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outing.”
“No, Camille made sure I wasn’t. And we had such a good time. I got to know all of them, especially Patience. They were so nice to me.”
“Good. They’re all great ladies.”
Lucy nodded. “Patience told me how her husband, Jim, saved her from her son’s father. What a story!”
“And you think your story is dull?” John asked.
Lucy blushed. The color looked good on her, he thought. “Well, the man sounded crazy…and mean.”
“He was both of those things,” Griff agreed. “And if the sheriff hadn’t shot him, he might’ve caused Jim and Patience a lot of trouble.”
“Mike seems so nice, though,” Lucy said.
“It wasn’t Mike. It was his uncle. He’s retired now. Mike became sheriff when his uncle retired the first time. Then he came back and Mike was going to go back to Chicago, and Caroline talked her father into finding a way for Mike to stay.” Camille smiled at Lucy. “She already knew she was in love with him.”
“Jake also thought Mike was the better lawman,” Griff added. “It wasn’t just Caro’s feelings that had Jake looking for a way to keep Mike here.”
“Of course, dear, you’re right,” Camille agreed. “But it worked out well for Caro, also.”
“True,” Griff agreed.
“All the stories they told at lunch were so wonderful!” Lucy exclaimed. “Even Jake and B.J.’s story was interesting.”
“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” John said. “As a matter of fact, I only know the stories of this generation.”
“Oh, you should hear your parents’ story. It was very good, too. Especially when they included your grandfather.”
John sat up straighter. “Granddad? What about him?”
Griff and Camille suddenly seemed engrossed in their dinner. Looking at them, Lucy tried to cover. “I—I’m not sure. I may have the story wrong.”
John stared at her for several seconds before he turned to his parents. “Why is she backing up? What’s going on here?”
Griff looked at his wife. “Camille, I can’t believe you told Lucy that story.”
“I didn’t! Some of the girls got carried away and told it before I could remember to stop them.”
John glared at his parents. “I don’t think it’s fair for Lucy to know the story when I don’t.”
“I think it’s time for dessert,” Camille announced.
“I’ll help you clean up before you serve,” Lucy said, getting up, grateful for the interruption.
“No, Lucy, you need to rest. I’ll help her serve.” Without pausing, John got up and began clearing the table.
“Does that mean he’s forgotten?” Lucy whispered to Griff when the others had left the table.
“I don’t think so,” Griff replied.
“What can we do?”
“You could stop whispering behind my back,” John pointed out from behind them.
Lucy flushed bright red.
“And, no, I haven’t forgotten. We’ll continue the discussion during dessert.” John cleared a platter, not saying anything else.
Lucy stared at Griff. “What do I do?” she mouthed.
“Nothing. It will be all right,” Griff mouthed back.
Camille carried a chocolate cake to the table. “I made Red’s chocolate cake for dessert.”
“Why is this Red’s chocolate cake?” Lucy asked.
“Oh, it’s a special recipe that Red kept to himself for many years. He only decided to give it out last year.” Lucy had met Red earlier that day at the ranch. The older cowboy had made such an impression on her that she wasn’t surprised how much he meant to all the Randalls.
“Nice try, girls,” John said as he sat down. “But I’m not distracted. Okay, Dad. Tell the story of how you and Mom met and what Granddad had to do with it.”
Griff took a bite of chocolate cake and chewed it. Then he looked at John. “I thought we’d told you about me finding my family. Camille was staying with Megan for a few days and that’s how we met.”
“Yeah, and what did Granddad have to do with it?”
“Not much.”
John looked at Lucy, who was
“No, Camille made sure I wasn’t. And we had such a good time. I got to know all of them, especially Patience. They were so nice to me.”
“Good. They’re all great ladies.”
Lucy nodded. “Patience told me how her husband, Jim, saved her from her son’s father. What a story!”
“And you think your story is dull?” John asked.
Lucy blushed. The color looked good on her, he thought. “Well, the man sounded crazy…and mean.”
“He was both of those things,” Griff agreed. “And if the sheriff hadn’t shot him, he might’ve caused Jim and Patience a lot of trouble.”
“Mike seems so nice, though,” Lucy said.
“It wasn’t Mike. It was his uncle. He’s retired now. Mike became sheriff when his uncle retired the first time. Then he came back and Mike was going to go back to Chicago, and Caroline talked her father into finding a way for Mike to stay.” Camille smiled at Lucy. “She already knew she was in love with him.”
“Jake also thought Mike was the better lawman,” Griff added. “It wasn’t just Caro’s feelings that had Jake looking for a way to keep Mike here.”
“Of course, dear, you’re right,” Camille agreed. “But it worked out well for Caro, also.”
“True,” Griff agreed.
“All the stories they told at lunch were so wonderful!” Lucy exclaimed. “Even Jake and B.J.’s story was interesting.”
“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” John said. “As a matter of fact, I only know the stories of this generation.”
“Oh, you should hear your parents’ story. It was very good, too. Especially when they included your grandfather.”
John sat up straighter. “Granddad? What about him?”
Griff and Camille suddenly seemed engrossed in their dinner. Looking at them, Lucy tried to cover. “I—I’m not sure. I may have the story wrong.”
John stared at her for several seconds before he turned to his parents. “Why is she backing up? What’s going on here?”
Griff looked at his wife. “Camille, I can’t believe you told Lucy that story.”
“I didn’t! Some of the girls got carried away and told it before I could remember to stop them.”
John glared at his parents. “I don’t think it’s fair for Lucy to know the story when I don’t.”
“I think it’s time for dessert,” Camille announced.
“I’ll help you clean up before you serve,” Lucy said, getting up, grateful for the interruption.
“No, Lucy, you need to rest. I’ll help her serve.” Without pausing, John got up and began clearing the table.
“Does that mean he’s forgotten?” Lucy whispered to Griff when the others had left the table.
“I don’t think so,” Griff replied.
“What can we do?”
“You could stop whispering behind my back,” John pointed out from behind them.
Lucy flushed bright red.
“And, no, I haven’t forgotten. We’ll continue the discussion during dessert.” John cleared a platter, not saying anything else.
Lucy stared at Griff. “What do I do?” she mouthed.
“Nothing. It will be all right,” Griff mouthed back.
Camille carried a chocolate cake to the table. “I made Red’s chocolate cake for dessert.”
“Why is this Red’s chocolate cake?” Lucy asked.
“Oh, it’s a special recipe that Red kept to himself for many years. He only decided to give it out last year.” Lucy had met Red earlier that day at the ranch. The older cowboy had made such an impression on her that she wasn’t surprised how much he meant to all the Randalls.
“Nice try, girls,” John said as he sat down. “But I’m not distracted. Okay, Dad. Tell the story of how you and Mom met and what Granddad had to do with it.”
Griff took a bite of chocolate cake and chewed it. Then he looked at John. “I thought we’d told you about me finding my family. Camille was staying with Megan for a few days and that’s how we met.”
“Yeah, and what did Granddad have to do with it?”
“Not much.”
John looked at Lucy, who was
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