Adopted Son by Warren Linda

Author:Warren, Linda [Warren, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2007-07-31T21:00:00+00:00

GRACE SLID INTO HER CAR and glanced at her watch. Seven o’clock! She’d completely lost track of time. She needed to call Tuck. It seemed she’d been waiting her whole life for this date and she couldn’t miss it. Damn. She fished her phone out of her purse. What was Tuck’s cell number? Think. Think. She didn’t know it. Double damn.

Wait. He’d called her this morning so it would be on her caller ID. She flipped open her phone and searched her calls. Yes. There it was. She quickly punched in the number.

She started her car and drove out of the parking lot. “Hi, Tuck,” she said when he answered. “I haven’t stood you up if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just running late.”

“Where are you? I can meet you.”

“I’m headed toward I-35. Oh, no.”

“What is it?”

“A highway patrolman is following me.”

“Is he stopping you?”

“I don’t…no, he’s passing me. Whew, that was close.”

“Where are you?”

She gave him her location.

“You can meet me at The Broken Spoke.” He gave her directions. “It’s a country dance hall—best dancing in Austin. Wait for me in the parking lot.”

“Okay.” She followed his directions and soon pulled into the graveled parking lot of The Broken Spoke—a big red barn with a large oak tree out front. And, of course, there was a wagon wheel with a broken spoke resting against the tree. Wagon wheels also adorned the long front porch and each side of the sign at the top of the building.

There was a very old broken-down bus with a Lone Star Beer sign painted on the side. Next to the bus was an ancient oil rig. She’d never been here and she had no idea what the bus and rig were about.

The marquee advertised the name of a band playing tonight. The place looked rustic and couples were going in, arm in arm. They were all dressed in jeans and boots. She had on a dress. Oh, well, she’d make the best of it. She wasn’t missing this date. She grabbed her purse, searching for her makeup.

Flipping on the light, she studied herself in the mirror. She looked tired, worried and a little excited. Her face was flushed and her hair resembled a bush, the wind doing a number on it at the lake. No one seemed to notice this at the hospital.

A car swung into the spot beside her. Charley, the firm’s P.I., got out. He’d found her. She pushed a button to roll down her window.

“Good evening, Ms. Whitten.” Charley bent to speak to her. In his early sixties, Charley was balding and about twenty pounds overweight. “Your father would like to speak to you.”

“Charley.” She heaved a deep sigh. “We’re not going to play games. I’ve spoken to my father and he knows how I feel. If he wants to continue the conversation, then I’ll be at my apartment in the morning. But tonight that conversation is not happening.” She touched the button and the window went up.

Charley saluted and went back to his vehicle.

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