The Lawman's Romance Lesson by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-01-09T17:07:29+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“I know what you’re doing.”

Unfazed by the knowing tone, Miss Joan casually looked over to her left to see that her step-grandson had entered the diner. Apparently Cash Taylor, one of Forever’s two attorneys, had been quietly observing the interaction between her, the deputy and the high school teacher.

“Running the diner, the way I’ve always been, Cash,” Miss Joan answered, turning back to what she was doing. “No big mystery there.”

“That might be true,” Cash allowed, making himself comfortable on the stool that Shania had just vacated. “But you’re also playing cupid.”

Miss Joan continued to keep her eyes on the two people she’d just sent off to have lunch in the rear booth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, boy,” she informed him. Picking up a cloth, she began to clean a spot on the counter—and then continued rubbing it after the spot had disappeared.

Amused, Cash laughed at Miss Joan’s denial. “I just put the pieces together. Not that they were so difficult to figure out. You sent for Shania and Daniel to come here, knowing that no one would ever ignore a summons from Miss Joan.”

Miss Joan slanted a confident glance at her husband’s grandson, a man she had watched turn into a fine human being after some rocky false starts. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”

“Exactly.” Cash paused in case Miss Joan had anything to add. She didn’t, so he asked her, “Now tell me why you’re playing cupid with these two?” They seemed like an unlikely couple to him.

Miss Joan frowned impatiently. She didn’t like having to explain herself.

“Because, Counselor,” she informed him, “sometimes even smart people are too dumb to see what’s right there in front of their noses. Now, instead of butting into my business, why don’t you have some of Angel’s fine rib-eye steak before you go home to that pretty little wife of yours?” It was more of an order than a suggestion.

Cash inclined his head and said in a pseudo-docile voice, “Yes, Grandma.”

Miss Joan looked at him sharply. “You mind your mouth, boy. It might serve you well when you’re in court, but I require a more respectful tone from the people who walk through those doors. Even from you.”

Amused, Cash pressed his lips together, doing his best to suppress a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

Miss Joan nodded her approval. “That’s better,” she told him, then stopped wiping the counter.

Any other questions he might have had, Cash kept to himself.

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