"I might have, but I don't recall you being in any of my classes. "
"No. I don't think that's it anyway. Maybe I went to one of your lectures or something. Wait. Wait. I've got it. Josh Carnegie. Power forward for the Memphis Tigers. "
"My son. "
"Strong resemblance. Man, he's a killer. I was at the game last spring, against South Carolina, when he scored thirty-eight points. He's got moves. "
Mitch smiled, rubbed a thumb over the fading bruise on his jaw. "Tell me. "
Conversation turned to basketball, boisterously, and gave Logan the opportunity to lean toward Stella. "Your daddy says he's looking forward to seeing you and the boys on Sunday. I'll drive you in, as I've got an invitation to Sunday dinner, too. "
"Is that so?"
"He likes me. " He picked up her free hand, brushed his lips over his fingers. "We're bonding over oleanders. "
She didn't try to stop the smile. "You hit him where it counts. "
"You, the kids, his garden. Yeah, I'd say I got it covered. You write that list for me yet, Red?"
"Apparently you're doing fine crossing things off without consulting me. "
His grin flashed, "Jolene thinks we should go traditional and have a June wedding. "
When Stella's mouth dropped open, he turned away to talk to her kids about the latest issues of Marvel Comics.
Over dessert, a rustling, then a long, shrill cry sounded from the baby monitor standing on the buffet. Hayley popped up as if she were on springs. "That's my cue. I'll be back down after she's fed and settled again. "
"Speaking of cues. " Stella rose as well. "Time for bed, guys. School night," she added even before the protests could be voiced.
"Going to bed before it's dark is a gyp," Gavin complained.
"I know. Life is full of them. What comes next?"
Gavin heaved a sigh. "Thanks for dinner, it was really good, and now we have to go to bed because of stupid school. "
"Close enough," Stella decided.
"'Night. I liked the finger potatoes 'specially," Luke said to David.
"Want a hand?" Logan called out.
"No. " But she stopped at the doorway, turned back and just looked at him a moment. "But thanks. "
She herded them up, beginning the nightly ritual as thunder rumbled in. And Parker scooted under Luke's bed to hide from it. Rain splatted, fat juicy drops, against the windows as she tucked them in.
"Parker's a scaredy-cat. " Luke snuggled his head in the pillow. "Can he sleep up here tonight?"
"All right, just for tonight, so he isn't afraid. " She lured him out from under the bed, and stroking him as he trembled, laid him in with Luke. "Is that better now?"
"Uh-huh. Mom?" He broke off, petting the dog, and exchanging a long look with his brother.
"What? What are you two cooking up?"
"You ask her," Luke hissed.
"Nuh-uh. You. "
"You. "