saw in Mikeâs eyes wasnât counterfeit. âWhat do you . . . oh, I see.â He chuckled. âThe Vangesthought I was scoping out the competition. You can reassure them that we have no intention of entering the hospitality industry, at least not for the foreseeable future. Itâs politics that interests my father.â
Picking up a small stone, Mike attempted to skip it across the water, frowning when it sank after only the second skip. âHe wants me to run for mayor of Blytheville and use that as a stepping stone to state office. I think he has illusionsâor delusionsâof Washington.â Mikeâs tone left no doubt about his opinion of those aspirations.
âYou mean the big white house on Pennsylvania Avenue?â
Mike nodded. âNo one ever claimed my father had small dreams.â
That confirmed what Kate had said. Cal Tarkett was a shrewd and determined businessman who wanted the Tarkett name to be as familiar as Rockefeller and Carnegie were a century earlier.
Gillian looked at Mike, admiring the openness of his expression. Another man might have tried to hide his discomfort, but he did not. âYou sound as if youâre not sure those are your dreams.â
âWas it that obvious?â
âOnly to someone whoâs had her share of parental pressure.â
Mike looked intrigued, or perhaps he was simply relieved that the conversation had shifted away from him. âDid they push you into music?â
âNo, that was my dream. Itâs only been since the accident that my dad has started to pressure me into what he calls a âsuitable lifestyle.ââ
âAnd that would be . . . ?â
Gillian paused. As comfortable as she felt with Mikeâand that was strange, because sheâd never felt so comfortable so quicklyâthey were venturing into highly personal territory. But sheâd been the one to open the subject. She owed Mike an honest answer.
âThe usual,â she said as casually as she could. âIâm supposedto marry someone suitable, produce grandchildrenâpreferably girls since my brother has already given him a grandsonâand live in a McMansion.â
Mikeâs chuckle turned into a full-fledged laugh. âIf you change âlive in a McMansionâ to âlive in the White House,â thatâs my parentsâ dream.â He grabbed both of Gillianâs hands and smiled at her. âSo, what do you think? Should we elope to Vegas and make everyone happy?â
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Y ou donât have to worry.â Gillian smiled at Kate as she accepted a cup of coffee and settled onto the comfortable couch in Kate and Gregâs apartment. Though it had been the better part of a day since Mike had arrived, this was the first opportunity Gillian had had to talk privately with Kate, and she wanted to relay the good news. Thereâd been no time after supper, and when Gillian returned from Firefly Valley, sheâd seen no lights in the apartment. Recalling Kateâs saying that she was trying to schedule a date night with Greg, Gillian guessed theyâd found a movie they both wanted to see.
Kate returned Gillianâs smile. âThatâs what the doctor said. I wasnât worried, but she was a little concerned about my weight gain. She thought it might be the first sign of preeclampsia until I told her about Carmenâs cooking.â Kate gestured toward the plate of fruit in front of her and the tray of Danish pastries sheâd pushed to the far side of the coffee table. âWe both agreed I need to be more careful. Fruit instead of pastries and clear soup instead of tamales.â
Though tamales had not been a big part of Kateâs diet until she came to Rainbowâs End, sheâd soon developed a craving forthem and had even served them at her wedding reception. âIâll bet youâd be allowed one.â
Rolling her eyes, Kate reached for
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