The Last Crawford Bachelor. Judy Christenberry
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high chair and tied a bib around his neck. “Dani, this is our daughter, Mirabelle—or should I say Michaelangelo—and our son, Scotty.”
Dani greeted the children with a warm smile, one that startled Michael.
“Hello,” Mirabelle said. “Who are you?”
“This is Dani. She’s having dinner with us,” Logan explained.
Mirabelle turned back to Michael. “But, Uncle Michael, you said I was your girlfriend!”
“Of course you are,” he assured her, not making the connection for a moment. Then he hurriedly added, “I just met Dani when she came to the ranch looking for someone.”
“Oh. Then it’s okay,” she said to Dani with a nod. “You can stay for dinner.”
“Mirabelle!” her father warned. “Mind your manners.”
“I said she could stay, Daddy.”
“It is not your decision, young lady, and you know it.”
With all the grace of a French dancer, Mirabelle shrugged her shoulders and hugged Michael’s neck.
“Mirabelle, you need to get in your chair.” Logan turned to Ellen. “Where’s your husband?”
“He’s upstairs. Could you call him?”
“Sure. And I’ll find Abby, too. Then we can eat.”
The table was set for eight. Michael carried Mirabelle to her seat next to the end of the table where her mother always sat. He assumed the seat next to the little girl and motioned to Dani to take the seat beside him. “Floyd and Ellen like to sit together on the other side of the table by Scotty.”
“I see. Thank you,” Dani said, and sank gracefully into the chair beside him.
Suddenly the room seemed full as Floyd came in followed by Logan and Abby. They all took their places, and Logan said the prayer before they ate.
After the blessing, Logan introduced Dani to Floyd. He worked the ranch, having met Ellen here when Logan hired him years ago. In time, the platters of food began to be passed around the table. Michael noticed Dani didn’t take much of anything. He kept watching her, frowning. Finally he said, “Are you on a diet? Because from where I sit, you don’t need to lose weight.” He eyed her slender figure.
She looked up, startled, her blue eyes wide. “No, I’m not on a diet.”
“She’s probably saving herself for the dessert,” Abby said, smiling at the woman. “Never mind Michael. There are lots of men in his family. He’s the only one unmarried these days, so he’s still uncivilized.”
“Hey!” Michael complained. “Logan, are you going to let your wife say that about me?”
Logan grinned. “You can’t fight the truth. You know our brothers would agree with her.”
All four of Michael’s brothers had married good women. He’d never argue about that. But just because he wasn’t married didn’t mean he couldn’t handle women. He’d learned from his one sister. In fact, he was used to being on his best behavior around women.
Abby changed the subject. “Dani, have you lived in Amarillo all your life?”
“Except when I went to school. I moved to Lubbock for my education.”
“Texas Tech?” Abby asked, naming the large university located in Lubbock.
“Yes.”
“That’s a good school,” Logan said. He added with a grin, “My family all went to OU, but we try to keep that quiet around here.” OU was Oklahoma University, a fierce rival of the University of Texas on the football field.
That remark even drew a smile from Dani. But still she said nothing.
They continued with casual conversation throughout the meal. Dani answered any questions addressed to her, but she volunteered nothing about her life.
Michael realized all they knew about her was where she lived and where she went to school. He wanted to know a lot more.
When the meal was over, Ellen began clearing the table. Abby jumped up to help her. Dani, too, began picking up plates and carrying them to the counter next to the dishwasher. Michael picked up his dishes and followed suit. His brother was cleaning up Scotty so he could get down from his high chair. Then he took Mirabelle to the bathroom to wash up.
“Are your sisters bringing the little ones?” Logan asked as he came back into the kitchen with his daughter.
“No, I don’t think so,” Abby said over her shoulder as she rinsed a platter.
“Okay, then, come on, Mirabelle. I’ll go put on a video, and you and Scotty can watch it while you have some ice cream.”
“Chocolate,” Mirabelle insisted.
“Sure.” Logan got out the ice cream and dished up two bowls of it. Then he grabbed a couple of towels and told the children to follow him.
Michael figured it was the ice cream, Scotty’s favorite treat, that had the little boy chasing after his dad. He followed the trio, figuring Logan might need some help. Besides, he wasn’t sure he should stay for the dessert party.
After both children were settled in front of the TV, towels tied around their necks, eating their ice cream, he asked Logan if the rest of the evening was just family.
“What if it is? You’re family.”
“Not Beulah’s family.”
“I’m not Beulah’s family, either.” Logan clapped his brother on the back. “Come on. The dessert Ellen’s making is great. You’ll love it.”
They both headed back to the kitchen.
There’d never been a Crawford brother who could resist cake.
Helping clear the table made Dani feel less awkward. She liked Abby and Ellen. In fact, everyone had been very welcoming, except perhaps Logan’s brother. Sure, he was handsome, dark and muscular. And he’d been nice, but his eyes gave him away. She glanced up at him, and yet again he was looking at her, gauging her. She knew he didn’t think she was being truthful.
It didn’t matter what he thought, she told herself. She just wanted to know something about her grandmother. That was all she wanted.
A knock on the screen door interrupted her thoughts. Abby hurried over and opened it, and a young woman looking much like Abby came in, followed by a good-looking, strapping man. Abby turned to Dani.
“This is my youngest sister, Beth, and her husband, Jed.”
Dani stepped forward and shook their hands cordially, but she said nothing. She really didn’t know if any of them would talk to her about Beulah at all, since they didn’t believe Beulah had had any children.
“Oh, here’s my other sister, Melissa, and her husband, Rob. Which means we’re all here. Come sit down, everyone.” They all took seats around the kitchen table, Dani sitting next to Abby.
“Dani told me she thinks Aunt Beulah was her grandmother,” Abby said.
Dani suspected she’d already told her sisters, because neither they nor their husbands showed any surprise.
Only the youngest sister, Beth, questioned her. “Why do you think that?”
“I found some papers that indicated she was my mother’s mother. She gave my mother up for adoption when she was born.” Dani felt awkward revealing that information.
“When was your mother born?” Beth asked.
“In 1939,” Dani said. “I was born when she was forty, sort of a late surprise, I guess.”
“So you’re twenty-five?” Michael asked.
“Yes.”