Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(207)

Unlike Ethan, Cal and Gabe’s dark coloring and rough-hewed good looks clearly identified them as brothers. Gabe’s hair was longer, his silvery-gray eyes lighter than Cal’s, but both men were tall, lean, and muscular. Although she knew the ex-quarterback was the elder brother by almost two years, he looked younger. Maybe it was the general air of contentment he seemed to carry with him like an invisible football.

“You should have let me know you were coming,” Gabe said.

“You didn’t think I’d miss the grand opening tonight, did you?”

“It’s just a drive-in, Cal.”

His words stung. It wasn’t just a drive-in to her. She wanted this old place to shine tonight.

All day, she’d been busy training Kayla, the young woman Gabe had hired to help out in the snack shop. She’d also been teaching Gabe the rudiments so he could help out during intermission. He caught on quickly, but she knew he was merely going through the motions. He should be healing animals, not serving up fast-food nachos.

“Want some coffee?” Gabe asked his brother. “Or ice cream. I’m getting to be a pro at making cones.”

“No, thanks. Rosie started kicking up right after we left Asheville—she hates her car seat worse than poison—and I need to get back to the mausoleum to give Jane a hand.”

Rachel didn’t have to think hard to figure out what the mausoleum was.

Cal went on, his manner a shade too hearty. “I just stopped by to tell you Jane’s decided to have a family brunch for you and Eth tomorrow around eleven to celebrate your new business. Think you can make it?”

“Sure.”

“And Gabe, don’t tell Jane I mentioned this, but if I were you, I’d eat something first. Knowing my wife, we’ll probably be getting wheat-germ muffins and tofu casserole. You should see the garbage she feeds Rosie—no sugar, no preservatives, nothing worth eating. Last week Jane caught me shaking out a few of my Lucky Charms on Rosie’s high-chair tray, and she about took my head right off.”

Gabe smiled. “I stand warned.”

“This place looks terrific.” Cal eyed the snack shop as if it were a four-star restaurant. “You sure have done a lot with it.”

Rachel could barely conceal her disgust. He was as bad as Ethan. She might love this drive-in, but it was clearly wrong for Gabe. Why couldn’t one of his brothers look him in the face and ask him exactly what he thought he was doing with his life?

For the first time, Cal noticed her. His smile faded before it had fully formed, and, even though they’d never met, she knew he’d figured out who she was.

“Rachel, this is my brother Cal. Cal, Rachel Stone.”

Cal gave her a brusque nod. “Miz Snopes.”

She smiled pleasantly. “Nice to meet you, Hal.”

“It’s Cal.”

“Ah.” She continued to smile.

Cal’s mouth tightened, and she regretted her flippancy. This was clearly a man who thrived on battle, and she had thrown down the gauntlet.


After the incident with Cal, what was left of the afternoon went steadily downhill. Kayla dropped a huge jar of salsa, splattering it everywhere, one of the men setting up the fireworks display cut his hand badly enough to need stitches, and Gabe withdrew into himself. Later, when Rachel ran into town to pick up Edward, an old Chevy Lumina shot out from a side street and nearly hit her. As she laid on her horn, she glimpsed the hostile face of Bobby Dennis behind the wheel. Once again, she wondered how she could have sparked so much animosity in someone so young.

That night, Edward ran in and out of the snack shop as cars began to trickle into the lot. “I get to stay up as late as I want. Right, Mommy?”

“As late as you want.” She smiled as she poured kernels into the popcorn machine. The fireworks display didn’t start until dark, and she doubted if he’d stay awake for much of the goofy Jim Carrey crowd-pleaser that was the first feature.

A couple with several young children came through the door, their first customers, and she concentrated on helping Kayla fill the order. Not long after, a rowdy trio of teenagers walked in. One of them was Bobby Dennis. Rachel was waiting on an elderly man and his wife, so Kayla took care of them, but before they left, Rachel made a point of speaking. “I hope you enjoy the movies tonight.”

He glared at her as if she’d cursed at him.

She shrugged. Whatever grudge this boy had against her, he wasn’t going to give it up easily.

They did a steady stream of business, although not as much as she’d anticipated, and when the fireworks began, she glanced outside to see that the lot was barely half full. Since there wasn’t much to do in Salvation on a Friday night, she knew a lot of people in town were making it clear that Gabe had to pay the consequences for hiring her.

Edward fell asleep not long after the Carrey movie began. His protest when she awakened him was unconvincing. As he leaned against her side while she helped him up the metal stairs, uneasiness over what she was doing to Gabe combined with worry about her own future. Dwayne’s Bible hadn’t revealed a single clue, and she was beginning to lose hope that it would. Maybe Gabe was right and the money had gone down in the plane with Dwayne.

She looked at her sleepy son. Gabe was making an effort to get along better with him. He’d taught Edward how to feed Tweety Bird without damaging the bird’s soft beak and taken him on a walk in the woods near the cave where the bats lived, but Gabe’s heart wasn’t in it, and the atmosphere in the cottage grew more strained each day. She knew she had to do something soon.