Texas Rich by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Family, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents, Coleman family (Fictitious characters)
ISBN: 9780345335401
Publisher: Ballantine
Published: 1985-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Thad had all he could do to keep a straight face. He walked over to the Red Cross truck, handed the driver a map, and bent through the window to give him Moss's instructions.

The burly corporal stared at Thad a minute. "You son of a bitch, you been standing here for three hours and you knew all along whose stuff this was and where it was supposed to go and you never said a word. You navy punks stink. Why didn't you say something?"

"I didn't know the password and I can't whistle. Would you have believed me?"

"Guess not. This stuff is like gold. Okay, sorry I blew up at you, but I still think you navy guys stink."

"Oh, yeah?" Thad growled. "Buzz off, buddy. And I outrank you, so lets not bring it to a test. Move it! Corporal!"

"Yes sir!" the corporal said, smartly saluting. The minute Thad's back was turned the smart salute was minus four fingers.

Billie watched the hectic preparations for the barbecue. She could tell that Moss was irritated to the point where he was going to do or say something hunful to the slow-moving Phillip. "Yes sir, Mr. Moss, sir, wikiwiki. Cow is big difference from pig. Pig is easy to roast. Cow much meat. Much more heavier. You have two cows. Much work. No help. You bring more help we move wikiwiki.''

"Steer. It's a steer," Moss said in exasperation. "More help is on the way. Let's get this spit going and we can set up the other one on the beach. I don't see what the big problem is. Roasting a pig is the same principle as a steer. The only difference is you put an apple in the pig's mouth. You want an apple in this steer's mouth, you have my permission."

"Apple too small. Maybe pineapple. Stupid you no want luau. In Hawaii you have luau. We not make"—he searched his mind for the words Moss had repeated over and over to him—"Tukas barkut."

"Texas barbecue." Moss grimaced. Billie giggled behind her hand. Secretly she had to agree with Phillip. A luau would have been so much simpler.

It was three o'clock in the morning and Billie was tired. All she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep in Moss's arms. But Moss, she knew, had no thoughts of sleep. He was going to supervise until it was time to leave for the base at five-thirty. How he could devote all his attention and energy to this ridiculous cookout was beyond her. Phillip was literally falling

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