Lone Star Holiday

His cotton polo shirt fit just right over his broad shoulders and tucked neatly into his jeans. In silence, he stared down at them. Celeste jumped to her feet, her small body mirroring her father’s stance as she fisted both hands on her hips.

Lorrie Ann squirmed, feeling like a kid caught skipping school. “Oh, it’s all right. I saw her and called her down. I...um...finished—” she waved her hand in circles “—you know...praying.”

He raised one eyebrow and grinned at her, probably amused about her stumbling over words he used all the time.

“Daddy, Rainbow almost came to me. You scared him away.” She looked back into the river, searching the clear deep water for the fish.

He crouched down, balancing on his heels. He rested one hand on Celeste’s shoulder and brought his gaze to rest on Lorrie Ann’s face. “Are you sure she’s not bothering you?”

For a minute she couldn’t breathe, feeling lost in his eyes, but she managed to shake her head.

“Well, then I’m heading out. Are y’all good for the day? Need anything before I leave?”

Lorrie Ann gave a quick nod, still unable to speak.

“Give me a hug, monkey.” He held his arms open.

Celeste leaped at him, kissing his cheek. “Love you, Daddy. Hurry back.”

“We’ll be back for dinner. See you then, Lorrie Ann.” He flashed another heart-stopping smile and then headed up the stairs. Her gaze stayed locked on him as he bounded up the steps, two at a time.

“Do you like Daddy?” Celeste had flopped back on her belly, hanging her chin over the edge of the platform.

Lorrie Ann shot a startled frown at the back of the little girl’s head. “What do you mean?”

Celeste twisted back around and wrinkled her nose. “A lot of ladies at the church look funny at Daddy, the way you just did.” She threw a small rock into the water. “Some of them said I need a mom.” She threw another rock. “Rachel says they’re just busybodies wanting to marry Daddy and we don’t like them.” Jumping to her feet, she started gathering some more small rocks. “You’re fun. If you wanted to be my mommy I wouldn’t be mad. Rachel might be, though.”

The bottom of her stomach fell. The thought of being anyone’s mother horrified her.

Celeste started tossing the rocks sideways. “Rachel knows how to skip rocks. Daddy told me to keep practicing and I’d get it.” She wrapped her fingers around another rock, her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

Lorrie Ann held her breath as she watched the rock fly. With a slight skip, it bounced back up once before dropping under the water. A huge smile filled her face.

Screaming, Celeste turned to Lorrie Ann, jumping up and down. “I did it! I did it! Did you see?”

Lorrie Ann laughed and clapped her hands. “Yeah! That was awesome, Celeste!”

As she twirled in circles, the little girl’s ponytail swung out. “I skipped a rock!”

Out of breath, Maggie appeared at the top of the stairs. “Lorrie Ann? Celeste? Is everyone all right? What happened?”

Lorrie Ann laughed aloud, her smile feeling too large for her face. “Celeste skipped a rock!”

“I did! I did, Aunt Maggie! It skipped right over the water just like Rachel’s and Daddy’s.” She squeezed her hands together in front of her, her body trembling.

“Celeste, you scared me half to death. If you two are going to make cookies for tonight, you had better get up here. No more lollygagging.” With those words, she turned and disappeared.

“What do you say? Ready to go up and make those cookies?” Lorrie Ann dusted off a bit of gravel and leaves from her black cropped pants.

“Please don’t tell Daddy. I want to surprise him.”

“No problem, rug rat. Um...and you won’t mention anything about the funny way I looked at him, right? I don’t want him or Rachel to worry.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the thought of her, married to a small-town pastor.

Celeste pulled her out of the altered universe when she grabbed her hand, looking at her as if she’d gone crazy. She snorted. Crazy was a good word for her life.

“It’s okay, Miss Lorrie Ann. Daddy says gossiping about people is hurtful. I won’t tell your secret.”

With that, the rug rat skipped up the stairs.

Great—the only thing between her and complete humiliation was a precocious six-year-old.

Chapter Six

As Lorrie Ann approached the kitchen later that evening, she faltered a moment and took a deep breath, willing the knot in her stomach to ease. With her best let’s-do-lunch smile, she tossed her hair back and stepped through the archway, one high-heeled boot at a time.

She had spent thirty minutes changing into and out of clothes. In the end, she’d put on her Los Angeles armor.

Reaching out with both hands, she greeted her cousin. “Yolanda! It’s been so long.”

Yolanda’s dark green eyes widened and for a second her mouth dropped open as her gaze took in the burgundy leggings and the silk blouse. But then again, Lorrie Ann thought, her cousin’s surprise might have something to do with the five-inch brown leather boots that covered her knees.

Yolanda pushed the loose ends of her hair from her face, trying to adjust her ponytail.

Yolanda had taken after her dad in height and stood about seven inches taller than Lorrie Ann. Because of the boots, they almost met eye to eye.

“Oh, wow, L.A., you look—” Yolanda stepped forward into a quick hug “—great. It’s been so long.”

Maggie joined them. “Now, Lorrie Ann, I told you this was a casual family dinner.” Her gentle voice had an unusual sharp edge. “Why did you get all dressed up?”

“This?” Lorrie Ann ran her hand over her silk shirt. “It’s my first family dinner in twelve years.” She gave Yolanda a tight smile.

Yolanda bit her lip. “Excuse me. I need to clean up.” With a glare to Lorrie Ann, she brushed past her and headed down the hallway to her old room.

Turning back to the kitchen, Lorrie Ann met Aunt Maggie’s dark eyes. The smirk fell from her face, and she felt as if she had been caught stealing Uncle Billy’s last cookie.

“What?” With her arms crossed, Lorrie Ann suppressed the need to squirm under her aunt’s scrutiny. “I didn’t do anything.” She gave a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. Okay, so I have officially reverted to an insecure teenage girl. “People expect me to be a certain way, you know, coming from Los Angeles and all.”

“Mija, if you give people a chance, they will like the real you.”

Lorrie Ann turned away from the gentle look in Aunt Maggie’s eyes. Why did guilt feel so heavy and ugly?

She moved to the stove. “I’ll finish warming the tortillas.” As she flipped the tortillas, she heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Celeste came rushing into the kitchen from outside.

The screen door slammed back as the hurricane of energy swirled into the room. “Lorrie Ann! Aunt Maggie! Rachel has her cast! It’s purple.”

“Hey, rug rat. Slow down.”

“Rachel’s so slow because she has to walk on the crutches and won’t let Daddy help her. Aunt Maggie, Uncle Billy said to bring him the veggies.”