The Barefoot Summer(30)

“He told you that? But you are beautiful and smart and so prim and proper that I feel like a country bumpkin around you,” Amanda said.

“And I feel like a big, ugly sunflower in the middle of a beautiful rose garden when I’m around you and Jamie,” Kate said.

Amanda’s eyes grew huge when the guys hauled out the mattress. “Kate, will I be in trouble for giving away something that goes with the cabin?”

“I don’t think so. When the probate stuff starts, they’ll count every bed and every spoon in the kitchen,” Kate said.





CHAPTER NINE

When Kate was at home in Fort Worth, she and her mother had a standing date every Sunday. They attended church and then had dinner at a restaurant. One week Teresa made the reservations, the next week Kate did. After they had spent an hour and a half together over lunch, Kate would go home and do nothing but relax. In the summer she swam in the pool, usually doing laps like her mother did when she was a little girl. When it was too cold to get into the pool or when she wasn’t in the mood, she watched recorded episodes of her favorite television shows.

If Gracie hadn’t begged them all to go see her Bible school program that morning, Kate would have used the excuse that she had to get some last-minute work done. But she could not stand to think about disappointing Gracie. However, it did make her nervous to step outside her comfort zone and attend a church other than the one she’d been christened in as a baby and had gone to her whole life.

So there she was, standing in front of the mirror in a bright-orange floral sundress she’d bought on a whim when she had been looking at cruise brochures. Her mother would be so speechless that she wouldn’t be able to utter “I told you so” if she could see Kate dressed like that. A lady wore appropriate clothing to church. She had an image to uphold, one that included a tailored suit, panty hose, and high heels. The image did not have time for a casual sundress and sandals.

She ran a brush through her shoulder-length blonde hair one more time, reapplied lipstick, and picked up her purse. She found Jamie and Gracie already in the living room and breathed a sigh of relief. Jamie wore a cute little denim skirt that skimmed her knee and a sleeveless chocolate-brown knit shirt—and cowboy boots. Gracie was in one of her sundresses and white sandals. Her hair was pulled up into a side ponytail with a big white bow at the top, and Kate wanted to pick her up and swirl her around the room until they were both dizzy.

“You got all dressed up,” Jamie said.

“Not really.” Kate smiled. “I was afraid I’d be underdressed. My mother wouldn’t even sit beside me if I wore this to our church.”

“It’s not what you wear on your body but what you have in your heart.” Amanda appeared from the kitchen with a casserole dish in her hands. “Remember, Hattie said if we were staying for the potluck, we should bring something. I made a fruit salad this morning.”

“Are you staying?” Kate asked.

“Of course.” Amanda nodded. “I never turn down a big dinner like that. Since we all live in one house, this covered dish will take care of as many of us as want to stay.”

Gracie clapped her hands and did a wiggling dance in the middle of the floor. “Can we stay, Mama? Lisa says they always stay and now I can play with her more, and Mama, can she go swimming with me someday and maybe even have a picnic on the dock?” She stopped for breath and then went on. “And we could even play Barbies on the deck and . . .”

Jamie laid a finger over Gracie’s lips. “Right now you need to settle down, little girl.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gracie said. “Did you know that Lisa already lost a tooth and the tooth fairy gave her a whole dollar?”

“Well, her tooth fairy may be richer than the one who visits our house, but it will be a while before you lose a tooth,” Jamie said as they left the house and stepped out into the warm morning breeze. “Why don’t we all go in my van? Seems kind of crazy to take three vehicles.”

Amanda headed straight toward the van, her baby bump well defined in a sleeveless bright-blue tunic worn over capri-length leggings. She’d changed her regular flip-flops for a pair of electric-blue ones with multicolored stones. With her red hair twisted up in a messy bun, she looked downright adorable that morning.

Kate hesitated but only for a moment before she fell in behind Amanda, opening the door for her so she didn’t drop the fruit salad. She’d never been to a potluck. Oh, well, it was only half a mile from the church to the cabin, so if things got too awkward, she could excuse herself and walk home. She really did feel like a duck out of water.

“Do you realize what we are doing?” Kate asked.

“Riding together to church and staying afterward to eat every kind of potato salad and chicken casserole imaginable?” Amanda asked right back.

“No, she’s talking about the three of us all arriving at the little country church together.” Jamie giggled. “Well, if Bootleg is anything like most small towns, it will provide fodder for the gossip mill for a whole week. Hey, Amanda, did you and Conrad ever attend this church?”

“No, we were on our honeymoon the one Sunday we were here,” she answered.

“Us neither, not on the honeymoon or any of the weeks we spent here in the summertime.” Jamie glanced across the console and met Kate’s eyes.