Tammy and the Doctor. Judy Duarte
about that falling-out?” Tammy asked.
“I’m afraid not, but I’ve always been curious.” Jenna glanced at her sister, then back to Tammy. “I knew we had an uncle and a grandfather, but that’s about it. My dad never talked about his childhood or life on the Flying B.”
“Neither did mine,” Tammy said. “I asked about it a couple of times, but he refused to answer.” Tammy decided not to mention the talk she’d had with her dad just a few hours ago—or the revelation that Jenna and Donna’s father had done something “unforgivable.”
“Maybe we’ll hear more about it at that family ‘pow-wow’ we’re supposed to have,” Jenna said.
Tammy didn’t know about that. “After thirty-five years of silence, it’s hard to imagine any of those involved opening up.”
“That’s too bad.” Jenna lifted her napkin and blotted her lips. “Having an unsolved family problem can affect other relationships down the road.”
She was probably right, although it hadn’t seemed to affect Tammy’s father or his one and only relationship. Her parents had been happily married—at least, that’s what she’d heard.
“Our parents divorced when we were young,” Donna said. “And our dad never remarried.”
“We lived with our mother until we were eight and ten,” Jenna added. “And when Mom died, we moved in with our dad. By that time, I just assumed that we’d never be close with the Byrd side of the family. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”
Until Tex Byrd had called the family home, Tammy hadn’t given that side of her family a whole lot of thought. And even now, she wasn’t so sure she’d like her relatives, although Jenna and Donna seemed okay.
Donna didn’t appear to be as forthright as her sister. In fact, the two didn’t seem to be especially close. But what did Tammy know about them—or about having relationships with other women?
When it came right down to it, she didn’t have a single thing in common with either of her cousins—other than some shared DNA.
Well, that and the fact they’d lost their mother, too.
“I never knew my mama,” Tammy admitted. “She died when I was two, so my dad raised me on his own.”
“I’m sorry to hear you lost your mother so young,” Jenna said. “A father doesn’t always understand what it’s like to be a girl growing up to be a woman.”
That’s for sure. Tammy smiled. “I guess that’s why it was easier not to even try to be a lady.”
Oh, no. Had she really said that? Out loud?
“I mean,” Tammy said in an attempt to explain herself, “who needs high heels and prom dresses, anyway?”
She’d never really missed the goofy adolescent glamour. Well, not until this very moment in time, when she realized that neither Jenna nor Donna would have a lick of trouble getting Doc’s attention when he showed up at the ranch tomorrow.
And now look at her—trying to reach out and befriend two women who’d probably always be strangers to her. But something told her that Doc wouldn’t give a flying leap about how good she was with a lasso, so she was going to have to learn the ropes of being a woman.
And she knew just the women who could offer her some helpful feminine hints, if they were willing. After all, they were older and wiser when it came to that sort of thing.
But could she lay her heart and soul on the line? Would they even care if she did?
They seemed friendly enough, but they really didn’t know her. And when it was all said and done, when Tex Byrd called them all together and had his say, they’d probably head back to wherever it was they hailed from and never hear from each other again. So she couldn’t very well expect them to feel any family loyalty or be inclined to do her any favors.
Or would they?
Aw, heck. Just toss it right out there, Tammy Kay. Tell ’em that you’re in need of a little help learning how to apply makeup and to style your hair in something other than a braid or a ponytail.
Maybe they’d even agree to go shopping with her for a dress. Her heart spun at the possibility of doing something other women did all the time—going to stores, trying on clothes and taking part in a little girl talk. Then going home and dolling up for the first time in her life.
But it wasn’t just the feminine camaraderie that she found appealing. It was the results of it that set her imagination soaring.
What if she did more than catch Doc’s eye? What if he went so far as to ask her out on a date?
Her heart slipped into a zippity-do-dah beat.
But for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to do anything other than spear a chunk of potato and stuff it into her mouth.
What if her cousins laughed at her, or called her a tomboy and told her to take a hike, or refused to let her in on their secrets? Or, worse than that, if they just passed her by as if she didn’t matter at all? She wouldn’t bounce back from the rejection as quickly as she had in the past.
As it was, she’d be leaning on her own feminine wiles tomorrow—as scary as that was. Because, come hell or high water, she’d snag Doc’s attention.
She just hoped it would be in a good way. Because going on a date with Doc Sanchez was one romantic dream she didn’t want to see crash and burn.
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