Lone Star Courtship. Mae Nunn
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The blue eyes narrowed while she considered the proposal, as though it were possible she’d refuse his toast. Then a sly smile curved what might be the most perfect mouth he’d ever seen. She raised her soda.
“To new beginnings,” she agreed.
The two cans made contact with a clunk.
As they flipped the tabs of their drinks and took first sips he considered his interesting change of circumstances. The hard-driving American businessman he’d expected to find had turned out to be an attractive young woman. If her footwear was any indicator she was more concerned with work conditions than appearance. Quite a nice change from most females in his life and nothing at all like Caroline. Maybe his luck was turning about. Maybe this woman would be so involved with the nuts and bolts of construction that she’d leave him to his work.
He felt a burden lift from his heart. Yes, things were looking up. In no time at all, his task would be complete. This trial by Texas would be a thing of the past and he’d be heading home.
He remembered the quote for the day on the calendar in his office. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
He didn’t yet know which she was, but either way during his stay in Galveston he’d stick close to Miss Casey Hardy.
Chapter Two
Casey watched with fascination as Barrett studied his tamale. His grim confusion was priceless, reminding her of the first time she’d encountered a plateful of boiled crawfish.
“What is this part?” He poked at his food with the tines of a plastic fork.
“A corn husk.”
“So, swine food is to be my first meal in Texas.”
“You don’t eat that stuff. It’s used to roll the tamale and then hold it together while it’s cooking.” She took pity on the guy, something she never thought she’d do with a lawyer. “Here, like this.”
With practiced fingers she peeled away the moist husk to reveal the steamy contents.
“So that’s how it’s done.” He smiled as he followed her example, but resumed his look of concern when he raised a forkful to his face and studied it.
“The meat on the inside is roasted pork and the stuff on the outside is made from Mexican cornmeal.” She lifted the food with her fingers and put away the tasty Mexican staple in two unladylike bites. Her mother would raise her eyes heavenward and wonder where she’d failed, but with her kids there always seemed to be a connection between clothing and table manners. When they were casually dressed, proper behavior seemed to fly out the window.
To atone, Casey dabbed her lips daintily, wiped her fingers with a paper napkin and then motioned for her company to eat up. Barrett disposed of the initial suspicious bite then forked the rest and popped it in his mouth. He closed his eyes while he chewed as if giving all his concentration to the flavor.
“Jolly good,” was his simple declaration as he motioned toward the sack. “May I have another? I’m famished.”
“That’s why I bought a dozen.”
He reached into the brown paper bag. “I’d like to hear the details of your expansion plan. Would you mind telling me something about that while I eat?”
She glanced at the time. Cooper had arranged for their primary contractors to join her in the construction trailer at three o’clock sharp and she still had plenty to do before their meeting. Savannah was nothing if not efficient, so Casey was certain every thing would be pulled together and ready when she took her place at the head of the conference table.
Still, there were things she had to handle herself.
“I’ve caught you at a bad time, haven’t I?”
The worried crinkle around his eyes gave away his anxiety over her response. She waved away his concern while she fished a cell phone from the pocket of her grubby shirt.
“No, but I do need to juggle some stuff. You enjoy your lunch, I’ll step away for a few minutes to make some calls and we’ll wing it from there.”
In response he expertly shucked his second tamale, ate it in two bites and then mimicked the way she’d dabbed at her lips with a napkin.
No doubt his way of saying he wasn’t missing a thing.
Just like a lawyer.
She glanced over her shoulder at the visitor and tried to ignore the tingling in her fingers as she rounded the flatbed trailer piled six feet high with tons of Sheetrock. Guy answered her call on the second ring.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
She ducked into the truck’s shadow for cover and privacy.
“What’s up is there’s a lawyer here to see you and it seems he came all the way from London,” she snapped at her brother.
“Oh, he must be the rep from Westbrook Partners.”
“You knew this guy was coming? Why didn’t you warn me?” With the first question her temples began to throb. With the second her voice crescendoed to a squeak.
“Easy, girl! You’ll shatter a windshield.” His chuckle buzzed in her ear.
“Don’t you dare make jokes. Just answer my questions.” She squeezed her cell phone, wishing she could do the same to his neck. It was so like him to test her with a surprise.
“Of course I knew he would be coming eventually but not for another month at least, so I hadn’t thought to warn you about him. What does he want?” His calm and lack of excitement was the right medicine to slow her heart from the racing that had begun.
“He says he’s supposed to go over our expansion plan.”
“Well, cooperate with him. Let the man have what he needs and then he’ll leave.”
“Guy, he’s a lawyer. We can’t trust him with that kind of information.”
“Casey, you can’t let our experience in court make you bitter for the rest of your life.”
“But that Nashville lowlife faked his injuries in our store and those lawyers not only went along with the deception, they fought tooth and nail to get that huge settlement.”
“Hon, lawyers are supposed to trust their clients and they don’t get paid if they don’t win.”
How her brother could be so forgiving was a mystery. He’d suffered the most during the dragged out proceedings of the personal injury claim. But he’d given his anger to God and forgiven the people who’d made false claims. Today, he was happily married and about to adopt his wife’s precious little son.
“So you’ve told me a hundred times,” she continued, “but I’m not ready to offer wholesale absolution. In my book the entire legal community is guilty of being money hungry until proven otherwise.”
“Well, reserve judgment and give this fellow the benefit of the doubt, Warden. Westbrook Partners is the most respected law firm in England. Their influence on the investor could make or break our deal.”
“Okay, okay, I hear you. I won’t let the family down.”
“Hey, Casey?”
“Yes, Guy?”
“The last thing any of us worries about is you letting the family down. Dad hired you to replace me because you’ve trained for the opportunity and everybody knows you’ve earned it, because you keep reminding us. Call me tomorrow.”
“I will. Thanks, bro.”
“Now go leave your mark on Hearth and Home.”
She closed her cell phone and smiled. Guy’s reminder of her number-one personal goal was just the thought to get her through the afternoon.