Perfect Timing by Catherine Anderson

Author:Catherine Anderson [Anderson, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9780451239488
Google: nE4-LgEACAAJ
Amazon: 0451239482
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2013-02-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

As Quincy walked from Clint’s arena back toward the house with his father and brother, he slapped his leather gloves on his jeans to rid them of dust and straw before tucking them over his belt. Clint hit the front veranda steps first, bending to pat Bubba and Billy Bob on their heads as he gained the porch. Frank followed second, and Quincy took the rear, his nostrils already catching the faint but delicious aroma of freshly baked apple pie. His mouth started to water. And wasn’t that a hell of a note? He’d been married to Ceara only a little over a week, and already his taste buds were staging a full-blown rebellion for high-fat foods and sweets.

He stopped to give each of his dogs a good scratch behind the ears. “Followed your lady over here, did you?” Bubba lolled his tongue, his long-nosed face flashing what could only be a blissful grin. Sparing a hand for the other Aussie, Quincy asked, “How’s it going, Billy Bob? You in love with her, too, or just riding shotgun to keep your brother out of trouble?”

Quincy heard Clint open the door that led into the kitchen, the trudge of boots crossing the threshold. He straightened and caught the screen to slip inside right behind his dad. The Harrigan women—all six of them—were a glorious sight gathered around the table, each of them beautiful in her own way. They were giggling like schoolgirls, heads angled forward, voices pitched low, so intent on the exchange that it took them a moment to realize that men had entered the room.

When realization struck, instant silence descended. Shoulders snapped straight, and suspiciously innocent-looking smiles replaced the laughter. As Quincy doffed his hat, he noticed two wine bottles on the table, one already a dead soldier, the other only half-full. Apparently the hen party hadn’t quite ended. He stepped to the coat tree with his brother and dad to hang his Stetson, hoping Ceara would be willing to leave soon. He was hungry for some lunch.

As Quincy turned back toward the table, he got the uncomfortable sense that he had been the main topic of the women’s conversation. A blush rode high on Ceara’s cheeks. His sister Sam’s eyes danced with mischief, and she avoided meeting his gaze. Mandy looked as happy as a barn cat that had just lapped up a whole bowl of cream.

“There they are, our hungry men!” Dee Dee vacated her chair to descend on the refrigerator. “Squeeze over, ladies. I made a second platter of sandwiches and an extra apple pie.”

“Well, butter my ass and call me a biscuit,” Frank said with a laugh. “I told the boys we wasn’t invited and would be lucky if you even saved us some pie.”

Dee Dee rolled her eyes. “You weren’t invited, but that doesn’t mean I intended to let you starve.” She jerked her head toward the downstairs bath. “Go wash up. Coffee’s fresh. We can crack open another bottle of wine if you’re in the mood, or you can swipe one of Clint’s beers.

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