Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(87)

She held her breath, expecting he would demand to know why she hadn’t called him to say she’d be in the area, but he just looked at her expectantly. Happily. “I made a few sales calls.”


“Have you eaten?”


“No, but I have to get back—”


“You ain’t even gonna let your old man buy you lunch?”


Hello guilt. “Sure. I’ll let you buy… As long as it’s Mexican.”


He scowled. “That’ll work.”


Her father hadn’t argued or insisted on eating at the restaurant of his choice? That was different.


Maybe he was different.


They walked together, her father making small talk about the weather and hinting about big news in his life.


After they were seated with menus, Georgia studied Robert Hotchkiss as he slipped on a pair of reading glasses.


It’d been two years since she’d seen him when he’d shown up in Dallas, out of the blue. He didn’t look much different. Same pale brown eyes. Same shaggy gray hair. Same rotund carriage.


He glanced up with a small smile. “Whatcha havin’?”


“The beef enchilada platter. What about you?”


“Steak is probably the safest, although my doctor wants me to eat more green shit.”


Georgia smiled. “Mom tried to get you to eat more green shit for years.”


“She finally did develop my taste for all the different ways she could cook beets.”


“My borscht never tastes as good as hers.”


“Your mama’s cookin’ is just one of the many things I miss about her.”


The waiter served their drinks—iced tea for her, a beer for her father—and took their order.


They snacked on chips and salsa. The restaurant had typical Mexican décor—pi?atas hanging from the ceiling and gaudy sombreros on the brightly colored wall. Plastic cactuses scattered throughout. Mariachi music playing in the background. Strands of chili pepper lights draped from the ceiling.


“Speaking of your mother… I talked to her the other day.”


“I heard.”


His bushy eyebrows rose. “What’d she say about me?”


“Just that you called.” She stirred a packet of sugar in her tea. “She’s coming to visit.” Why had she told him that?


“Is that right? She didn’t mention it to me.”


“I was surprised to hear that you call her regularly.”


He honestly looked perplexed. “Why? Irina was my wife for twenty-five years.”


“I figured after the ugliness of your divorce…”


“Look, Georgie, after RJ…everything got way out of hand. I never expected…” He sighed. “It’s complicated and I never was good at uncomplicating things. But I’m awful good at makin’ them worse.”


Georgia bit her tongue. Changing the subject would be the safest way to finish this lunch. “What’s this big news you mentioned earlier?”


“I’m gonna retire.”


“Really? When?”


“Soon as the paperwork is sorted out. I sold the hog farm to a corporation outta eastern South Dakota. Shocked me how good of a deal they offered. And, well, I ain’t getting any younger.”


“You just turned sixty-eight, right?”


“Yep. That sounds old to a twenty-eight-year-old, huh?”


It did sound old. Her dad had been forty when she and RJ were born and her mother only twenty-two. During her childhood she hadn’t noticed the eighteen-year age gap made a difference in her parent’s relationship. But she wondered if that was why she’d never dated older men.


“I tried to call you on your birthday last month.”


“I know.” She aligned the bottom of the knife with the bottom of the spoon. “I don’t celebrate or do anything anymore. It’s just another day.”


Her dad chuckled. “Your mom used to go all-out for your birthdays.”


“The year we got the squirt guns was the best.”


“Really? Didn’t you break yours right away?”


“No. RJ busted his. He was so upset I gave him mine and we swore we’d never tell.”


His eyebrows rose. “I never knew that.”


“We were pretty good at covering for each other.”


“And sticking up for each other. I remember the summer you two were seven. We’d just moved to the farm and I caught RJ climbing on the barn with a quilt that he intended to use for a parachute when he jumped off the roof. The kid like-ta give me heart failure. I paddled his ass good.” He shook his head. “Then you marched up to me, bold as brass, and told me I’d better spank you too, since it was your quilt and you planned to jump off right after him.”


Georgia smiled. “I don’t know if you noticed I wore extra clothes as padding.”


He laughed. “Nope. I didn’t catch that.”


“It was RJ’s idea. He wished he’d thought of it.”