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“My father is matchmaking.”
Harry looked puzzled. “Why would he do that?”
“He wants me to stay in Rawhide,” Melissa explained. “He’s trying to find someone to marry me.”
The deputy grinned and raised his brows. “That shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“If that’s a compliment, thank you. But I don’t think you understand that Dad has chosen you as the primary candidate for my not-so-future husband. You’d better start running.”
“Assuming I’m not interested.”
Her voice was firm when she told him, “It doesn’t matter. I’m going back to Paris after the holidays.”
“Oh, yeah? Then I’d better kiss you goodbye.”
Without any more warning, he pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips like none she’d ever received. Then he walked away, leaving her befuddled brain to wonder—if that was a goodbye peck, what would his real kiss be like?
Dear Reader,
Welcome, once again, to Rawhide, Wyoming, the home of the Randalls. This is the story of Griff and Camille’s (Cowboy Come Home) daughter. Melissa left home six years ago to study in France and hasn’t been back since. When her mother asks her to come home for the holidays as a present to her, Melissa agrees. Then the magic of Rawhide, and all her family, wraps around Melissa and persuades her to return to the fold.
Of course, there’s also Deputy Sheriff Harry Gowan, who was introduced in A Randall Returns. He is the perfect match for Melissa—at least he appears to be, until a visitor from France arrives on the scene. Then confusion reigns!
I really love writing the Randalls—they make me feel as if I’ve come home again. I hope you enjoy this book, and look forward to our next visit to Rawhide, Wyoming, and the Randall family.
And here’s to Thanksgiving, a time for family and gratefulness. What better holiday to celebrate with the Randalls!
A Randall Thanksgiving
Judy Christenberry
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for over fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers do. A former French teacher, Judy now devotes herself to writing full-time. She hopes readers have as much fun with her stories as she does. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judy lives in Texas.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
From under his hat, Deputy Sheriff Harry Gowan surveyed the scene at the local steak house and bar in Rawhide, Wyoming. It was Friday, the second busiest night in town. And he was in charge of keeping the peace.
His roving gaze stopped when it lit on a young woman sitting at a table in the center of the room. She didn’t look like an inhabitant of Rawhide, with her short, spiky brown hair and that bright red lipstick on her pouty lips. Still, she was beautiful…and she was alone.
He strolled over to her table. He had no objection to strangers in his town, and besides, as an employee of the city, wasn’t it part of his job to make people feel at home in Rawhide?
“Evening, ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat. “I suspect you might be new to town. If there’s anything I can do to help you enjoy your stay, please let me know.”
The young woman smiled at him and he was struck by her beautiful blue eyes.
“How nice of you. I could use a dance partner,” she said, looking expectantly at him.
Now Harry was embarrassed. He fought the urge to back away. “Sorry, ma’am, but I can’t dance with you.”
“Why not…Sheriff?” she ventured.
“Deputy,” he clarified, nodding at the badge on his chest. “I’m on duty, and dancing isn’t in the deputy manual. The sheriff would fire me if he caught me. Besides, I’m a really lousy dancer,” he confessed. “But I can get you a partner.”
Without waiting for her consent, he turned and headed for the bar, where a few cowboys had their boots propped up on the foot rail. “Hey, Josh,” he called out to a friend. “I’ve got a favor to ask.”
“Anything, buddy.”
“There’s this knockout looking for a dance partner. I told her I’d find her one.”
Josh broke into a smile. “Lead the way. I haven’t met a real knockout in a while.” He put down his beer and followed Harry across the room. “Where is she?”
“Right there,” Harry said, pointing toward the center table.
Josh came to an abrupt halt. “Wait a minute. You don’t mean that siren sitting by herself, do you?”
Harry let himself look at the woman. “Who else? She’s something, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she’s something, all right, but I won’t be dancing with her.”
Harry stared at his friend as if he’d lost his mind. “Why not?”
“’Cause I don’t dance with my cousins, Harry.”
“Cousin?”
“People would think I was crazy…or weird.”
“She’s a Randall?” Harry stared at the woman. “No, she can’t be. I know all the Randalls!”
“She’s been living in France since before you came to Rawhide. She’s Uncle Griff’s daughter.”
“What are we going to do? I promised to find her a partner.”
Josh surveyed the room. “There’s Dwight Barnes. He’s a dancer.”
