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don’t mean…”
    “Yep. Bluebell Carter is officially back in
town, let the gossiping begin.” He took another bite of his
sandwich and watched his mother’s mouth fall open.
    “Well, I declare…” she shook her head, “I
never thought I’d see the day. That girl took off the minute she
hit eighteen and never looked back. Left her poor daddy out there
on the ranch all by himself. She hasn’t been back around these
parts in years.”
    Poor daddy? Zach blinked in confusion. Since
when had he ever heard anyone refer to the Carter’s as poor
anything? Coming out of his mother’s mouth it was even stranger. It
probably meant the rumors going around town were true.
    “Everybody said she was coming back for the
wedding but... Bluebell Carter huh?”
    “Yep, Bluebell Montgomery Carter.” He drawled
and returned his attention to his sandwich.
    “I never did understand why her mama gave her
that silly name. They’re pretty flowers sure but Rose or Lily would
have been just as nice.”
    Zach shrugged indifferently. The name was
definitely unique. Still, the memory of those big blue eyes made
him think it was pretty fitting. She hadn’t seemed like a Lily or a
Rose.
    “How’d she look?
    He smiled at the open invitation to think
about the pretty blond though he doubted his mother wanted the
details that had warped with his testosterone addled brain. Sleek
blond hair, smooth pink lips, perky breasts and legs that’d easily
wrap all the way around his waist were the first things that came
to mind.
    “I’ll take that grin to mean she’s as pretty
as she ever was.” He caught the eye roll his mother did and
couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
    He couldn’t confirm yes or no since he didn’t
have a memory of the girl to match the woman. If he was a betting
man though he’d say she’d always been a looker. She had the type of
beauty queen looks you had to be born with, no amount of styling or
dieting created that figure.
    “You know I heard from Penny McBride that
Bluebell never got married.”
    His mind ran screeching into a brick wall. He
frowned and took a swig of his water, wishing he’d opened a beer
instead before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. If there
was one thing he wanted to talk about less than sex with his mother
it was marriage.
    Marriage was not in his future. His mother
couldn’t seem to get that through her thick skull though no matter
how many times he tried to explain. He’d already done his family
duty as far as he was concerned. He’d taken over the ranch when he
was eighteen and all the responsibility that came with that. Caring
for a grieving mother and two younger brothers had more than
solidified his feelings that he didn’t need a wife any more than he
needed to take care of any extra little people. The only thing
about marriage he’d ever wanted was the sex and he got more than
enough of that without the institution.
    “Maybe I should look her up, make sure she
has a good time while she’s in town then.” He used his hardest
glare to get his point across.
    Reba glared right back, “You’re
hopeless.”
    “Thank you.”
    He drank his water, ate his food and ignored
the look of disapproval on his mothers face. He hated that look. He
hated knowing she didn’t approve of his style with women. She’d
once called him a chauvinist pig, course she’d done it with a smile
and a wink. Didn’t lessen the blow any. Still, he was what he was
and he had his reasons.
    “Did you just stop by to gossip or was there
something you needed?” He changed the subject.
    “Am I that easy to read?” She softened.
    He nodded but remained silent. It wasn’t
every day his mother stopped by the ranch house with enough food to
feed an army. She hadn’t been happy with him remodeling her house
so she’d stuck to town the past few months and he’d been the one
doing the visiting. He’d already deduced she had something
important she wanted to say.
    “I wanted to talk to you about this