Chapter Twenty
Honey had been to a few events at the Flint family ranch. They were always loud, fun, and entertaining. Today was no exception. Honey changed from her flats to the fluffy bear slippers she’d brought along, and hung her jacket in the closet. Ira did the same, but went in his sock feet. Why in the world did she find him sexy in socks? She shook her head at her own silliness.
Today was a celebration. Beth was home from university. She had graduated from nursing school and was a registered nurse. She had taken a four-year bachelor of science in nursing. To her family’s surprise and delight, she had accepted a position at the Coyote Creek Hospital and would be moving home.
Honey and Ira stepped into the kitchen where everyone was crowded around Beth, congratulating her on her graduation and new job. Honey soaked up the camaraderie and love like a sponge. When there was a break in the conversation she stepped forward.
“Beth, congratulations. I knew you could do it.” She held out the small gift she’d brought.
“Oh, thank you. You didn’t have to get me a gift. Thank you. I appreciate it.” She tore the paper off and handed it to Sue to put in the recycle bin. She opened the box and pulled out a mug which said, “Don’t mess with me. I get paid to stab people with sharp objects.”
Beth laughed until she was breathless. “This is priceless. And so true. Thank you! I can’t wait to take this to work with me.” She held it up so everyone could see it. They all enjoyed a chuckle.
“Guess that’s better than my, World’s Best Nurse mug.” Ira laughed and held up a navy and white gift bag.
Beth hugged him. “Thanks so much, brother. I love that you thought of me. And of course, it is true. I am the world’s best nurse.”
“There she goes. I knew all her schooling would go to her head,” Riley drawled.
“Hush now,” Sue chided. “This is Beth’s day. She deserves the praise. Now, all of you, shoo. Out of my kitchen. Ten minutes until supper. I just need to mash the potatoes.” She made a go away motion with her hands and everyone scattered. “Except you Ira. Can you please cut the roast? Honey, can you put the dressing on the salad?”
When the three of them were alone in the kitchen, Sue turned to Honey. “Dressing’s in the blue pitcher in the fridge. Salad is on the bottom shelf.”
Honey opened the fridge.
“Honey, now that you know the big family secret, I trust you won’t spread it around until we go public?” Sue said, her tone patient but doubtful.
“Absolutely. I know how to keep my mouth shut. Congratulations on your new son.” She offered the words as understanding and caring. She’d never betray someone’s confidence by being a blabbermouth.
“You’re not scandalized?” Sue persisted.
“Not at all. From what I understand, Ira was conceived in love. I think mistakes were made all around, but they’re being dealt with. Besides, Robert was single, but in a serious relationship with Ira’s mother. Where’s the scandal? I see none.”
“Good.” Sue handed Ira a knife. “The roast beef is there, under the roaster’s cover. The ham is resting in the oven.”
“I’m not sure how good I am with a knife. I’m probably not qualified for this job.” Ira chuckled and lifted the lid from the roast.
The delicious smell of beef wafted through the room making Honey’s taste buds salivate. “I do love roast beef. And ham.”
“Scalloped potatoes, mashed potatoes, corn, and peas to go with it,” Sue proclaimed. She had a reputation as a chef and baker. Nobody turned down an invitation to the Flint home for a meal. Her food was unparalleled.
“And pie?” Ira asked hopefully, neatly slicing the roast. Even, perfect slices fell onto the cutting board.
“Yes, apple and pumpkin, and my homemade air buns.”
“Oh man,” Honey grumbled playfully. “I’m going to gain twenty pounds today. Pumpkin pie is my favorite.”
“Mine too. I love all the whipped cream.” He gave Honey a naughty look which made her melt.
“Ira Castillo, no naughty talk in my kitchen,” Sue chided but was unable to hide her grin. “Get the meat sliced.” She picked up a potato masher and went to work on a brimming pot of steaming potatoes.
Dinner was loud and the food delicious. Honey ate way more than she should. After supper Riley and Tricia took the kids downstairs to play board games. The adults settled in the living room for coffee.
Ira grabbed Honey’s hand and led her to a love seat. He sat down and pulled her to his side and slid his arm around her shoulders.
“They know I’m with you,” Honey whispered. “No need to stake your claim,” she teased.
“Damn right there is,” he whispered back. “I don’t trust my brothers with my woman. They’re liable to try and steal you from under my nose. You’re the loveliest woman in town.”