“Yeah, but…” Barnes wouldn’t be Harry’s first choice but he’d do. “Okay, you go get him while I tell her he’s coming.”
Harry walked back to the table where the young lady sat sipping a beer. “I didn’t know you were a Randall.”
“Aren’t Randalls allowed to dance?” she asked, her eyes teasing.
He bit back Josh’s retort, saying instead, “Your cousin Josh went to get a guy to dance with you—Dwight Barnes. I just wanted to tell you not to go outside alone with him.” When she seemed taken aback by his warning, he hurriedly said, “Dwight’s a good dancer, but… Well, you don’t know him, so I thought I should say something.”
“Thanks for the warning, Deputy,” she said sweetly, “but I do know how to handle men.”
“Then my apologies,” Harry said, and tipped his hat, prepared to walk away.
“Wait,” she said at once. “You haven’t told me your name.” She fluttered her thick lashes at him.
“I’m Harry Gowan, deputy sheriff.”
“Nice to meet you, Harry Gowan, deputy sheriff.” She flashed him a brilliant white smile, momentarily stunning him. He was about to ask her name when Josh strode up, the dancer cowboy following.
“Hey, Melissa, this is Dwight Barnes.”
“How nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes,” Melissa said.
Harry watched her flutter those same lashes at Barnes and was pleased to see that he wasn’t the only man who melted at her feet.
He guessed Ms. Randall was telling the truth. She did know how to handle men.
MELISSA RANDALL RETURNED to her parents’ house at 11:00 p.m., an incredibly early hour if she were still in Paris. It was even early in Rawhide, Wyoming, on the weekend.
Her parents were waiting up for her, making her feel more like an eighteen-year-old than a twenty-six-year-old who had lived abroad for six years.
“Hello, dear,” her mother said with a smile. “Did you have fun?”
Melissa debated how to answer that question. She loved her mother dearly and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but Paris was so much more exciting than Rawhide. “Uh, yeah, it was all right.”
Griff Randall eyed his daughter a bit sharply. “Did you meet anyone new?”
“Dwight Barnes.”
“Dwight Barnes?” he blustered. “You need to keep away from him!”
“I know,” Melissa said.
Her mother frowned. “What do you mean by that? Did he do something he shouldn’t have?”
“No, but the deputy sheriff warned me about him.”
“Which deputy sheriff?” her father demanded.
“You mean Rawhide has more than one?” Melissa asked in mock awe.
“That’s enough of that, young lady,” he retorted. “Now tell me his name.”
“Harry Gooden, I think.”
“And I think that would be Harry Gowan.”
“Oh. Well, I was close.”
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that,” her father said, letting his sarcasm show.
“Dad!” Melissa protested, dragging the word out as a teenager would do.
“And here I thought our daughter had grown up.”
“Griff, you’re being too hard on her. She just got back the other night. She probably still has jet lag,” her mother protested.
“That’s her own damn fault, Camille. She lives too far away from home. This is her first visit in six years!”
“But you and Mom came to see me. Wasn’t that fun?”
“It was for me, sweetheart,” her mother immediately said. “But these past four years have seemed like forever.”
“I know, Mom, and I intended to come home before now, but—but I got busy and—”
“And then there was Pierre,” Griff growled.
“You told me you liked him!” Melissa protested.
“That was before I knew he was your lover!”
“Dad!”
“Griff!” Camille protested at the same time. Before Melissa could say anything else, her mother added, “You promised, Griff.”
“I know, but she asked!”
“Both of you, go to bed. I can’t handle the arguments this late at night!” Camille said in exasperation.
Both father and daughter, so much alike, immediately said they were sorry. Camille accepted their apologies but insisted she was heading to bed, and Griff immediately agreed to join her. They both kissed their daughter good-night and left the kitchen together.
Melissa stood there, thinking about one of the things she’d missed in her glamorous life in Paris. It was seeing how much her parents loved each other and remained faithful to one another no matter what.
She didn’t know any older married couples in France. Still, she was pretty sure that a marriage like her parents’ wasn’t normal anywhere. Her father wasn’t about to let his wife go to bed without him, especially when he was afraid she was still a little mad at him.
Melissa found a smile on her lips and warmth in her heart as she thought about her parents’ love affair. Even while growing up, she’d noticed their devotion to each other. She’d never had any doubt about their faithfulness. As an adult, she realized how unusual it was, though she knew her dad would just tell her it was a Randall trait.
