Dylan scowled at her. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look so red-hot.”She slowly wiggled from side to side to ease her weight deeper into the chair. “It’s going to take time.” Just when she’d gotten settled, the baby whimpered.Dylan hopped up and got the boy. He made a comical face. “Caution! Toxic waste on board. Detour to the changing table.”Sondra manufactured a watery smile. It was downright funny seeing how Dylan handled the baby. “You’re in Oklahoma, boy. You’ll love the OSU Cowboys. Soon as you start talkin’, I’ll teach you to holler for the orange-and-white.” The patter went on, regardless of Matthew’s increasingly loud cry. It stopped as he presented a squalling, flannel-wrapped bundle to Sondra and announced, “He’s on empty. Fill up his tank.”She accepted her son. “Thank you for everything, Dylan. As soon as things settle down, I’ll make you a nice supper.”“Sounds to me like you need to be making him supper.”“Unh-huh.
