staunchly individual views of how Collingsworth Oil and the ranch itself should be run. Now, with their grandfather both mentally and physically incapacitated, she was afraid those differences would tear apart her close-knit family.
She turned at a rap on her bedroom door. “The old fart’s here,” Jaime announced, opening the door and stepping just near enough that Lenora could see that her skimpy blue shorts fit low on the hips, revealing lots of skin between them and the white blouse tied just below her breasts. “He said he’s ready to start the meeting when you are.”
“Thanks. Tell him I’ll be right down.” Nigel Slattery was not only the family attorney but an old and very dependable family friend.
“Don’t hurry. Becky went upstairs to change clothes and she’s not down yet.”
“Speaking of changing clothes, you could exchange those shorts for a skirt or a pair of jeans. This is a business meeting, Jaime.”
“It’s in our dining room. Besides, a bunch of us are going down to the lake when we finish up here. Don’t count on me for dinner. We’ll be back late.”
As usual. Late to bed and late to rise was Jaime’s preferred lifestyle. She had changed majors so often that it had taken her six years to get a four-year degree in sociology, and then she had spent a year traveling in Europe to find herself before she started on a career. She was twenty-five now and the only job she’d pursued with any enthusiasm or longevity was spending the remainder of the trust from her late great-grandfather that she’d received on her twenty-first birthday.
Lenora took a last sip from her glass of iced tea and straightened the front of her denim skirt and white blouse before walking into the hall. Loud voices and boisterous laughter rang in her ears as she descended the winding staircase to the first floor. Her four sons would already be sitting around the massive oak table that overlooked the giant oaks that Jeremiah had planted the year he’d built the house for his wife.
The table, like the house itself, had been built to withstand the hot south-Texas summers and the hurricanes that blew in from the Gulf of Mexico. But it was the winds of change that threatened now, and Lenora wasn’t sure even the Collingsworth blood that ran through all her children’s veins could withstand that.
Langston was the first to his feet when she stepped through the door, and she noted that her older son had already taken over his grandfather’s seat at the head of the table. She wondered what his brothers thought about that.
He kissed her on the cheek. “We thought for a minute you’d run out on the meeting.”
“Now why would I do that?”
Matt pulled out her usual chair at the other end of the table. “Maybe because you hate business discussions.”
“I like discussions. I don’t like arguments.”
“We never argue,” Bart teased. “We just have heated dialogue until these guys come around to seeing things my way.”
“Like that last brainstorm you had about inviting students from A&M out to run the spring roundup and branding,” Matt said.
“Was it my fault they sent us coeds who got sick every time the iron touched the thick hide of a cow?”
“Hey, don’t knock that experiment,” Zach said. “I managed a few dates with that hot blonde before she decided to transfer back to UCLA and become an actress instead of a large-animal vet.”
“Yep, little brother,” Langston said. “You scared off another one.”
Zach grinned. “Too much man for her.”
Nigel Slattery ignored the brotherly camaraderie, opened his briefcase and laid a sheaf of papers on the table in front of him. “What’s the latest word on Jeremiah?”
“The doctors claim he’s progressing physically,” Lenora said, “but he still just lies there staring into space. He shows no signs of recognizing any of us.”
“Then he’s obviously in no condition to continue as CEO of Collingsworth Enterprises, so I guess we should get started.”
“Right,” Jaime said. “Let’s see what kind of little surprise Gramps has planned for us this time. He’s probably decided we should go out and make our own fortune and given us thirty days to vacate the ranch.”
“Not funny,” Matt said. “In fact, I don’t see why we have to bother with this at all. Langston and I are the oldest. By rights he should head the oil company as he’s doing now and I should manage the ranch. We don’t need a CEO over us.”
“Whoa!” Bart said. “I don’t know what age has to do with anything, and last time I checked we were comanaging the ranch.”
“Sure. I wasn’t trying to exclude you,” Matt said. “Couldn’t do it without you.”
“Nice that you know that.”
“Aren’t you guys forgetting there’s a fourth brother?” Zach said. “You know, the good-looking one.”
Langston picked up a pen and scribbled on a notepad as if he were making notes. “I’ve got you covered, little brother. How’s president of chasing women?”
“Works for me as long as it pays well. But if Mom is going to insist I drive to Houston and spend my days cooped up in an office, I expect to be more than a flunky.”
Lenora studied her children as Nigel shuffled papers. Her sons had all inherited their father’s good looks, all with his dark hair and eyes, classic nose and strong jaw line. Langston was a tough businessman, used to playing hardball with the movers and shakers in the oil business. He was far more sophisticated than the rest of her sons, and when he was dressed in one of his expensive suits as he was tonight, she found it hard to believe his roots were here on the ranch. That worried her. As did his recent engagement, which had seemed to come from out of the blue.
Her girls looked far more like her side of the family. Becky’s hair was blond, streaked by hours spent in the sun with her boys. Jaime was a strawberry-blonde. Both were petite with fair skin and sky-blue eyes. The similarities ended there. If she hadn’t given birth to both of them in this very house, she’d have sworn there had been a mixup at the hospital. Becky was athletic and a perfectionist, as unforgiving of shortcomings in others as she was in herself. Jaime was—Jaime.
Nigel cleared his throat. “I’ve made copies for all of you, but I thought I’d read it to you first.”
“We can all read,” Langston said.
“I know that. I just want to get it all said and done before you start complaining.”
“I told you,” Jaime said. “We’ll be homeless by morning. Guess we’ll have to move in that fancy penthouse with you, Langston.”
“Celeste would love that,” Zach said.
“How about we leave Celeste out of this?”
Lenora would love to second that, but she counted it good fortune enough that Langston’s fiancée hadn’t pushed her way into the night’s meeting.
“I’ll just skip to the meat
