Good Enough (Meet Me in Montana #3) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,130
I do it for her.”
He clapped me on the shoulder and grinned. “Thank you for taking care of our girl. Let’s go catch up with your daddy and brother, shall we?”
Chapter Thirty-Three
TIMBERLYNN
I paced the kitchen and rubbed my hands together as Stella and Kaylee sat at the small table and drank coffee.
“Timberlynn, you’re starting to make me tired with the walking back and forth. Will you please sit down?” Kaylee said.
“Where do you think they are? You said Ty Senior and Brock went as well?”
Stella nodded. “Ty and Frank actually went out a bit earlier for a ride together before they met up with Tanner and Brock, I believe.”
I was positive my eyes nearly jumped out of my head. “What? Why did they go out earlier, just the two of them?”
Stella laughed. “They seemed to have hit it off.”
“Right. The cigars and all,” I said as I went back to pacing. “This isn’t my father. He doesn’t do sitting on back porches, bullshitting, or riding. I didn’t even know my father rode horses!”
Kaylee gave me a sympathetic smile. “Why don’t you grab a few blueberry muffins, slather some butter all over them, sit down, and eat your emotions.”
“I can’t eat, my stomach is upset. Do you think he likes Tanner?” I asked as my gaze bounced between the two of them.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Kaylee asked.
“Of course, he does. What’s not to like?” Stella countered.
At that, I smiled. Then I saw Kaylee pick up a stick of butter and take a bite out of it. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing correctly. Another bite and I gagged.
“Oh my gawd!” I cried. “You just ate butter, Kaylee!”
She glanced down, and then looked back up at me. “Can you hand me a blueberry muffin if you’re not going to eat one?”
I shot a look at Stella who simply gave me a sweet smile. After getting a muffin for Kaylee, I handed it to her.
“Thanks!” she said as she took a bite of the muffin, then another bite of the butter. “Hmm, so good.”
I slapped my hand over my mouth as I gagged again. Stella jumped up and started to guide me out of the kitchen.
I went to glance back, and she said, “Don’t look back, it’s for the best.”
“But…she…the butter…she ate it!”
Stella nodded. “Yes, I know. Don’t even get me started on what she ate that made poor Blayze throw up.”
“What?” I cried out as Stella walked us into her sewing room and shut the door. “She made Blayze throw up?!”
“Yes, and Lincoln wasn’t too far behind. But luckily Brock got her out of the kitchen while I tended to Blayze. Morgan sat in her highchair oblivious to all of it. The joys of being a baby.”
I opened my mouth to ask what it was she ate, then quickly shut it.
“Smart move, sweetheart. You don’t want to know.”
“Ugh. Why does pregnancy make women eat such weird things?”
She shrugged and motioned for us to sit down on the small sofa. “I’m not sure, but when I was pregnant with Ty and Brock, I had the urge to eat dirt.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Dirt?”
“Yes,” she replied with a slight chuckle. “Ty Senior swears I snuck off and ate some, and that’s why the boys love to bull ride so much.”
Stella rolled her eyes while I shook my head in disbelief. Then she took my hands in hers. “Timberlynn, stop worrying so much about your daddy. He’s fine. Tanner is fine, all is going to be fine.”
“Stella, I don’t have a relationship with my father like you and Ty Senior do with the boys. I feel like I hardly even know him. He’s never been there for me in all the years I’ve grown up, and honestly, I’m afraid to start counting on him now. Look what he did with the Covey place.”
“Timberlynn, I never had a little girl, but you, Lincoln, and crazy-eating Kaylee out there are my daughters. I know you’re not married to Tanner, but I think of you as family. And I know that what you and Kaylee grew up with is completely different than how my boys grew up. But I saw something in your daddy last night and this morning that tells me there’s going to be some healing between the two of you. Just take a deep breath, and let it be.”
I closed my eyes and blew out a breath. “Let it be.”
“Yes. Let it be. There’s something in the Montana air, just