The Pride of Jared MacKade

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Authors: Nora Roberts
his alley.
    “Come on, Cassie, have some ice cream with us.”
    “I can’t.” Cassie paused by their table long enough to brush a hand over her daughter’s hair as little Emma ate her hot fudge with tiny, serious bites. “We’re swamped. But I appreciate you treating the kids, Jared.”
    She was thin enough to blow away in a spring breeze, Jared thought, and held up a spoonful of sundae. “Have a bite, anyway.”
    She flushed, but opened her mouth as obediently as a child when he held the spoon to her lips. “It’s wonderful.”
    “Hey, Cass, burgers up.”
    “Right there.” Cassie hurried off to pick up the orders from the counter where Edwina Crump reigned supreme.
    The owner of the diner sent Jared a lusty wink. The fact that she was twenty years his senior didn’t stop her from appreciating a fine-looking man. “Hey, big fellow, don’t see you in here often enough.” She patted her frizzed red bowling ball of a hairdo. “When you taking me dancing?”
    “Whenever you say, Ed.”
    She gave a chicken-cackle laugh, wiggled her bony body. “Got a hot band over at the Legion tonight. I’m ready and waiting,” she told him before she swung back into the kitchen.
    Amused, Savannah propped her elbows on the table. “The Legion, huh? I bet it gets pretty wild.”
    “You’d be surprised.” He cocked a brow. “Wanna go?”
    “I’ll pass, thanks. Bry, do you think you can shovel any more into your mouth at one time?”
    He scooped up a dripping spoon of ice cream, butterscotch and sprinkles. “It’s great,” he said around it. “What’s yours taste like, Con?” To see for himself,Bryan reached over the table to dip his spoon into Connor’s. “Strawberry’s okay,” he decided, “but butterscotch is the best.”
    Willing to be wrong, he eyed Emma’s hot fudge avariciously.
    “No,” Savannah said mildly, and watched with approval as the five-year-old Emma curled a hand protectively around her bowl. She might be a quiet one, Savannah mused, but the kid knew what was hers. “Pack it away, honey,” Savannah told her. “I bet you can eat these boys under the table.”
    “I like ice cream,” Emma said, with one of her rare smiles.
    “Me too.” With a grin, Savannah scooped up some of her own. “And hot fudge is the best, right?”
    “Uh-huh, and the whipped cream. Miss Ed gives you lots of it.” She put her spoon down carefully beside her empty bowl and announced, “I can go to Regan’s now. My mama said.”
    “What’s Regan’s?” Bryan wanted to know.
    “She’s friends with my mom,” Connor told him. “She has a shop just down the street. It has lots of neat things to look at.”
    “Let’s go see.”
    Before he could dart from the booth, Savannah laid a hand on his arm. “Bryan.”
    It took him a minute. “Oh, yeah, thanks. Mr. MacKade. The ice cream was great. Come on, Con.”
    “Thanks, Mr. MacKade.” Since Emma already had his hand and was tugging on it, Connor slid from the booth. He looked down at his sister, wrinkled his brow.
    “Thank you,” she said, keeping an iron grip on her brother’s hand.
    “You’re welcome. Say hi to Regan.”
    “We will. Mama,” Connor called out, “we’re going down to Regan’s.”
    “Don’t touch anything,” Cassie told them, balancing two plates on one arm and serving another. “And come right back if she’s busy.”
    “Yes’m.”
    Bryan was already out of the door, and Connor followed, hampered by his sister’s sedate pace.
    “I’d say you hit a home run,” Savannah commented, leaning back to drape an arm over the back of the booth.
    “You hit one yourself. That’s one of the longest conversations I’ve ever heard out of Emma.”
    “It must be hard, being shy. She looks like an angel. Like her mother.”
    Angels who’d already been through hell, Jared thought. “Cassie’s doing a terrific job with them, on her own. You’d appreciate that.”
    “Yes, I would.” Savannah glanced over to where Cassie was busy

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