hope to be soon. I want a large family, a house where we can entertain. No condos for me. I had one in Boston, and while it was beautiful, I’m tired of
