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Still she hovered and Ty suspected if she wasn’t wringing her hands, he and Hutch would be doing some fast maneuvering to get clear of those twenty-six inches. “I won’t be late.”
“Have fun and goodbye,” Hutch said meaningfully.
She’d run out of things to say and knew it. Surrendering to the inevitable, she walked to the door. Turning, she announced, “I’ll see you soon.” Apparently, that pointed declaration satisfiedher, for she allowed Ty to tow her from the apartment without too much of a struggle.
The instant they left, Hutch frowned. Part of his plan had worked. The computer had picked the perfect man for a father. But his mom was proving to be a bit of a problem. Calling up a certain file, he keyed in his password to open it and began typing.
Progress Report
Bad news. Mom hasn’t changed her mind about Ty even though they kissed. They don’t know I saw, but I did. Course, his losing her job for her didn’t help. You’d think he’d have thought of that! For sure that smacker he planted on her should have made her want him for a husband. But, noooo!
Conclusion
Maybe these things take time. Maybe you have to be exposed to a bunch of kisses before they take effect, like germs or something. She hasn’t caught a love cold yet, cuz they haven’t been around each other long enough. Or maybe he’s catchier than she is. If that’s the case, we’ll have to be where he can infect her more often.
Proposed Response
I talked to Miss Willie about the changes Ty’s gonna make to the application form and she promised to make sure it didn’t reject him. So I have that front covered. As for further infecting Mom... Looks like Plan B will have to be put into motion afterall.
Finished, Hutch printed up his latest entries, folded the pages carefully and slipped them into a preaddressed envelope. Tomorrow he’d mailit.
Just as he’d promised.
Chapter Four
Experiment #1:Protective Instincts
Goal:To bring out the protective instincts in Ty. According to the documentary I watched at school last month, the male in the animal kingdom will protect his mate from harm. So let’s see whether or not he’s capable of that. Because if he’s not, he isn’t the right man forMom.
Procedure:Ihate to do this to my own mother, but she’s gonna have a bit of badluck...
“So, whereare we going?” Cassidy demanded the instant they left her apartment building.
She probably should have asked instead of demanded. Aunt Esther had done her best to drum graciousness and tact into Cassidy’s stubborn psyche. Unfortunately for all concerned, the lessons hadn’t taken.
She shot Ty a disgruntled look. He’d had the upper hand in what passed as their relationship for far too long and she’d hada really bad day, thanks to him. Asserting herself would clue him in to that fact. At least, that was theplan.
“Well?” she prompted impatiently.
To her frustration, he waited until they were both settled in his oversize truck again and buckled into their seat belts before replying. “We’re going someplace private. Someplace where we can get to know each other and talk without interruption.”
No wonder he’d trapped her in his pickup before answering. Aknot formed in the pit of her stomach. “How private?” This time she asked. Nicely.
“Very.”
“Like a private restaurant, right?”
“Not exactly.”
Uh-oh. Panic set in. He was a man; she was a woman. He’d kissed her. She’d dissolved into a pathetic puddle. And now it was vital she find the means to slip away before he touched her again and started the process all over. “I’ll need to let Hutch know where I am,” she babbled. “He has to be able to reach me in case there’s a problem. Ican’t just—”
“Easy, sweetheart. Relax. My jacket’s on the back seat. There’s a phone in the pocket. Call Hutch and I’ll give him my private number. That way, he can reach us no matter where we are.” He glanced at her, his green eyes calm yet implacable. “On this, or any of our future dates.”
Her alarm intensified. “You’re assuming there’s going to be more than one.”
“It isn’t an assumption.” He braked for a red light and turned to look at her, resting his arms along the top of the steering wheel. He filled his side of the truck, his shouldersimpossibly broad, the power of his arms straining the fabric of his shirt. “It’s a fact.”
“Stop doing that,” she groused. “It’s not fair.”
