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Authors: Victoria Laurie
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have my own opinion, and then we end up arguing.”
Dutch looked affronted. “For the record, I don’t just say yes to all her ideas.”
“Right. Keep telling yourself that.”
Dutch dug into his pocket and pulled out a coin. Flipping it into the air, he said, “Call it.”
I smiled sweetly while I pointed my radar right at thatshiny silver coin. He caught the quarter and slapped it onto the top of his wrist, looking up at me expectantly. “Heads,” I said with a satisfied sigh. “Have a good time with Cat, cowboy.”
Dutch lifted his hand to take a peek at the coin. “Damn! Best two out of three?” he asked (a bit desperately, I thought).
I moved back over to my own lounge chair. “We could do this all night, sugar, and I’d still win.” For effect I tapped my temple and winked at him.
“Son of a bitch!” he swore again. “Forgot about the radar.”
“It works for rock, paper, scissors too, just in case you’re thinking of changing it up.”
Dutch muttered under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest moodily. “Fine, I’ll take Cat, but if I get
one
more call from Dave looking for you, the deal’s off, got it?”
I gave him a smart salute just as my stomach growled. My appetite had returned.
Dutch’s left eyebrow arched. “Didn’t you eat?”
“Nope. You?”
“Nope,” he said, getting up with Eggy still cuddled in his jacket. He came to my chair and offered me his hand. “Come on, hot stuff. Let’s find a place that allows dogs on the patio. You can buy me dinner.”
“Least I can do,” I said, wincing as I got to my feet and Dutch handed me my cane. “But let’s not stay out too late tonight. Candice is picking me up at eight a.m.”
“No time for nooky, huh?” he asked with a bounce to his eyebrows.
I gave him a mischievous smile. “Maybe we should order dinner to go?”
Reaching for the sleepy Tuttle, Dutch winked at me and said, “Now you’re talking.”
C andice pulled into my driveway promptly at eight a.m. Tired as I was—Dutch and I had been up late…uh…playing Parcheesi (cough, cough)—I knew that I had to get out fast because my sister was on her way over. I could sense that her imminent arrival was just minutes away.
I felt bad about not warning Dutch, who was dragging a little himself and already on his second cup of coffee. But I was worried that if I let him know Cat was headed our way, he’d do what I was doing—bolt for them thar hills.
I knew that eventually Cat would catch up to both of us, and because of my cane, I also knew that Dutch could easily outrun me. It wasn’t that I
somewhat
doubted he’d be true to his word and take Cat off my hands. I
completely
doubted it. She could test the patience of a sainted saint’s saintly mother.
“Hit it!” I said once I’d made it into Candice’s car.
My sidekick floored it and we zoomed down the street. “Does your sister have your new address?” she asked me.
“You mean the one to the new house?” Candice nodded. “No. We haven’t even shown her where it is yet. I mean, you know how she can be. She’ll see the house isn’t finished, and she’ll start ordering us around like we work for her, and telling the construction crew how to do their jobs, and pretty soon we’ll have a house that looks just like one that Cat built.”
“Maybe you guys should move and not tell her,” Candice said seriously.
“Yeah. We’ve talked about that. I’m thinking of telling her the mail doesn’t get delivered to our new address and offering her a PO box instead.”
Candice snickered. “Do you know she sent me so many e-mails of all the ideas she’s thinking of for your wedding that I had to change my e-mail address?”
“I’m so sorry,” I said sincerely. My sister always got her way, mostly because she wore the opposition down to a tired, battered nub. Well, she was Dutch’s problem now. Which reminded me…I picked up my phone and sorted through the contacts to Dave’s
Dutch looked affronted. “For the record, I don’t just say yes to all her ideas.”
“Right. Keep telling yourself that.”
Dutch dug into his pocket and pulled out a coin. Flipping it into the air, he said, “Call it.”
I smiled sweetly while I pointed my radar right at thatshiny silver coin. He caught the quarter and slapped it onto the top of his wrist, looking up at me expectantly. “Heads,” I said with a satisfied sigh. “Have a good time with Cat, cowboy.”
Dutch lifted his hand to take a peek at the coin. “Damn! Best two out of three?” he asked (a bit desperately, I thought).
I moved back over to my own lounge chair. “We could do this all night, sugar, and I’d still win.” For effect I tapped my temple and winked at him.
“Son of a bitch!” he swore again. “Forgot about the radar.”
“It works for rock, paper, scissors too, just in case you’re thinking of changing it up.”
Dutch muttered under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest moodily. “Fine, I’ll take Cat, but if I get
one
more call from Dave looking for you, the deal’s off, got it?”
I gave him a smart salute just as my stomach growled. My appetite had returned.
Dutch’s left eyebrow arched. “Didn’t you eat?”
“Nope. You?”
“Nope,” he said, getting up with Eggy still cuddled in his jacket. He came to my chair and offered me his hand. “Come on, hot stuff. Let’s find a place that allows dogs on the patio. You can buy me dinner.”
“Least I can do,” I said, wincing as I got to my feet and Dutch handed me my cane. “But let’s not stay out too late tonight. Candice is picking me up at eight a.m.”
“No time for nooky, huh?” he asked with a bounce to his eyebrows.
I gave him a mischievous smile. “Maybe we should order dinner to go?”
Reaching for the sleepy Tuttle, Dutch winked at me and said, “Now you’re talking.”
C andice pulled into my driveway promptly at eight a.m. Tired as I was—Dutch and I had been up late…uh…playing Parcheesi (cough, cough)—I knew that I had to get out fast because my sister was on her way over. I could sense that her imminent arrival was just minutes away.
I felt bad about not warning Dutch, who was dragging a little himself and already on his second cup of coffee. But I was worried that if I let him know Cat was headed our way, he’d do what I was doing—bolt for them thar hills.
I knew that eventually Cat would catch up to both of us, and because of my cane, I also knew that Dutch could easily outrun me. It wasn’t that I
somewhat
doubted he’d be true to his word and take Cat off my hands. I
completely
doubted it. She could test the patience of a sainted saint’s saintly mother.
“Hit it!” I said once I’d made it into Candice’s car.
My sidekick floored it and we zoomed down the street. “Does your sister have your new address?” she asked me.
“You mean the one to the new house?” Candice nodded. “No. We haven’t even shown her where it is yet. I mean, you know how she can be. She’ll see the house isn’t finished, and she’ll start ordering us around like we work for her, and telling the construction crew how to do their jobs, and pretty soon we’ll have a house that looks just like one that Cat built.”
“Maybe you guys should move and not tell her,” Candice said seriously.
“Yeah. We’ve talked about that. I’m thinking of telling her the mail doesn’t get delivered to our new address and offering her a PO box instead.”
Candice snickered. “Do you know she sent me so many e-mails of all the ideas she’s thinking of for your wedding that I had to change my e-mail address?”
“I’m so sorry,” I said sincerely. My sister always got her way, mostly because she wore the opposition down to a tired, battered nub. Well, she was Dutch’s problem now. Which reminded me…I picked up my phone and sorted through the contacts to Dave’s
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