Melissa really wasn’t sleepy, but she strolled to the room that had been hers before she’d gone to France. The move had been a hard-fought battle, one she hadn’t thought she could win. She couldn’t have without her mom’s backing. But Melissa had done so well in French in her first two years of college that her professor had helped convince her mother to let her live in France for one semester.
And she’d never come home.
Until now.
When she’d asked her mom what she’d like for Christmas, her mother had simply said, “For you to come home for the holidays.”
Melissa couldn’t say no to her. Camille was such a sweet, gentle person. But she was also a fighter. When she realized how much Melissa had wanted to go to France, she’d fought hard for Griff’s approval. There had been several days when Camille wouldn’t even speak to her husband.
Melissa owed her mother big time.
HARRY WAS PUMPING IRON, his muscles straining under the two-hundred-pound bar. He’d just finished a half hour on the treadmill, set at a steep incline, and he was still sweating. But he needed it. The workout center had been added on to the Sheriff’s Office several years ago. When Mike Davis had become sheriff, he’d wanted his men to be in good physical shape so that using a firearm was not their first thought when subduing a lawbreaker.
Mike had asked the Randalls if they could get together with other ranchers in the area to contribute a modest sum for a couple of weight machines. The Randalls, who never did anything in a small way, had showed up at his door the next morning to begin remodeling the storeroom into a first-rate workout facility.
In gratitude, Mike had opened the facility to all the men in town as long as his staff had dibs at certain times of the day. Right now only Harry and his partner, Steve Lawson, were working out, spotting each other.
Harry had just returned the heavy bar to its stand and sat up, sweat dripping from his brow, when a sweet voice asked from the doorway, “Is Harry Gowan in here?”
Steve whirled around, almost losing his balance. “Lady, this is a men’s facility. You can’t come in here!”
With a pouty smile that Harry recognized at once, Melissa Randall said, “Well, technically, I haven’t come into the room. Oh, hi, Harry,” she said, her smile widening as she saw him turn to face her.
Harry was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. Now he wished he had a T-shirt or a towel nearby so he could cover up a little. “Hello, Melissa. I’m afraid I’m not dressed for company. If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll be right out.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said, her smile increasing as she took in the sight of his muscled chest.
“Yeah, but I do. I’ll be right with you.”
Conceding gracefully, Melissa fluttered her fingers in a wave as she stepped back and let the door shut again.
Steve stared at his partner. “Who was that? I’ve never seen her before.”
“I hadn’t either until last night,” Harry said, grabbing a towel and drying himself off.
“You must’ve had a good night.”
“Not like you’re thinking. I just met her, that’s all.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I meant it, Steve, and I’d better not hear you spreading any gossip about her.” Harry added a glare to convince his partner.
The man backed away. “I wouldn’t, Harry, I promise, but she is really hot.”
“Yeah, she’s also a Randall.” He pulled on his sweat pants.
“A Randall? I thought I knew all the Randalls by now.”
“She’s been living in France for the past six years.” He belted his gun holster at the small of his back and pulled on a sweatshirt that covered it.
Steve was still standing there with his mouth open.
“What’s the matter? You’ve never heard of France?” Harry teased.
“I’ve never heard of a Randall being in France,” Steve replied.
“Me, neither, but I guess wonders never cease.”
MELISSA WAS SEATED AT ONE of the empty desks close to the workout facility. When she heard the door open, she spun around, eager to get another look at Harry Gowan. Unfortunately, he’d put on a sweatshirt that covered up that impressive chest.
“I hope I didn’t embarrass you,” she said, though she wasn’t being truthful by any means.
Much to her surprise, Harry said, “Yeah, I could tell that was weighing on your mind.” He sounded just like her dad when he was being sarcastic.
Narrowing her eyes, she smiled and held up a box. “I brought you something.” That should make him feel bad about being sarcastic!
“Why?”
Melissa stiffened. What was wrong with the man? He should’ve been falling all over himself, apologizing. “Because my daddy said I owed you something for trying to warn me about Dwight Barnes.”
“You didn’t seem to appreciate it last night.”
Now she was really getting irritated. “This was my father’s idea!” she exclaimed, and shoved the box toward him.
“I can’t accept payment,” he said calmly.
