Real Marriage Material. Jodi O'Donnell
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the slightest chance…”
“Well, all right,” Mariah answered with obvious reluctance, and Jeb figured it was because of his rudeness she was feeling so, even though she regarded him with that expression he’d seen when she knelt at his feet petting Lucy. As if, despite being put off, she was willing to try to find a way to relate to him.
“Fine, then, Miss Duncan. Give us your expert opinion on the matter.” Fixing his uncle with a look that could boil water, Jeb crossed his arms and said bluntly, “The situation is I’ve got exactly eight weeks before I stand up in front of a judge and try to convince him that an unmarried fishing guide and part-owner of an.outdoors-supply business living with his bachelor uncle in a trailer out in the sticks can provide a proper, well-rounded environment to raise a kid in. I already know the obvious way to improve my case would be to take me a wife. The problem is, even if I was interested in gettin’ married—which I’m not—I don’t think it’d be a stretch to say livin’ out here in this sort of setup isn’t what a woman would find particularly appealing, for pretty much the same reasons.”
He supposed exaggerating his good-ol’-boy accent wasn’t going to win him any favors, but dad-blast Wiley for making him go through this! Jeb willed his face not to turn red at having to reveal details about his personal life to this woman, and went on, “So I assume what my uncle was thinkin’ in his tangled-up way was that if I didn’t have a wife or wasn’t about to get one on my own, I could hire someone to help snare one by turnin’ me into something that might appeal to a likely prospect, all in eight short weeks. And I’d be mighty surprised, ma’am, if miracles of that sort are part of the ‘wide variety of services’ you offer.”
Comprehension dawned on Mariah’s face. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeb saw that Wiley was thoroughly disgusted with him for deliberately painting the situation in such an unfavorable, and irretrievable, light. Well, he was just a tad disgusted himself—for caring what Mariah Duncan thought of him.
He waited for her to thank them both for the opportunity to do business but she couldn’t help him. And off she’d go, back to her city living and her charities and clients and who the hell else that could use her brand of help..
Except it seemed she wasn’t leaving. Not yet, at least.
“I don’t quite see why you feel you need so urgently to change or take a wife,” Mariah mused. “I mean, am I right in concluding that this Robbie you mentioned is your nephew?”
“No. That’s the whole problem, y’see. Robbie is my—”
He was interrupted by a shout from up the hill. “Uncle Jeb!”
The three of them turned to see a girl, all jeans-covered legs and flying hair, running pell-mell toward them.
Robin—his niece.
Lucy galloped up to meet her, and girl and dog hailed each other like long-lost friends before racing the rest of the way home with the energy only the young have after a full day of activity.
Both came to a breathless halt in front of Jeb.
“I did it,” bragged Robin, blue eyes shining as she looked up at him. “I mean, Wiley cashed out the register, but I swept the floor and put bait saver in the tank. I washed the fingerprints off the front-door window, and I even arranged the lures and cans of Skoal and Copenhagen in the display case.”
“I’ll bet they needed it.” Jeb had to smile. Wiley, who minded the store most of the time, didn’t think about such things. Not that their normal customer gave a hoot, but it was nice to have a touch of order, even if it was just neatening up cans of chaw.
He reached out and rumpled her hair. “Thanks, Robbie. Don’t know what we’d do without you.”
She grinned, a heartbreaking split in her angular face. She’d thinned out in the past few months—Jeb guessed because she’d sprouted at least an inch in that time, too. He’d have worried except she had the appetite of a pack mule. Hopefully she would fill out again, although it seemed impossible she’d ever grow into the coltish legs that were longer than the rest of her put together.
Yes, Robin was growing up fast, would turn eleven in just a few weeks. She’d become a real part of the family, and he had been tickled at the way she’d taken to the ins and outs of their distinctly male-oriented business. She had even begun imitating the pattern and inflection of his and Wiley’s speech. And yet now, contrasting the two females, he saw how rag-tag Robin appeared against the polished and feminine Mariah Duncan. Almost as unkempt as he must look in comparison.
“I practiced my clinch knot, too,” the girl chattered on. “I’m not near as good as you or Wiley at tying it, but maybe after school tomorrow I could-try it on a real rig and see what I can catch. Wouldn’t it be somethin’ if I brought in another like that big ol’ striper I caught this winter out near…”
Robin’s smile faded as she finally noticed Mariah, who was studying the girl—and him.
Jeb put an arm around Robin’s shoulders. “Miss Duncan, this is my niece, Robin. Robbie, uh, Miss Duncan. She’s here to…for…a visit.” He gave both Wiley and Mariah a covert lowering of his brows that said Let’s not get into explanations.
He should have known that Wiley would be oblivious to any message not spelled out on butcher paper in foot-high red letters. “Mariah’s here to see about doing business with your uncle Jeb,” the older man provided meaningfully.
This earned him an exasperated look from Jeb, even as Mariah smoothed the moment over with a warm “I’m pleased to meet you, Robin.”
Jeb glanced down and noticed his niece’s face had lost its earlier animation. She rested her weight on the outside edge of one cowboy boot, a thumb snared in her belt loop. Hooking an untidy lock of dark gold hair behind her ear, she solemnly regarded Mariah from under her lashes in a bout of shyness.
Then Jeb saw that Robin wasn’t shy, but watchful. And he knew she’d come to the same conclusion about Mariah. he had. It wasn’t so farfetched. After all, the last time a woman dressed in professional clothes had shown up here, she’d been from the Department of Human Services and had given them the news that had triggered today’s episode.
Damn. Jeb knew his niece had detected his worry these past few weeks, hard as he’d tried to hide it. Not that he hadn’t kept her informed, in a simplified fashion. After all, she had a right to know about the situation, since it concerned her. But it was inevitable that she would look past his explanations and assurances and realize the real threat that hung like a thunderhead over them all.
A child shouldn’t have to be afraid of such basic securities as home and family being taken away from her, Jeb thought, and he vowed not for the first time that somehow he’d think of a solution—a practical one, and not some harebrained idea that the answer to their woes could be found on the shopping channel!
At that thought, he lifted his gaze to find Mariah once again—or was it still?—studying his niece. And him.
“It sounds as if you’re quite an angler, Robin,” Mariah commented as though the girl had answered her greeting in kind, turning on that Southern charm that really was hard to dismiss as insincere. Hard to resist, too.
Robin’s lashes flicked up for a quick look at Mariah, then down again. “I’m just learnin’ still.”
“Well, isn’t that the way any one of us becomes an expert at what we do, by learning and practicing?”
This time Robin’s gaze remained pinned on the ground as she confessed in a low voice, “Yeah, but…but I’m a girl.”
Jeb’s heart wrenched within him, a sensation of defeat before he’d barely started. Blast it, he was doing the best he could to make her feel she belonged!
Hoping the right words of reassurance would somehow magically spring to his lips, he opened his mouth. But Mariah again defused the awkward moment by asking, “Women can become practiced anglers,