The Last Bachelor. Judy Christenberry
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added, “Hey, guys, give Ginger a chance to eat. She can’t talk and eat at the same time.”
“Joe’s right,” Vivian said. Then she turned to Ginger. “And I think you did the right thing, not gambling away Joe’s savings.”
The other men roared with laughter. “Yeah, poor Joe, he’s always broke,” one of them added.
Ginger was horrified. She stared at Joe. Why had he insisted on paying for everything?
“Let’s change the subject,” Joe suggested. “What happened while we were gone? Any word on that stolen baby?”
Joe was sitting next to Ginger and he felt the tension rise in her even more. He hadn’t thought anything would be more terrifying than his family. He looked at Ginger sharply as his father answered his question.
“No, no word on the baby. I’m beginning to think the mother stole her. Maybe changed her mind about giving her up.”
“No!” Ginger exclaimed. “No, she wouldn’t do that!”
Everyone stared at her. Joe tried to think of something to say, but fortunately his sister-in-law Amy came to the rescue.
“I think Ginger’s right. That’s not something a mother would do. I agree, Ginger.”
“Me, too,” his mother agreed. “But I’m sure someone will find the baby soon, unless…”
Joe was afraid Ginger was going to cry, though he didn’t know why. “Uh, did I tell you they’re scheduling the reopening of the Men’s Grill at the club for next Saturday? I’m proud of the work I did, along with Jenny. I hope you’re all going to be there.”
Ginger looked at him. “Who is Jenny?”
Joe’s eyebrows shot up. Ginger almost sounded like she was jealous. Maybe she had more acting ability than he’d thought. “Jenny Taylor. She’s the interior designer who’s been working on the Men’s Grill with me.”
“Oh.”
Bill, Joe’s longest-married brother, said, “Don’t worry, Ginger. She’s nice, but you’re prettier. Besides, Joe chose you.”
Ginger tried to smile, but she wasn’t very successful.
Joe slid his arm around her. “You bet I did. I’ve had my eye on Ginger ever since I got back.”
“You sure didn’t let any of us in on it,” his father pointed out.
“I wasn’t going to introduce her to my brothers until after I had a ring on her finger.”
“Oh, I forgot to look at your ring,” Kitty, his youngest sister-in-law, exclaimed.
Suddenly all the gazes in the room were fixed on Ginger’s left hand. Ginger proudly wore the plain gold band Joe had bought her in Vegas, but Joe knew what to expect.
“What happened, Joe?” Bill exclaimed. “Did all your investments crash?”
Ed coughed, and Bill turned to look at him. “You’re embarrassing the newest Mrs. Turner, son.”
Ginger looked at his mother, and Joe leaned over to whisper, “They’re talking about you, sweetheart.” Then he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her again, lightly this time, since everyone was looking.
“I’m planning on buying her some diamonds, but we did this so suddenly, I didn’t want to buy diamonds in Vegas. I’ll go to the jewelry store here in Mission Creek tomorrow.”
“You need any help, ask me, son,” Ed offered.
When his brothers all protested, Joe grinned and held up one hand to quiet them. Then he turned to his father. “No, Dad, I’ve got it taken care of.” Joe looked at Ginger, who sat silently.
As his brothers continued to tease him, Ginger said softly, “I don’t need diamonds. Joe is—”
Afraid she was going to say the wrong thing, he kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. See, guys, I didn’t marry a greedy woman.”
His mother congratulated him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night here?” Vivian Turner asked one more time.
Joe had already refused her offer once, which was a great relief to Ginger. She wanted to go home and get ready for work tomorrow. She was exhausted.
“Thanks, Mom, but I think we’ll get settled in. And thanks for dinner,” Joe said.
Ginger hurriedly thanked her also. Not that she’d eaten much. Her nerves were strung so tight, she couldn’t. But she had peanut butter and crackers at home, which would hold her over until tomorrow.
Once inside the car, she lay her head back on the headrest, trying to calm down. All in all, she thought, the day hadn’t gone too bad. Joe’s parents and his brothers were nice people, good people, who had tried hard to make her comfortable. And she had been—until Ed mentioned the kidnapped baby.
Ginger hoped her reaction didn’t red-flag anyone’s attention. But she knew the baby’s mother hadn’t stolen her back. She knew because the baby’s mother was her best friend and fellow waitress at the Lone Star Country Club, Daisy Parker.
She stole a glance at Joe, checking his facial expression, as if he could read her mind. His eyes were steadfastly on the road ahead.
Ginger recalled the day Daisy had confided in her that she was baby Lena’s mother and had had no choice but to leave the child on the golf course where she knew she’d be found, and then taken care of. Ginger hadn’t judged her friend, only offered comfort to the obviously distraught woman.
She told no one about Daisy—with one exception—and she silently admonished herself for revealing the truth to a man who’d held her at knife-point in the lot of the country club a couple of months ago. But she’d been terrified and afraid for her life. Now, again, Daisy’s secret was safe with her, she’d tell no one, not even Joe.
As if to steel herself in her vow, she took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.
“You okay?” Joe asked. “It’s been a long day. I bet you’re exhausted. I’m sorry about all the commotion tonight. I’d thought it would just be Mom and Dad.”
“It was very nice,” she said, staring through the windshield.
“How about we go straight home tonight? Tomorrow we’ll take care of things.”
“Yes, thank you.”
She wasn’t sure what those things were, but she was ready to call it a night—until she realized Joe had missed the turn to her apartment.
“Where are we going? You needed to turn back there.”
“No, sweetheart. My condo is two more blocks ahead. I live in the Blue Shades complex.”
“But I do not!”
Joe sighed. “We’re married. That means we live together.”
“But I don’t have clean clothes. And I need my uniform for the morning,” she said firmly, feeling like an idiot for not realizing what was going to happen.
Joe turned at the next street corner and headed back the other way. “Okay, we’ll go to your place and you can pack what you need for tomorrow. We’ll get the rest of your stuff later.”
“Do you have enough room for me?”
He grinned at her. “I have a lot more room than you do. By the way, where do you sleep? I never saw a bed.”
“On the sofa. It’s called a futon.”
He shook his head.
“What?”
“You’ll have your own bedroom at my condo. I have three bedrooms, so it will be just fine. I promise.”
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