The Cowboy's Secret Baby: BWWM Cowboy Pregnancy Romance (Young Adult First Time Billionaire Steamy African American)

Author:Christin Jensen [Jensen, Christin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Enchanted Press
Published: 2015-07-10T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

While Farris was suffering his deepest depression, Terry McGee was very surprised to see him answer the business office phone one night. Farris spoke briefly into the receiver and then hung up, turning to McGee.

“That was Clarice’s natural father,” he explained, as though communication was normal for him. “Pirtle’s in Lexington and plans to drive down tomorrow afternoon. We are to expect a purple Chrysler.”

McGee winced. “Either he got to the rental counter late, or else he wants to make sure we recognize him and let him in. Did he say what he wants?”

“I imagine he wants us to put our heads together to establish a suitable estate for my son,” Farris replied, with more energy than he had shown among humans for ages. “The man is a trust officer; he does estate planning. – I’ll be glad to be doing something positive for a change.”

“I was glad to hear the man had got in touch with his daughter,” McGee remarked. “She really needed that piece of her past to help make her a whole person.”

Farris laughed shortly. “Why do you think I’ve been reading my parents’ old diaries and letters? I’ve started to realize I need to be a whole person, too.”

“Your problem was that neither of your parents had any siblings or much in the way of relatives,” McGee agreed. “There was nobody to pass down the memories. I hadn’t realized until you got started with that psychiatrist fellow how important those damn things are. – Dina and I tried to do our best by you, but there was so much we didn’t know.”

“Knowing your ancestry seems to be a bit of a mania here in the South,” Farris remarked, “but I’ve realized it has its uses. – The trouble is, most people can’t imagine their parents were ever young people.”

“Isn’t it the truth?” McGee stood and stretched. “And sometimes we don’t bother to ask questions until it’s already too late.

John Pirtle and the rented purple Chrysler arrived promptly at 2:00 PM the following afternoon. “Lord have mercy!” Dina McGee exclaimed as she started for the front door. “I’d know those brown eyes and that chin anywhere!”

To break the ice between the two men, Farris offered to take John Pirtle on a tour of the stables.

“Just show me little Courier,” Pirtle declared. “He’s all my daughter talks about. - Apparently he used to come and sit on her front porch.”

“Courier’s full grown now,” Farris answered, “and I’ll be glad to call him to the pasture fence. – Honestly, it’s hard to look at him these days without thinking of Clarice. Did she ever tell you about the time we both sat with him through a spell of colic?”

“Clarice doesn’t talk about things that happened up here,” Pirtle told him, “except to mention the horses.” He looked over at Farris, sizing him up. “I saw a drawing of you with some of the horses in one of her sketchbooks.”

Farris flushed. “If it’s that sketch of me with Bolivia and baby Courier, I’d love to possess it.

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