Everything but a Husband. Karen TempletonЧитать онлайн книгу.
person or that tried to draw her into conversation, but since they all knew each other, talk quickly centered on what this or that kid was doing, who got a new car or house, who was expecting a new baby. They didn’t mean to leave her out, she knew. They just had a lot to catch up on. At one point, she searched out Cora, who looked up, waving her over to the handsome older couple at her side. The man’s sharply-honed features looked vaguely familiar, his hair that dark pewter when black hair goes gray; he stood possessively close to a small, fine-boned blonde who looked familiar, too. Galen shook her head “no,” however, indicating she’d meet up with her friend later. Actually, after twenty minutes of being buried in a dozen overlapping conversations, she’d had enough. Besides, cutting turkey with the side of a plastic fork, standing up, was the pits.
She slithered through a knot of laughing Sanfords, filched a plastic knife from the table, then slithered back out to the far less populated entryway, settling with her plate on the next-to-bottom tread of the wide, carpeted stairway hugging one wall. She carefully set her cider-filled plastic “glass” between her and the wall, letting out a long, heartfelt sigh.
“Yeah, that’s about my reaction, too.”
Her head snapped up at the low voice, as her heart simultaneously did an erratic pool-shot number in her chest. She jabbed at a small pile of green beans, trying for nonchalant. “Amazing, the way we keep running into each other.”
Balancing his own plate in one hand, Del awkwardly slid down onto the step beside her. But not too close, she noticed. Next to the banister. Leaving a good four feet between them. “And why do I get the feeling the phrase like a bad penny is in there somewhere?”
“That’s not what I—”
“Joke, honey. Just a joke,” Del said, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Oh. Yes.” She glanced around. “Where’s Wendy?”
“Couldn’t pry her away from the other kids.” He took a sip of the cider. Grimaced.
Galen couldn’t help but smile. “There’s beer out in the garage, I hear.”
“Ah. I wondered.”
He was watching her. She wished he wouldn’t. Was flattered that he was. Well, unless she had marshmallow on her nose or something. She casually lifted her hand to her face to check.
Nope.
On a soft sigh—of relief? terror?—she poked at a chunk of sweet potato, then looked out toward the still-swarming dining room. “So,” she managed over a suddenly trembling everything, “I’m here because of Cora. Obviously. From what I can tell, though, nearly everybody else is family. So how’d you wrangle an invitation?”
“Because I’m part of the everybody else.”
Puzzled, she shook her head, a sweet potato hovering six inches from her mouth.
“I’m family, too. Elizabeth’s mother married my father.”
The couple with Cora! No wonder they both looked familiar. Then, on a soft gasp: “You’re Elizabeth’s step-brother?”
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