But when she got pissed, watch out.
“Debbie? It’s your mother,” she snapped into the phone. “No, you listen to me. I only have a few words to say, I’m gonna say them, you’re gonna listen to them and then you’re gonna think about them. You do this to this family, you are no longer my daughter. I am not joking. I am not threatening. That’s just the plain, ole truth. You do this, you will never, ever see or hear from me again. Think about that.”
Then she flipped the phone closed, tossed it on the couch and swept her eyes through the room.
“I’m takin’ a ding-darned walk,” she announced then she promptly stomped out.
After she left the room all occupants remained silent.
Finally, Dean muttered, “Better get my boots on and follow her. No tellin’, in this mood, what she’ll get up to.”
And after delivering that, he moved out the door giving his younger daughter a gloomy look and Mike a jerk of his chin.
When they were alone, Mike felt Dusty’s arms around him get tight and her face plant in his chest.
“Mom never did that,” she mumbled into his chest. “As in ever. Not even close.”
He bent his neck and put his lips to her hair.
“She’ll not get the farm, honey,” he whispered into her hair. “This shit’s a pain in the ass. It’s baffling why she’s done what she’s done. It’s annoying that she’s intent to do what she’s going to do. But, breaking it down, Darrin looked out for his kids, he owned this farm outright and no judge in the state of Indiana is going to find in favor of an attorney who lives in Washington DC and makes six figures at the expense of two boys with no Dad and a legacy farm. So, it might be a pain in the ass but, in the end, this farm will be safe.”
“I need to go back to Texas.”
Mike felt every inch of his body get solid.
“Pardon?” The word was whispered low.
She tipped her head back and caught his eyes, “Sell my place. Sort out the gallery. Deal with getting the bigger kilns up here. To fight this, we need money. To make a go of this farm, Fin needs help. This is no longer me stepping in for a few months, Mike. Debbie’s got her teeth into this, it goes to the courts, this shit could take months and not a few of them. I need to make the move permanent. Or, at least, rent my place out so it isn’t sitting there costing me money and go back once Fin is settled and hopefully Rhonda is sorted and lastly Debbie is out of the way. And Kirby’s bed is okay but staying in a teenager’s bedroom is gonna get old fast. I know this because it already is. And Kirb and Fin don’t much like the new arrangement either. They’re used to having their own space. With this new shit, Mom and Dad, I know, will be in for the long haul. I need space of my own. A studio apartment. Whatever. But I need to start sorting my life and I need to start doing it yesterday.”
Mike stared down into her eyes and he could not say this didn’t please the fuck out of him. It did. Absolutely.
But Jesus, she was making huge life decisions in a matter of seconds.
“Honey, maybe you might wanna think on that. A day, two or, better yet, a week.”
“Is Debbie’s mind gonna change in a day or two or a week?” she shot back and shook her head. “No. Is McGrath gonna vaporize into thin air? Especially when it becomes public record a family is battling over a farm he wants?” Another shake of the head. “No. Is Rhonda gonna snap out of it, especially now, with Mom here, a Mom who will cook, clean, grocery shop so she’ll have more time to retreat? No. I could go on, Mike. But, advice, get used to this. This is me, babe. I don’t fuck around. My family needs me and those boys don’t need me with it in the back of their mind that at any time I can bolt. They gotta know I’m committed. I’m committed. And, uh…by the way, I’ve fallen in love with one of The ‘Burg’s cops. He’s got roots I don’t wanna dig out because I like them. So, it might be a decision on the fly but you have to admit with all that, it’s a good one.”
She was not wrong.
“Don’t leave for a week,” Mike said.
“Mike, I have to –”
His arms gave her a squeeze and he dipped his face close.
“Don’t leave for a week,” he repeated. “Next weekend the kids are at Audrey’s. I’ll see if I can get Friday and Monday off. Talk to Audrey about keepin’ them Sunday night. We’ll leave Friday morning after the kids go to school. I’ll go down with you, help you out.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered immediately, “I would love that.”
She meant it, every word. No hiding. Straight out.
Jesus, fuck, it was soon, he knew it, he didn’t fucking care.
He loved the woman he held in his arms, straight up, straight to the heart.
“I’ll talk to my Cap first thing in the morning,” he whispered back. “Talk to the kids tomorrow after school.”