Melissa felt steam blowing out her ears. She nailed him in his rock-hard stomach with the box. “It’s a damn box of cookies. I don’t care what you do with it!” And she stomped out of the office.
When she reached the sidewalk, she regretted her loss of control, but it was too late to do anything about it now. She just hoped her father didn’t come to town and run into Harry. She’d never hear the end of it.
Since her cousins’ accounting office was just across the street, Melissa went over there to see if Tori wanted to go to lunch. At least someone in Rawhide would treat her nicely.
Tori agreed to go as soon as Russ got back. He usually went home for lunch, Tori explained, since he and his wife had had a second child, a little boy.
“I’m looking forward to Sunday dinner so I can meet everyone who’s new to the family,” Melissa said.
“There’s a fair number,” Tori replied. “Including my latest.”
“Another baby? How many have you had?”
“Just three. And he may be my last.”
“You sound kind of sad about that,” Melissa noted. “I thought you intended to be a career woman.”
“I did. But Jon…well, he was just too hard to resist.” She laughed. “Men can be like that, you know.”
“I think I do.”
“I bet you just bat your lashes and they fall to their knees all around you.”
“Not exactly,” Melissa replied darkly.
Tori’s eyebrows soared. “Oh? Was it in France or here in Rawhide?”
“Here, and it’s no big deal. I think Dad was trying to play matchmaker like Uncle Jake.”
“And you went along with it?”
“Yeah. The guy was kind of cute and I thought I might enjoy my trip more if I had someone to go out with. I’m only going to be here for about six weeks.”
“And he wasn’t interested? The man must be made out of stone…or married. You wouldn’t try to date a married man, would you, Melissa? I mean, I know that some people are different about things like that, but it wouldn’t— I mean, here in Rawhide, it’s not—”
Before Tori could try again to explain the mores in Rawhide, Melissa told her, “Remember, I said my dad had set me up? I don’t think he’d choose a married man for me.”
“Oh, right, of course.”
“And just for the record, I wouldn’t go for a married man, either, here or in France.”
“I’m sorry for even thinking that, Melissa, but you’ve been gone so long and the French—”
“I know. But I’m a Randall, not a Frenchman.”
Tori smiled. “Good. So who gave you a hard time?”
“You probably don’t know him.”
“In Rawhide? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Okay, it was Harry Gowan.”
“Harry? Harry was mean to you?” Tori asked in disbelief.
“I didn’t say he was mean. He was just…disinterested.”
“He must be going blind, honey. You’re beautiful, what with that hairstyle and your makeup.”
“Am I wearing too much makeup?”
“No. I keep staring at your eyes. They look so natural but they stand out. I’m impressed.”
“It’s because I got Mom’s blue eyes with Dad’s hair color. Around here, all the Randalls seem to be brown-eyed.”
“You’ve got a point there. But Jess and I don’t look like regular Randalls, either,” said the blond, blue-eyed Tori.
“I know. I always liked that about you two. How is Jessica?”
“She’s due any day now.”
“More babies? I’ll never keep them straight!”
“Yes, you will. Give it time. Just remember, we’re all family.”
As if on cue, the door opened and Russ entered the outer office.
“Hey, Russ,” Melissa said, hugging her cousin. “I haven’t seen you in six years. Looks like fatherhood agrees with you.”
He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’ve certainly grown up.”
“Thank you, kind sir.”
“Where are you two headed?” he asked as Melissa and Tori walked toward the door.
“We’re going over to the café for lunch,” Tori said.
“I think I’ll join you. I can have a piece of pie while y’all eat your lunch.”
“I thought one of us was going to stay at the office all the time. Isn’t that what we decided?” Tori asked.
“Yeah, but today’s a special occasion.” He winked at Melissa. “I’ll just tell Cora to call my cell if something comes up.”
“Be quick about it,” Tori said. “We’re both starving.”
A few seconds later Russ held open the door, and the two women went out. They’d reached the other side of the street when, behind them, they heard Russ greet someone.
“Why don’t you join us? I’ll buy you a piece of pie,” Russ called out.
The women turned around, and that was when Melissa came face-to-face with the living, breathing cause of her irritation.
Harry Gowan.
Chapter Two
Melissa held her breath as she waited for Harry’s answer. It confused her that she didn’t even know what she wanted most—for him to accept the invitation or to reject it.
“Thanks, Russ, but I’m on duty. Mike frowns on me spending all my time in the café.” He added a smile, which was more than he’d done for her.
