Mia Ross - Hometown Family

“And you have to give me something to work with,” she retorted. “I can’t keep this farm and our family on track if you’re going to just do your own thing all the time.”

The rigidity rubbed him the wrong way, but she did have a point. “I’ll do my best,” he promised.

“We all will,” John added, and Lisa nodded enthusiastically.

Relieved at the fairly easy agreement they’d come to, Matt dug into his omelet. Loaded with diced ham and cheddar cheese, it was the scallions that gave away the chef. “Ruthy was here, I see.”

“She brought a huge basket of food just a little while ago,” Marianne answered. “I told her it really wasn’t necessary, but she insisted her boys couldn’t work all day without a proper breakfast.”

“I love that woman,” Lisa said around a mouthful of cranberry muffin.

“Too bad she can’t teach you to cook,” John teased. “Then maybe somebody’d wanna marry you.”

“Plenty of guys want to marry me,” she informed him haughtily. “I just don’t want to marry them.”

“Y’know, there are no knights in shining armor anymore,” he said, only half joking.

“There’s still one around somewhere,” Lisa shot back. “I’ll find him eventually.”

“Good luck, darlin’.”

“Women don’t like nicknames like that,” Matt informed him, carefully avoiding Caty’s gaze. “Makes ’em think you can’t remember their name.”

Lisa pinned him with a suspicious glare. “You do it all the time.”

“Not anymore. I’ve been reformed.”

“By who?” she demanded.

In between bites, he nodded at Caty. “She straightened me out yesterday. Imagine, all these years I’ve been doin’ it wrong.”

John laughed, and Caty sighed. “Sorry, girls. I tried.”

“Takes a brave lady to tell Matt anything,” John said, still chuckling.

“No lack of guts in this one, that’s for sure,” Matt agreed. For some reason, the conversation came to a grinding halt. They could almost hear the squeal of brakes, and Matt flashed a look around the table. “What?”

“Nothing,” Lisa replied quickly, pouring herself some more juice.

Silence seldom reigned in the Sawyer kitchen, but it settled like a weird haze over the normally lively table. Caty jumped in to fill the awkward silence. “Matt, could I ask you a huge favor?”

“Shoot.”

“Could you drop me in town so I can pick up my car and get my stuff?”

“Sure.”

He pushed back his chair to stand, but when Marianne cleared her throat he reluctantly sank back down. He knew what was coming.

“We have some tough days coming up,” she said, looking at each of them in turn. “We’re going to need every bit of strength from everyone in this family to get through them, but I think we all know that won’t be enough.”

She took Lisa’s hand on one side and Caty’s on the other. John reached out for his brother’s hand, and Matt swallowed a groan. “Marianne—”

“You don’t have to believe, but the rest of us do,” she informed him haughtily, her nose actually tilted in the air a little. “As part of this family, I’m asking you to just sit there and keep your mouth shut for thirty seconds.”

In response, Matt folded his hands and rested them on the table in front of him. The others bowed their heads, and he forced himself to stay in his seat. He hated this kind of thing, but out of respect for them he kept quiet. If they needed this, he wouldn’t ruin it for them by reminding them that God had very selective hearing.

“Lord,” Marianne began, “please bless our family with the patience and courage we’ll need to weather this storm. Guide us with Your wisdom and help us do what’s best for all of us. And please,” she added in a quivering voice, “tell our parents we love them.”

As John and Lisa added their own sentiments, a small hand settled over his and gave a little squeeze. Caty hadn’t lifted her head, but he appreciated the kind gesture. Her hand was a distinct contrast to his own. Dainty and polished, it looked vulnerable next to his much larger one.

Then again, he’d learned there was nothing vulnerable about Caty McKenzie. In her own way, she was just as tough as he was. She didn’t back down when she probably should, and she did everything she could for people who needed her. Even when they didn’t deserve it.

When he’d all but begged for her help, he’d fully expected some kind of runaround about it not being her job. Or she wouldn’t have time, or some other excuse. When she’d agreed, a huge weight had lifted from his shoulders, and he’d felt that he could breathe again. There was something about her. More than sympathy, more than kindness, it was something he couldn’t quite define. Then it hit him.

He trusted her.

Wary by nature, it usually took him a long time to trust people, but Caty had earned his confidence in just a few short hours. By refusing to let him push her away, she’d proven she would stand firm when things got hard. That kind of attitude probably came in handy when you dealt with other people’s problems all day long.

He figured it also made her a real handful, which explained why she was single. No man in his right mind would get tangled up with a woman like her. Still, after so many years of relying only on himself, it was nice to know the spunky lawyer had his back.

“Amen,” Marianne finished, the others echoing her in hushed voices.

Matt unfolded his hands to find them white from clenching so hard. He rubbed them together and stood. “Ready when you are, Caty.”

He was halfway out the door when Marianne called his name. Braced for a scolding, he turned back. “What?”

She gave him a smile so rare, he’d forgotten what it looked like. “Thank you.”

Some of the frost between them melted, and he returned the smile. “You’re welcome.”

* * *

When she heard the rock music coming from Matt’s truck stereo, Caty asked to change the station.

“Go ahead,” he replied. “I don’t really hear it anyway.”

She scanned until she found a popular local morning show, and he groaned. “You like country?”

“I like all kinds of music recorded in this century.”

“Perfect.”

“You said you don’t hear it,” she reminded him sweetly. “Would you like me to switch it back?”

“No, it’s fine.”

He did the male version of an eye roll, and she muted a laugh into a smile. When they got to the town square, she had to laugh. “My car looks kind of ridiculous, parked in the middle of nothing like that.”

“Just a little,” he agreed with a faint smile.

Before she could unlock the door, he came around to open it for her. These days, old-fashioned manners were hard to come by, and she’d gotten used to fending for herself. She had to admit, Matt’s chivalrous streak was pretty appealing. As if being darkly handsome and built like an oak tree wasn’t enough, she groused silently.

After she got out, he appraised her MG with an appreciative whistle. “This is one gorgeous car. How’d you get it?”

“My grandfather found it in a junkyard and towed it home with the parts in boxes. He restored it for me as a gift for finishing law school. He died a month later.” Her voice wavered, and she stopped talking. Her life had gone on, but it was still hard to face losing him.

“So it’s more than a set of wheels to you,” Matt said gently.

“A lot more.”

“Yeah, I get that. Never knew a woman that did, though.” Then he gave her a knowing look. “So…what’s the big secret?”

Her heart thudded to a stop. He lived in Charlotte, so it was possible he’d heard about it. Maybe some obscure article had shown up in the newspaper or online. The thought of it made her stomach turn. Falling back on her legal training, she counted to three and stalled.