“Um…yeah,” I said.
“Yes,” Mom told Tex.
“Well, all right!”Tex bellowed.“Boy’s as big as a house,built tough as a tank and heain’tno chatterbox.He’s over, I don’tgottalisten to him blather onabout a play-by-play of the last Broncos game while I’mwatchin’me a Bruce Lee film.Tell Lottie I approve.”
I nearly giggled, even though I had no idea who made himlisten to a play-by-play of the last Broncos game.All of the Hot Bunch wereBroncos fans.But none of them were men to hang at Tex and Mom’s house withtheir one hundred and fifty cats.
Though, I had a feeling they’d dig on Bruce Lee films.
“Tex approves,” Mom told me.
“Great,” I replied, now with a smile in my voice.
“I still haven’t met him yet, Lottie,” she warned.
Mom was going toloveMo.
“You will Sunday,” I reminded her.“Now about Carla.”
“Text us her address, honey.We’ll head over there assoon’swe’re dressed.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I murmured.
“Anytime, darlin’ girl,” she murmured back.“Love you.”
“Love you too.And tell Tex I love him.”
To Tex, “Lottie sends her love.”
A low boom of “Sheeee-it.”
I smiled.
That meant Tex loved me too.
“Later, Mom.”
“See you Sunday, Lottie.”
We disconnected as I watched Mo lift Carla like she was asheet draped over his arms.
My nipples tingled and my thoughts went where theyshouldn’t.
That being my hope he was just as much of a powerhouse inbed.
He carried her behind the screen so she could dress.
“I’m takin’ her to the hospital,” Smithie informed me.
“Good,” I replied.
Mo came out from behind the screen.
“Mo’sgonnahelp me get her to mytruck.You lock the door behind us,” Smithie ordered.“And don’t leave thisroom.Mo’llbe back as soon as we get Carla in thetruck.”
I nodded.
Mo scowled at me.
