A Father's Second Chance. Mindy Obenhaus

me,” Emma was quick to inject.

      Out of the corner of her eye, Celeste saw Gage walk past the front windows.

      He held the door open for Rose Daniels and Florence Griffin. “Ladies.”

      The two elderly women were always first in on enchilada night. Although Celeste wasn’t sure if either one of them actually believed themselves to be elderly. They had more spunk and spirit than people half their age.

      “Good evening, ladies.” She snagged two menus from beside the cash register.

      “You can put those away, Celeste.” Rose, Blakely’s grandmother and one of Granny’s best friends, approached the counter. “Florence and I know exactly what we want.”

      “Gage, these girls of yours are growing like weeds.” Florence fluffed her silvery hair, her hazel eyes bouncing between Cassidy and Emma.

      “They sure are.” Gage took off his ball cap and ran a hand through his dark hair. “I don’t suppose you ladies could give me any pointers on how to prevent that, could you?”

      Both women chuckled.

      “Just enjoy them while you can,” said Florence.

      “It was hard to tell you two youngsters from the big girls at Taryn’s wedding.” Rose’s smile reached her warm blue eyes as she regarded the girls. “Did you like getting all dressed up?”

      “Yes, ma’am,” said Cassidy.

      “I likeded the cake best.” Leave it to Emma to speak her mind.

      Celeste tucked the menus back in their place and followed the women to their usual booth at the center window, so they wouldn’t miss anything that might happen outside. “Two enchilada platters then?”

      Rose unwrapped the silverware from her napkin, her gaze flitting toward the counter. “Gage always was a handsome one. And there’s nothing quite as attractive as a loving father.” She looked up at Celeste, the corner of her mouth lifted. “Wouldn’t you agree?”