Hurricane Season by Lauren K. Denton

Author:Lauren K. Denton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2018-02-20T05:00:00+00:00

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Ty

Tropical Storm Dawn has made a sharp curve to the north, heading north/northeast at 40 mph. It is expected to continue on this track over the next 2–3 days. Residents of the central Gulf Coast should take proper precautions in the event Dawn gains speed.

The radio spit out Dawn’s coordinates as Ty opened the gate for the remaining forty cows to exit the barn. When the last one trailed out, swishing her tail as if waving good-bye, he grabbed the water hose. Aiming it at the floor of the milking parlor, he turned the faucet on full blast.

To his right, fifteen curious faces pressed up against the wide window of the observation room. A group of YMCA summer campers had come early today to watch the milking. They were the second field trip this week, which was probably a good thing. Something to distract Addie and Walsh from the fact that their mom did not, in fact, show up as she was supposed to with their promised treats and a ride back home to Nashville.

As soon as Betsy sat back down in church on Sunday after receiving the phone call, he knew something was wrong. She filled him in as they made the girls’ lunches after church. Ty took a deep breath to keep his anger in check.

“Did you ask her when she’s coming back?”

“I couldn’t ask her. It was a voice mail.”

“Did you try calling her back?”

“Of course I did. She didn’t answer. Or it didn’t go through. Or something.”

Ty laughed low. “Of course she calls you while you’re in church. Where else would you be at eleven thirty on a Sunday morning? Leaving a quick message is much easier than explaining yourself.” He dragged his hand through his hair.

“I don’t think she purposely called while we were in church.”

He gave her a look and rolled his eyes.

“You’re not getting mad at me, are you? This is not my fault.”

Their whispers had grown harsh—not what he intended, but he couldn’t help himself. With one call to the Betsy Franklin Rescue Service, Jenna was off the hook. Again.

“I know it’s not your fault. I just don’t like the way she uses us. Uses you.”

“I’m her sister, Ty. I don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you do. You do have a choice, though it looks like you’re dead set against using it.” He stood from his kitchen stool. “Let’s go talk to them then.” They had to tell the girls something. Well, mainly Addie. Walsh seemed happy as a clam no matter what she was doing, but Addie was sensitive. Aware. Betsy had wanted to make it sound simple, like Jenna’s car broke down or she had to make an extra stop before coming back, but Ty pushed for the truth.

“I can’t tell them I don’t know when she’s coming back,” Betsy said.

Ty nodded at Addie, whose face was pressed up against the window in the living room, watching the driveway. “Twenty bucks says she’ll know you’re lying.”

Finally, Betsy told them Jenna just needed some more time.

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