a whoop went up from the kids, Angie cheekily smiled at her boss and the mechanic.
About that time, Laurel came out of the break room with her coffee. “Let’s go, kids.”
“I call first on talking on the headset to the people in the control tower,” Justin said.
“I get to sit in the pilot’s chair first,” Brian countered, as he followed Laurel out the door.
“Wait for me,” Kylie yelled as she tried to keep up with her brothers, who were already headed toward the hangar with Laurel.
The mechanic and Sawyer both gave Angie a look that promised they’d get even with her. But as far as Toby could see, they’d messed with Angie first.
It was nice to see that she gave back as good as she got.
“Laurel’s going to need my help,” Sawyer said.
“Mine, too.” Pete set aside the newspaper, grabbed his disposable cup and followed Sawyer outside, leaving Toby and Angie alone.
Finally.
“How do you know so much?” he asked.
“I used to watch Jeopardy! a lot with my dad when he was sick, and trivial facts tend to stick in my brain. Plus, I did a lot of internet research when I was trying to decide upon a college major.” She glanced at the clock on the wall, noting that it was four.
She straightened her desk, then shut down her computer. As she reached for her purse, she added, “Learning various oddball things is also a perk to changing jobs frequently. So I ended up knowing a little something about everything. Obviously, the flight stuff, I learned here.”
As she pushed back her chair, he couldn’t help noticing those long, tanned legs emerging from the skirt that no longer seemed too short.
“What about the drunk and disorderly?” he asked. “Is that from a job or from firsthand experience?” Please don’t let her be a party girl, he found himself thinking.
“Do I look like the drunk-and-disorderly type?” She turned back to Toby. She must have noticed his gaze on her legs, because she crossed her arms and said, “Don’t answer that.”
“Sorry.”
She didn’t seem to be actually annoyed, though, because there was a spark of humor in her voice when she added, “Before that temp agency folded, they sent me to work at Señor Paco’s Bail Bonds for a few weeks.”
That was a relief. Not that he planned to actually date her.
Or did he?
“Aren’t you going out with the kids to see the new plane?” she asked.
He’d much rather learn about Angie’s control panel than some stupid airplane’s, especially since it was four o’clock and she was leaving.
Who knew when he’d see her again, which brought out an unexpected sense of urgency, prompting him to blurt out, “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”
* * *
Dinner? At the Double H Ranch? With Toby and the kids?
The invitation had come out of the blue, and judging from the expression on Toby’s face, Angie suspected that the question had surprised him as much as it had her.
“I’m not sure what we’ll be having,” he added. “I’ll have to stop by the Superette and pick up something. But the kids need to eat tonight. And if you’re not busy...”
“Actually, I have to stop by there to pick up my paycheck anyway. Do you want me to do the shopping for you?”
“That would be great.” Toby reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and peeled out a couple of bills. “Here’s forty bucks. Pick up whatever you think the kids will like.”
Great. The choice was hers, then?
Not only had she agreed to have dinner with him and the kids, she’d also agreed to plan the menu, which meant she’d be stuck trying to decide what to cook for a hungry man and three picky children.
What had she been thinking?
At least he’d given her the money to pay for the groceries. She wasn’t sure how she would have been able to afford them if he hadn’t.
“Do you know how to get to the ranch?” he asked.
She tossed him a smile. “I’m sure I can find my way there.”
Ten minutes later, she was walking up and down the aisles of the Superette, grabbing packages and cans in record time.
Julia Tierney, who’d been working the check stand, laughed when Angie started laying items out on the conveyor belt.
“What’s so funny?” Angie asked her friend and boss.
“Girl, I haven’t seen you make such quick decisions on what to buy since that time you came running in here after that chili-pepper-eating contest with Mr. Murdock. You grabbed the first bottle of Mylanta you could find and drained it right in the middle of aisle three.”
Sometimes, when Angie didn’t have time to think about it, she could be rather decisive. And her tummy had been on fire that day.
She shook off Julia’s teasing. “I’m picking up dinner for Toby and his kids this evening. And since I’m sure everyone’s probably hungry, I don’t have time to roam the aisles, stewing about what to cook.”
Julia glanced at the items she rang up. “Pizza sauce, mozzarella cheese, pepperoni slices, mushrooms, ham, peppers, onions, ice cream, strawberries, instant bread mix. Looks like you’ll be having homemade pizza.”
“I figured it would be safe, especially if the kids can make their own.”
“That’s clever,” Julia said. “I couldn’t have come up with a better idea myself.”
That was quite the compliment. Julia had always dreamed of going to culinary school or maybe getting a degree in restaurant management, but when her father suffered a heart attack, she’d decided to stick close to home and help out her parents with the store. So she’d given up her dream.
However, now that her father was better, it looked as though her dreams would finally come true. When Wendy and Marcos Mendoza finally opened up The Hollows Cantina in the next month or so, Julia was going to manage it.
“Yeah, well, I’ve learned that if you can’t choose just one thing, it’s best to have plenty of options available.”
“Good idea,” Julia said, as she totaled Angie’s purchases.
“How are things going with the new restaurant?”
“Great. I love what Marcos and Wendy have envisioned, and it’s really coming together. In fact, I was going over some of the job applications we’ve gotten and saw yours. We won’t be scheduling interviews yet, but I wanted you to know