“I understand. But let me introduce my long lost cousin Melissa, Griff and Camille’s daughter. She’s been living in France.”
Without looking her way, he replied, “I met her last night. She seems to be adjusting well.”
Melissa stomped her foot. “Quit talking about me like I’m not here!”
He finally looked at her. “Certainly, Miss Randall.” Then he quickly averted his gaze. “See you ’round, Russ, Tori.” And he walked away.
Tori and Russ stared after him, and looked at Melissa.
“What?” she demanded, feeling defensive.
Russ said, “Let’s get our table. Then we’ll talk.”
Once they were seated and had gotten their coffee and given their orders, Russ turned to Melissa. “You’ve only been here a few days. How have you managed to upset one of the nicest guys in town?”
“Are you referring to Harry Gowan?” Melissa demanded. “Because he hasn’t been so nice to me!”
Russ glanced at Tori. “What’s going on? Are they already involved?”
“No!” Melissa nearly spat out her coffee.
Tori put a calming hand on her arm, then explained, “It’s another case of a father matchmaking for his daughter, a Randall pastime, you know. And apparently, though I find it hard to believe, Harry wasn’t interested.”
Russ shifted his gaze to Melissa. “I’m surprised. I figured guys would be lined up for the opportunity to get close to you, Melissa.”
“Thank you, but apparently I only appeal to men with loose morals,” she said glumly.
“Who in particular?” Russ asked sternly.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re as bad as Harry.”
“Wait a minute. I’m getting confused. Where does Harry come in?”
Melissa sighed. “Harry warned me last night not to go outside with Dwight Barnes. And Dad said I should bake him some cookies to say thank you. So I did, because I wanted to please Dad. But Harry wouldn’t even take the cookies.”
“What did you do with them?” Russ asked.
“I hit him in the stomach with the box and walked out. I don’t know what he did with them after that. Probably threw them in the trash!”
“Oh, my,” Tori said softly.
“It wasn’t my fault. I did what Dad asked.”
“I guess you did. But just a word of warning,” Russ said with a smile. “Harry is a favorite with the family and he’s frequently invited to Sunday dinner.”
Moaning, Melissa buried her face in her hands. “I’m doomed. Dad’s going to be upset with me and that will upset Mom and—and—”
“I know,” Tori said, patting Melissa’s shoulder. “No one ever wants to upset Camille. She’s so sweet.”
Melissa nodded. “She’s the one who convinced Dad to let me go to France. It wasn’t easy. She even stopped speaking to him for several days.”
“I didn’t know that,” Tori said. “I wondered why Uncle Griff let you go at such a young age. But it was only supposed to be for a semester, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, until one of the greatest jewelry designers in the world looked at my work and offered me a chance to learn from him. It was an incredible offer I had to accept.”
“Did you make those?” Tori asked, reaching out to touch the twisted gold earrings Melissa was wearing.
“Yes. Monsieur Jalbert is letting me design some more casual jewelry, different from the expensive, heavy pieces that you’d only wear at balls or galas.”
“Of which we have none,” Russ commented. “But I have heard of the man. My wife used to buy that kind of jewelry, before she moved to Rawhide.”
“Did you bring any other pieces with you?” Tori asked, still staring at the earrings. “I don’t know how they’re priced, but Sarah and Jennifer might be interested in carrying them in their store.”
Sisters Sarah and Jennifer, both married to Randall cousins, owned and operated Rawhide’s popular general store. “They’d have to work out a deal with Monsieur Jalbert,” Melissa said. “What I design is his right now.”
“Too bad. If you got my name for the Christmas gift exchange, I sure wouldn’t mind taking a pair off your hands.” She grinned at her cousin.
“Have we drawn names already this year?”
Russ replied, “Yeah. Your mom drew one for you. And I can tell that all the women are going to be hoping you got their name.”
“I might make something for a Christmas present. I am already itching to get back to work.”
“But could you work here?” Tori asked.
Melissa answered carefully. “I can make a few gifts. But as long as I’m under contract with Monsieur Jalbert, I can’t produce any work to sell.”
“And when does your contract expire?” she asked.
“January first,” Melissa confessed. “But don’t mention that to Mom or Dad. They’ll think it might mean I could stay here, but—” She cut off that thought. “We’ll renew my contract as soon as I return.”
