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A Maverick And A Half. Marie Ferrarella
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isbn 9781474041560
Автор произведения Marie Ferrarella
Серия Mills & Boon Cherish
Издательство HarperCollins
“Thank you. You’re my sister and you have to say that.”
“No, I don’t,” Paige contradicted. “And stop interrupting. What I’m trying to say is that just because it didn’t work out for Lexie and you doesn’t mean that it won’t work out for you with someone else.”
She just wouldn’t let this go, would she? Ordinarily, he might just let this go for now, but it was far too important to let her think she’d won, even by default.
“It won’t because I’m not looking for it to work out—with anybody,” he underscored. “Look, Paige, I know you mean well, but really, let it go. I’m happy just the way I am.”
Paige dug in. “A year ago, you thought you were happy just the way you were, then you found out about Jake and suddenly you wanted him to be a permanent part of your life. You still do,” she pointed out, remembering how dejected Anderson had been when Lexie had denied him custody or even visitation rights.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your logic, Paige.” He was only half kidding.
“It’s not ‘my’ logic,” his sister pointed out. “It’s just logic.”
Anderson blew out an impatient breath. There was just no arguing with his sister once she got going like this. He didn’t want to say something to her that he would wind up regretting, but he didn’t want her thinking that she was going to emerge the victor in this argument, either.
And then the cavalry arrived in the form of a lanky eleven-year-old boy. Spotting him, Jake was striding toward his truck.
“Sorry, Paige, I’d love to talk some more, but Jake just turned up. Basketball practice must be over. Time to take him home and put him to work,” Anderson announced cheerfully. “We’ll talk later,” he promised, terminating the call before she could say another word.
Or you’ll talk later and I’ll have to listen, he silently added, tossing the cell phone back into the glove compartment.
Leaning over, Anderson opened the passenger door for his son.
“Hi, how was it?” he asked Jake cheerfully. Then, just in case that sounded a little too vague to his son, Anderson clarified the focus of his question. “How was basketball practice?”
Jake slid into the passenger seat and dutifully buckled up his seat belt.
“It was okay.” The reply was completely devoid of any enthusiasm.
Starting up the truck, Anderson pulled out of his parking spot, his eyes trained on the rearview mirror until he put the transmission into Drive.
“Did you play a game?” he asked in the same cheerful voice.
Settling into his seat, Jake kept his eyes forward. “Yes.”
He was not exactly a conversationalist himself, but for the sake of trying to draw his son out, he gave it his best shot.
“And then what?”
“We stopped,” Jake said matter-of-factly. Then, as the word just hung alone in the air, he explained, “It was time to go home.”
This was not going well. “Do you like playing basketball?” Anderson prodded.
His thin shoulders carelessly rose and fell in response as he continued looking out of the front windshield. “It’s okay.”
That was not exactly a ringing endorsement of the sport. Maybe he’d pressured the boy into playing something he had no desire to participate in.
“Would you rather have me sign you up for something else? Baseball maybe, or football?” Anderson suggested, glancing at Jake’s face for a response.
That was the extent of the after school sports activities that were available and he wasn’t really sure about the baseball part. The actual baseball season, he was only vaguely aware, was over and he wasn’t sure if anyone was available to coach boys in the off-season. He’d never been one to enroll in any of those sports himself when he was a kid. All he’d ever been interested in were things that had to do with ranching.
“You know, it’s not a bad idea to try to broaden yourself a little bit,” Anderson told his son. He hadn’t been critical yet, but maybe a small bit of pressure wasn’t a bad idea. “Sitting in your room all day playing video games isn’t healthy.”
“I don’t play all day,” Jake answered, finally turning toward him. “I go to school.”
It wasn’t a smart-aleck answer, but it didn’t exactly leave room for a warm exchange. Determined to get through to Jake, he tried another approach.
“You need to socialize, Jake. To get to know people. You need to make some friends.”
“Why?” Jake wanted to know. He wasn’t being belligerent; he was just asking a question.
It was a question Anderson wasn’t prepared for and he had no answer ready, so he fell back to an old tried-and-true response parents had used since time began. “You just do.”
“Oh.” Jake went back to looking out the windshield, watching the desolate scenery go by.
Maybe, Anderson thought as silence descended within the vehicle’s cab, that teacher he’d seen today did have a point.
And then again, he thought rebelliously in the next breath, maybe not.
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