âThe same Christie you mentioned earlier?â
âYes, the motel owner and my partner. Didnât I mention that sheâs Calâs wife?â He slowed the truck.
Amandaâs eyes widened just a bit and she swallowed. âNo, you didnât mention that,â she answered in a very neutral tone. âIs everyone related around here?â
âNot everyone,â he answered. âFor example, Iâm not related to Christie or Cal.â
âThank goodness for that,â Amanda murmured as he pulled near the house. Now that was an odd thing to say!
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T HERE WERE TWO HOUSES on the Rocking C. Amanda wasnât sure why, but she assumed the older one was the house where her mother used to live with the boys and her husband, and the newly built one was probably where her brother Cal and his family lived now.
Someone had money. The oversize two-story house was a combination native limestone, brick and wood. It was large, with a turret, big windows and heavy double front doors. While the older house had very little landscaping, this one had shrubs and flowers defined by a limestone border, and a real yard covering the slight hill. A womanâs touch, Amanda assumed.
She turned her attention back to the light brick and wood one-story ranch style home. âThis house is older, isnât it?â
âYes, thatâs where Cal and Troy grew up. The new place was just finished last year. Christie worked with an architect to get what she wanted. Like I said before, she has excellent taste and knows quality.â
âYes, I can see that. Is anyone living in the original house now?â
âNo, I donât think so.â Leo put his arm across the back of the seat and studied her, his brow slightly furrowed beneath a swirl of golden hair. âWhy, are you looking for a place to rent? I donât think Cal would be interested. His brother, Troy, and his wife, Raven, stay at the old house when they visit.â
âNo, I didnât mean that I was interested for myself. Itâs just thatâ¦well, itâs still a nice house and it seems a shame that itâsâ¦abandoned.â
Leoâs face revealed his confusion. Darn it, sheâd asked too many questions. Made too many comments. But sheâd felt such an affinity for the older house, the onewhere her mother had lived for years with her husband and sons before sheâd fled.
If only her mother had told everyone the truth about the daughter sheâd given birth to in Arkansas and left there with her parents to raise, they could have lived together in this house. Maybe things would have been tense at first, but Amanda was pretty sure they could have worked out their problems.
After all, thatâs what families did. Mentally stable people in families, she corrected herself.
âSo, you want to see the chickens?â
âOh, sure.â
Leo put the truck in gear and drove around the house toward the barn. On the right side of the gravel drive was an area fenced with small gauge wire and wooden railings. A big flock of chickens pecked and scratched at the brown clumps of grass, and when they heard the truck, some of them extended their wings and ran faster than Amanda thought possible across the pasture.
âThose are speedy chickens.â
âThey donât know my truck.â
âAre you telling me theyâre smart enough to know the difference between one truck and another?â
âMaybe. Did you ever see the animated flick Chicken Run ?â he asked as he headed toward a pasture fenced in heavy planks. âNo.â
âVery funny movie, especially if you like the Steve McQueen classic, The Great Escape. You should come up some night. I have both on DVD. I make a mean bag of popcorn, and I love to discuss movies.â
As much as sheâd enjoy seeing Leoâs condoâand more of Leoâshe didnât have the luxury of a movienight. âIâm only