Tori was undaunted. She continued to probe. “Why didn’t you renew before you came home?”
Melissa looked down at her coffee, avoiding both Russ and Tori’s gaze as she said, “There wasn’t time. I decided to come home at the last minute.”
Before anyone could comment, they were distracted by two men yelling at each other on the other side of the café. Russ, she noticed, kept a particularly watchful eye on them. The argument got heated and the men stood up, going face-to-face. When one of them picked up a knife, Russ wasted no time. He took out his cell phone and dialed 911.
“There’s a fight at the café,” he said into his phone. “One of the men has a knife,”
“Surely you don’t think they’re really going to fight?” Melissa asked.
“What, they don’t have fights in France?” Russ asked.
Melissa didn’t respond.
“Better safe than sorry,” he stated. Almost as he spoke, one of the men threw the first punch, and in no time they were knocking chairs over as they fought. The knife fell to the floor, but not before it drew blood from its victim.
As the diners looked on, aghast, the café door opened to admit Harry Gowan.
The badge on his winter coat announced that he was a member of the Sheriff’s Office. His actions left no doubt, either. He waded in and stopped the fighting, though he had to take one man to the ground to get him to halt. He called the other man by name and warned him to back off. When he had them both subdued, he called the hospital to alert them that a patient was on the way.
Russ stood. “I’d better help out.” He crossed the room, taking a bunch of napkins to press on the wound of the combatant standing. Harry welcomed his assistance, asking him to escort the man to the hospital, just down the street, while he took the other guy, now in cuffs, to jail.
In a couple of minutes, the normal buzz of conversation was restored, as if nothing had happened.
“Well, that was interesting!” Melissa said in amazement.
“Now you see why everyone in town loves Harry,” Tori said. “In the old days, the deputy might’ve drawn a gun, which would endangered everyone here. But he looks for ways to intervene without that.”
“He’s certainly impressive, but surely sometimes he has to use a gun.”
“Yes, I suppose, but not often. First of all, everyone knows he’s a crack shot. Mike tests his men every month. Secondly, have you seen Harry’s muscles? They’re very impressive.”
“Actually, I have. He was doing some weight lifting when I got to the station.”
Tori’s eyebrows rose once again. “But that was in the men’s facility, right?”
“I didn’t go in,” Melissa hastily said. “I just peeked in to see if I could spot him. And I did. He had his shirt off while he lifted weights.”
Her cousin smiled. “And was it worth the look?”
“Oh, yes,” Melissa said with a sigh. “Unfortunately, the guys got so perturbed that I opened the door to a ‘men’s facility,’ as they kept calling it, that I had no choice but to close it.”
Tori laughed out loud. “Honey, if that story makes its way to your dad, you’ll never hear the end of it!”
“He wasn’t naked.” Instead of saying it in a defensive tone, Melissa wore a small smile, making Tori think she was imagining that very picture.
“It’s a good thing,” she said. “But I think you’ve hit on the problem you’re having with Harry.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you may have embarrassed him. Harry’s a very modest person.”
“Tori, it was just his chest. If we went swimming, I’d see that much of him. That can’t be it.”
“Maybe it’s the way you looked at him that disturbed him.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Melissa said nonchalantly.
“Did you gaze at him as if you were imagining him without the shorts?”
“I did not!” Melissa protested. But her reddening cheeks told a different story.
Tori broke out in laughter. “Maybe you should try for more modesty when you see him at Sunday dinner.”
“Are you sure he’ll be there?”
“I think so. He may even be there for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”
“Oh.” It came out more of a moan than a reply.
As if saving her from further embarrassment, their food was delivered just then, along with Russ’s pie.
“Will Russ come back for this?” Melissa asked.
“If he doesn’t, I’ll get it boxed up and take it back to the office.”
They ate in silence for several minutes, before Tori asked, “Did Camille mention her health problems to you?”
Melissa’s head jerked up. “What are you talking about? Mom’s fine.”
“Okay.” Tori lowered her eyes, staring at her sandwich.
“Don’t brush me off after asking that question. What’s going on with Mom?”
“You really ought to ask Caroline. But it appears Camille will have to have a complete hysterectomy. Apparently she’s asked them to hold off until after you’ve gone.”
“Why does she have to have it? And who will take care of her?”
“I don’t know the answers to those questions. Again, you need to ask Caroline.”
“Will she tell me? Does Dad know?”
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