Twins Under The Tree. Leigh Riker
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tapped his shoulder. He held out a beer.
Cory shook his head. “Not a drinker,” he said. At least not here. Alcohol loosened his tongue. “I’d rather have a glass of milk.” He sent Mrs. McMann a smile. “Kills the heat I created on my enchilada.”
Hadley brought the glass to him, then returned to his chair. For a few minutes, silence reigned while everyone ate. Then the woman spoke again.
“Where are you from, Mr. Jennings?”
“Call me Cory, ma’am.” He coated the corn bread with another layer of butter, the real stuff. “Here and there,” he finally said, causing one of Hadley’s eyebrows to rise. “I was born in Texas.”
Cory avoided Hadley’s gaze, and Mrs. McMann’s. Note to self. He’d used the state before, not that hard to remember. It went with his past rodeo career, even with the job he’d be doing here for her and Smith.
“Your father was a rancher?” she pressed him.
“No.” The one-word answer was his friend. He pushed a piece of corn bread into the sauce on his plate. “Don’t rightly recall what he did for a living. He and my mom split before I was born.” True enough, if he stretched things. “I don’t like talking about that.”
With a sympathetic glance, she seemed to take that hint. She passed him the enchiladas, urging him to take another. “You young people don’t eat enough.”
He focused on the empty milk glass. “I’m not a baby, ma’am. Don’t you have a pair of twins to worry about?”
“Yes, but there’s always room for more.” She glanced at the ceiling. “We savor our meals here when we can. Please,” she added, “eat up, Cory. And call me Clara. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll need jeans in a bigger size.”
“She’s not kidding,” Hadley muttered. He shoved away from the table. “Another fine dinner, Clara. Thank you for the trouble.”
“No trouble at all,” she said.
He walked toward the hall. “I’ll check on Luke and Gracie.”
“I’ll keep your pie warm, dear. You, Cory? Ready for ice cream, too?”
Hadley laughed but kept going to the stairs. “Don’t even try to refuse.” Cory cleaned his plate, carried it with the others to the sink, then sank back onto his chair while Clara McMann sliced the best-looking pie he’d ever seen into generous servings. Then she spooned huge dollops of vanilla ice cream onto the dessert dishes. Despite the four enchiladas he’d eaten and three chunks of corn bread, his stomach begged for more. He hadn’t always been able to afford to eat when he was on the road. Maybe this would work out.
Clara set his pie in front of him. “We won’t wait for Hadley. He likes to stand a while and watch his babies sleep. I suspect you haven’t been eating well—or often,” she said.
Cory didn’t attempt to correct her. He took Hadley’s advice. And ate.
This gig—as long as it lasted—might be all right if he stayed as careful as he would on some bucking horse.
He just had to keep his head down and stick to himself.
HADLEY’S TRIP TO the auction in Wichita had worked out even better than he’d hoped. From the last of their combined money, mostly Clara’s, they were the proud new owners of half a dozen head of sleek Black Angus, which would command the best price on the market. As soon as he put in a crop of hay and, by magic, somehow unearthed more cash, he’d buy another six cows. Building the new herd as their shaky finances allowed. Cory Jennings was hard at work this morning, and for once the twins had only wakened a couple of times during the night. Hadley was in an unusually fine mood, which should have warned him. He spotted Jenna’s car rolling up the drive.
And remembered his latest idea.
Naturally, she’d brought gifts for the twins but didn’t mention their encounter in Barney’s office. Jenna had obviously decided not to bring up the money issue, which left that to Hadley. He seized the opportunity, though, to put off what he had to say, which she probably wouldn’t take well.
“You’ll go bankrupt spoiling Luke and Gracie,” he told her mildly. “The day I saw you at Sherry’s, I bought ridiculously tiny socks, more sleepers, some onesies and a couple of stuffed lambs that play sounds little kids are supposed to like. I’d buy anything that puts them to sleep.”
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