Callaghan's Bride. Diana Palmer
case, get her two dresses!”
“You shut up, Leo!” she groaned.
Rey was standing at the back door when Cag approached it with his burden.
“Going out?” Rey asked pleasantly, and opened the door with a flourish. “Have fun, now.”
“Rescue me!” Tess called to him.
“Say, wasn’t there a song about that?” Rey asked Leo, who joined him on the porch.
“There sure was. It went like this…‘Rescue me!’” he sang.
The two of them were still singing it, arm in arm, off-key, at the top of their lungs, when Cag drove away in the ranch truck with a furious Tess at his side.
“I don’t want new clothes!” she raged.
He glanced toward her red face and grinned. “Too late. We’re already halfway to town.”
This strangely jubilant mood of his surprised her. Cag, of all the brothers, never seemed to play. Of course, neither did Simon, but he was rarely around. Leo and Rey, she’d been told, had once been just as taciturn as the older Harts. But since Dorie came back into Corrigan’s life, they were always up to their necks in something. All Cag did was work. It was completely unlike him to take any personal interest in her welfare.
“Leo could have taken me,” she muttered, folding her arms over her chest.
“He’s too polite to carry you out the door,” he replied. “And Rey’s too much a gentleman. Most of the time, anyway.”
“These jeans just got broke in good.”
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