Suddenly Home. Loree Lough

Читать онлайн.
Название Suddenly Home
Автор произведения Loree Lough
Жанр Короткие любовные романы
Серия Mills & Boon Love Inspired
Издательство Короткие любовные романы
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781472021496



Скачать книгу

old guy, don’t I?”

      “At sixty-seven, you’re younger than me!”

      Laughing, Uncle Dave stuck out his elbow. “Will you do me the honor, young lady, of accompanying me to the Ladies’ Auxiliary brunch?”

      She stuck her nose in the air and feigned a British accent. “Why, thank you, kind suh. Don’t mind if I do.”

      Laughing, they walked arm in arm into the church basement. Immediately Taylor spotted Alex, standing across the room, hands in his pockets and smiling at her. Heart hammering, she felt the corners of her mouth automatically lifting as he headed toward her.

      “What’re you doing here?” he asked.

      “We’re here for the brunch. And you?”

      “Same.”

      From the corner of her eye Taylor noticed her uncle’s strained expression. She faced him. “Uncle Dave, this is Alex Van Buren, the man whose suitcase got mixed up with mine at the airport.”

      “David Griffith,” he said, a thin smile on his face as he grasped the hand of the taller, younger man. “Thanks for saving my girl a trip to BWI.”

      Alex shook his hand. “Was my pleasure, sir.”

      “So,” David said, “you two were in Ireland at the same time?”

      He nodded. “I spent three weeks there, all by my lonesome. One of the best experiences of my life.”

      Why did she get the feeling the accent was on lonesome? “Three weeks?” Taylor echoed. “Isn’t that odd? I was there for two….”

      “With a tour group?” Alex asked as her uncle’s eyes narrowed.

      She shook her head. “Nope. I rented a car and drove the west coast, from the southernmost point to the northernmost, then along the Northern Ireland border, back to the airport in Shannon.”

      Alex’s eyebrows rose. “Alone?”

      “Sure. Why not?”

      “’Cause it’s dangerous for a woman to travel alone.”

      Taylor noticed that her uncle’s expression changed from suspicious to admiring. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at both men.

      “It’s the only way to travel,” she insisted. “Especially if you don’t like doing typical touristy things.”

      From the front of the dining hall Pastor Barnes clapped his hands, interrupting all conversation. “Hello, everybody…everybody?” he hollered. “Let’s take a moment for the word of God, shall we?”

      Like everyone else in the room, Uncle Dave lowered his head. “A moment, ha!” he whispered to Taylor. “If there’s anything hot on the food table, it’ll be stone-cold by the time he—”

      Taylor wrapped his hand in hers, gave a gentle squeeze. “Uncle Dave…” she said around a grin.

      “Well, it’s true,” he insisted.

      Alex crouched near Uncle Dave’s ear. “No problem. I hear there’s a new microwave in the kitchen….”

      The minister raised his hands just then, and thanked the good women of the parish who’d prepared the food, the youth group for setting up the tables and chairs, the men’s club for volunteering to clean up afterward. He gave thanks to God for a lovely summery day.

      “Wonder why preachers never get laryngitis,” Uncle Dave muttered.

      “They pray for strong vocal cords?” was Alex’s answer.

      “Honestly.” Taylor sighed as their shoulders lurched with laughter. “You two are worse than a couple of rowdy boys. You’re going to get us—”

      A red-taloned hand reached from behind and rested on Taylor’s shoulder. “Shh!” came the angry demand. “If you can’t show any respect for the pastor, at least show a little for the Lord!”

      Taylor narrowed her eyes at her uncle, then at Alex. “Just wait,” she mouthed as the pastor said his final, booming “Amen!”

      “Think I’m gonna get into line,” Uncle Dave said, “before all the potato salad is gone.” Nodding, he grinned at Taylor. “You know it’s always the first thing to go.”

      “Maybe this year,” she said quietly, wiggling her eyebrows and grinning, “it’ll be the second thing to go….”

      Alex laughed. “Good to meet you, Mr. Griffith.”

      “Dave,” he corrected. “Good meeting you, too.” And with that, he was gone.

      Alex cleared his throat. “If you can tell me who the red-nailed lady was, I’ll explain, save your good name.”

      Shrugging, Taylor waved his offer away. “Mrs. Abernathy is always looking for reasons to scold people. The way I see it, the three of us made her day.” Pausing, she tilted her head. “Say…I didn’t know you were a member of Resurrection parish.”

      “I’m not. But my mother is.”

      “Really? Who’s your mother? Maybe I know her.”

      “If you didn’t know her, I’d be surprised.” He pointed at an attractive white-haired woman across the way. “She’s the president of the ladies’ auxili—”

      “Helen Martin? But your name is—”

      “My father passed away a long time ago, and Mom remarried.”

      “Small world.” Then, tilting her head the other way, she raised one eyebrow, remembering that Mrs. Martin had joined the church just over a year ago. “Why haven’t we seen you at services before?”

      He clamped his teeth together, as if suddenly something had made him angry. Very angry. “I’ve been away for a while.” Just as suddenly, the friendly smile returned. “And now I’m back.” He shrugged.

      She wondered where he’d been. How long he’d been gone. Why he’d been gone. And what, exactly, had inspired his return home. The questions must have been apparent on her face, because Alex said, “It’s a long, boring story. Suffice it to say my hitch in the navy is over, and I’m grounded now, in more ways than one.”

      Grounded? Did that mean he’d been a pilot? He’d been grinning when he said it, but she couldn’t help but notice the smile never quite made it to his eyes. Taylor could almost picture him in a flight suit, standing beside a sleek airplane, helmet under his arm and—

      “Why don’t we join your uncle in line. I think he may be right. That potato salad seems to be goin’ mighty fast.”

      He offered her his arm, and just as Taylor moved to take it, Mable Jensen grabbed her elbow. “Taylor! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come with me, dear, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

      Alex’s smile dimmed as Mable whisked her away, and he sent the same two-fingered salute he’d sent her in the airport tunnel. She looked away for only an instant, then turned back to ask him to save her a seat.

      But in that instant he’d disappeared.

      Chapter Two

      Alex waited half an hour for Taylor to come back. He sat at the end of a long table, one arm slung over the back of the folding chair beside his own. “Sorry,” he told anyone who showed interest in the empty seat, “this one’s taken.”

      Once it sank in that she wouldn’t be joining him for the meal, he wolfed down his stone-cold food. The level of his disappointment made no sense, especially considering he’d spent, what, ten minutes in her company? Maybe this was the reason he’d always been partial to tall, blue-eyed blondes…because it was less disappointing when they didn’t show up?

      Maybe, except, what was this?

      This