Page 61 of Inevitably Yours
January finally found her voice. “How did you know? I mean, not that I’m ashamed, but I kept it quiet for Augusta.”
Francis patted Jan’s thigh. “Oh dear, there isn’t much in this town I don’t know.” She then brandished a magazine. “Ooo, what do you think of this dress.”
You could have knocked Gus over with a feather; Francis never ceased to surprise her—part southern belle, part mafia don.
John broke into her thoughts with a kiss to her cheeks and a covert ass squeeze. “Sorry to cut and run, but I have to get to the hanger and meet Logan.” Turning to Jan, he uttered, “We’ll speak when I get back.”
“Who’s Logan?” Stacy inquired.
“Good kid, came by the airfield looking for work. New to town, some experience with small aircraft maintenance, so I thought I’d give him a shot. I think he just needs a break, you know, and a friend. I feel bad for him, seems like he has issues…don’t we all. Well, gotta run, or I’ll be late. Michael, you coming? The new plane is half yours, so I thought you might want some input.”
Michael looked to Tori, silently asking for permission. There was no need for them to be here, they just came because their ladies asked them, Gus was sure.
“I say all y’all go. Besides, I don’t need everyone complaining when I try to steer the ladies toward a gluten-free cake.”
Gus enjoyed the groan of disapproval from the people she adored. Her family.
With a pat to Frank’s hand, Francis encouraged him to join, “You should join the men, dear, and meet this Logan, invite him to the next barbecue.”
In unison, the “Reids” exclaimed, “Mom, NO!”
