Diana Palmer - A Long Tall Texan Summer - Tom / Drew / Jobe

She didn’t know that it was jealousy motivating him, that seeing her with Matt that evening had provoked all sorts of doubts about her feelings.

She was getting Sunday dinner when Tom came into the kitchen to ask for cups to go with the carafe of coffee.

“They’re in that cupboard.” With her hands busy making rolls, she had to nod with her head toward the cabinets.

“I’ll get them.”

She kneaded risen dough, trying not to notice how nice he looked in slacks and a dark jacket with a delicately red striped shirt and paisley tie. He wore his hair short and neat but she had fantasies about how he might look with his hair tousled or down around his shoulders like his Native American ancestors…

“Crissy wants to know if you’ll let her come home with me to meet Moose,” he said.

She froze. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking of making up excuses, but she was.

“I know you don’t approve,” he said quietly. “But she’s my child, too.”

She glanced at him worriedly and then away again. “It isn’t that I don’t approve,” she faltered.

He put the cups down and went to stand close behind her. “But you want her to like Matt, is that it?” he demanded.

She whirled. “Whatever made you ask that?”

He searched her wide eyes. “You’re involved with him, aren’t you?” he demanded.

She grimaced. “No, I’m not,” she said through her teeth. “But I wish I were. He’s handsome and sexy and…”

“Experienced,” he said for her, bitterly.

The tone of his voice slowed her down. She looked at him quietly, seeing emotional scars that probably were invisible to most people. They were vivid to her, perhaps because they shared the same sort of past.

“Experience doesn’t make a man,” she replied. “There are many things much more important.”

“Such as?”

“Tenderness,” she said promptly. “The ability to carry on a conversation. Intelligence. A sense of humor.”

He glared down at her. “I suppose Matt has all those qualities,” he said.

“He’s my friend,” she told him. “Only my friend.”

His green eyes narrowed. “And what am I?”

Her heart jumped. She didn’t want to be pinned down with such a question. She turned her attention back to her dough.

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