moves on you."
"Still not what I mean. You're avoiding this. Why?"
He shook his head. "Not now. In answer to your question. There's no one."
"I'm sorry. I always thought you'd find a way to make a family."
"So did I. Maybe someday."
Jon heaved a dramatic sigh. "Enough of this family hooey. You promised to show us around. I want to see those big ole horses."
Polly reached up to kiss his cheek. "I'm not going to stop saying it. I'm so glad you're here."
CHAPTER SIX
"Alrighty then, show us those horses of yours," Ray said.
Polly practically skipped out of the room in her excitement. She was finally going to be allowed freedom.
The two brothers followed her down the walk to the first pen, and through to the barn.
"Hello!" Polly called out as they walked into the main alley.
Eliseo came out of one of the back stalls, carrying driving tack with two dogs at his heels. They bounded over to greet Polly, but at a click of his teeth, they slowed and came to a stop. "Good boys," he said, bending down to rub the tops of their heads. "Good boys."
Polly glanced at him, he nodded and she knelt down in front of the dogs, Khan and Kirk. She'd named them when they were in Arizona, and Eliseo had decided the names fit them. "You boys are growing up to be as big as Han. What kind of dog do you think was the father?" she asked Eliseo.
"I don't know. They have some bull terrier in them, I think, but I'm guessing they're just big mutts." He set the tack on a bench and put his hand out toward Ray. "I'm Eliseo Aquila."
Ray took it to shake and Polly jumped back up. "I'm so sorry. Eliseo, this is Ray and Jon Renaldi. You remember my friend, Drea? Her brothers. They're here to keep an eye on me. Can you believe it?"
He shook Jon's hand and nodded his head, looking at them appraisingly. "You're here from Boston?" he asked.
Ray said, "We are. It's good to see where Polly ran off to. You have a nice place here."
Eliseo wasn't finished, though. "Why are two city boys coming to Iowa to watch over our Polly?"
Polly started to speak, but Jon stepped in front of her. "We aren't trying to get in anyone's way, but since the day Drea brought her home for dinner, she's been a member of our family. Mama told us to take care of her and that's what we're going to do."
"You should meet their mama," Polly said. "She's intimidating."
"So you're spending vacation time in the great state of Iowa?" Eliseo wasn't ready to accept this.
Ray bristled and said to Polly. "Are we going to have to explain ourselves to everyone we meet?"
She smirked. "Maybe. Imagine an entire town made up of the neighbors on your block."
Jon gave a dramatic shudder. "How do you do it?"
"It's wonderful most of the time. The rest of the time you learn to live with it." She put a hand on Eliseo's arm. "It's okay. They are like my brothers. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather have show up out of the blue to keep an eye on me."
"We're protective of Polly," Eliseo said. "Especially now."
"You weren't here when Joey kidnapped me," Polly said to him. "It was Jon and Ray who were at the airport in Boston. They took me through that whole week at the police station and everything."
"I wish I would have stepped in and made him go away after that first date you had with him," Ray said. "I knew he was trouble. You could see it in his eyes."
"Who knew?" Polly asked. "The man was some kind of psychotic break about to happen."
"We should have known. I should have known." Ray's eyes lit up and he started chuckling.
"What?" Polly asked.
"Tom and Huck?"
She turned and saw the two donkeys coming in to investigate their visitors.
"Do you have carrot bits?" she asked Eliseo.
He didn't say anything, but turned and went back into the feed room. The donkeys were confused, trying to decide whether to follow him in hopes they'd get a treat or check out the new people. They went with the new people, sniffing and nosing at Jon and Ray.
"They're quite friendly," Polly said.
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