A Wedding in the Family. Susan Fox

gliding across the surface before water resistance slowed it to a stop. By the time it did, he was wading after it.

      Left without an excuse to linger nearby, Lillian turned and strode back to the lawn chair. Rye had apparently not taken his eyes from her the whole time and his calm scrutiny was unnerving. She was too edgy now to sit down.

      “The boy seems quite competent at what he’s doing. I should have realized,” she said, feeling the kind of screaming awkwardness that made her wish she could be more at ease around others.

      Unable to bear the penetrating look Rye was giving her, Lillian glanced away a moment, then reluctantly brought her gaze back to meet his. “I’m certain my presence here might be...is...inconvenient. Surely there’s some sort of hotel or motel in the area.” She hesitated when his dark brows drew together in clear displeasure. “When Rachel returns from Dallas, we could just as easily have our visit there.”

      He was shaking his head before she finished, and one comer of his handsome mouth curled. “I figured you’d at least wait until you actually got hot and dusty and bored, before you started whining to leave.”

      Lillian felt the insult like a slap. The urge to slap back was shockingly strong. “I imagine nearly every place I could go in Texas is hot, dusty and boring, Mr. Parrish, but I never whine. However, I do know when I’m not welcome. If the situation were reversed, you’d do the same.”

      Something dark flared in his eyes and the mocking curl of his mouth tightened. “If the situation were reversed, you’d damn well put up with me until I’d got done what I came to do.”

      “And that’s the difference between us, I suppose,” she said quietly. “The fact that you’re ungracious enough to inflict your cranky disposition on others until you get your way is hardly a surprise. But I don’t behave that way, and I never appreciate putting up with that trait in others.”

      The fact that Rye actually chuckled at her made the color in her face darken. “You might not behave that way, but my guess is you’ve had vast experience putting up with people who do, whether you ‘appreciate’ it or not.”

      Lillian didn’t reply to that. There was no reason to. The man had obviously figured it all out. How could he not? He’d met her sister, and her grandmother had made an especially witchy impression on him over the phone. All in all, there was probably no hope that any of them could ever get along with one another, much less that the friction between her and Rye could ease.

      “Nevertheless, Mr. Parrish, I think it would be better for me to take a room someplace else. I’m certain we’ll both be more comfortable.”

      “Something tells me your granny wouldn’t give a rat’s backside for the comfort of anyone but herself. How will you explain moving to a motel forty miles down the highway when she expects you to be here?”

      Lillian felt her face go hot again. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m afraid that’s my problem.”

      Rye’s fine mouth moved into a smirking line. “Honey, if you can’t put up with me, you sure as hell won’t be able to put up with your little sister when she shows up. She might have been bad before, but in the few weeks she’s been around here, she’s gone downhill.”

      A sick feeling went through her. “What do you mean by... downhill?”

      Rye was watching Lillian closely, had been all along. He saw clearly the flash of anxiety that made her beautiful blue eyes go silver for the tiniest moment. Was her anxiety for her sister or for herself?

      He didn’t let himself be kind. “Unless you can tell me that your sister is normally spiteful and cruel, that she hates kids and animals, and is prone to drink, swear and come on to every male over sixteen who crosses her path, then I’d say she’s gone downhill.”

      He heard Lillian’s shaky intake of breath and saw the sudden pallor that bleached the color from her cheeks. He’d shocked her. She glanced toward Joey, who was playing with his boat. Rye was watching when he saw the nearly imperceptible straightening of her narrow shoulders. Her shock was still there, but under rigid control by the time she turned her head and looked directly at him.