Olivia said, coming to meet Gabe when he got out of his truck. The woman didn’t even give him time enough to set his boots on solid ground. He tipped his hat back, his patience wearing thin. “I made myself clear when I talked to you on the phone. If there was any ‘getting off on the wrong foot,’ I’d say it didn’t come from misunderstanding my wishes.” She bit her lip and stared at him. He got the feeling that biting her lip wasn’t from indecision or worry, but more to keep her mouth shut. Clearly she would love to expound on her reasons for being here, but she was thinking it wasn’t wise to do so. “Oh, there you are,” his mother said, poking her head out the door. “Dinner is served. I’d begun to think you’d flown the country.” He was going to have to sit down at the table with her. The idea sent an uneasiness coursing through him. “If this wasn’t my home, I might have thought about it.” Georgetta stepped out onto the porch. “Gabe McKennon, I’m ashamed of you.”
