Cindy Kirk – A Jackson Hole Homecoming (страница 10)
His dad smiled warmly at Adrianna and Tripp realized he must make it clear to his parents that he and the pretty midwife were just friends. But not now.
He wanted them to enjoy the evening. And he didn’t feel like answering their questions as to why he wasn’t interested in Adrianna.
Conversation flowed easily over dinner and for a normally shy person, Adrianna talked a great deal. Although his parents were very adept in social settings, his suspicions were that Anna’s talkativeness had more to do with a second Crazy Coyote Margarita that the waiter brought her than his parents’ natural friendliness.
His mother continued to smile warmly at Adrianna, which worried Tripp. But she’d been doing that all through dinner. The two women had bonded over their inability to eat anything cooked with an intact face.
Then she’d asked Adrianna about her work. His mother’s eyes shone when Adrianna had gushed about how much she loved delivering babies.
But when his mother lifted a brow and a gleam filled her eye, Tripp shifted uneasily in his seat.
“I assume you want children of your own?” his mother asked.
“I do,” Adrianna said without hesitation. “But I need to find a husband first.”
When his mother’s gaze slid pointedly to him, Tripp realized he should have seen it coming.
He ignored the look she shot him and stabbed the last piece of pork on his plate. “Did I tell you that our emergency department received another honor?”
“Honey—” his mom’s tone turned chiding “—can’t you forget about work for one evening?”
He resisted the urge to point out that she and Adrianna had been talking about her “work” for the past ten minutes.
“Your mother is right.”
Tripp couldn’t believe his father was agreeing with his mom. Frank had been a businessman as well as a rancher for most of his life. He understood that events such as tonight’s barbecue were as much about business as socializing.
“We appreciate the fact that you’re encouraging Tripp to get out more,” Frank said to Adrianna.
Whoa, what had his father said? Tripp had been the one to invite Adrianna to this event, not the other way around.
“He can be somewhat of a workaholic.” Adrianna cast him a teasing glance and motioned for the server to bring her another Crazy Coyote.
“Are those good?” his mother asked.
“Delicious,” Adrianna pronounced.
“I’ll have one, too,” his mother told the server.
Tripp resisted the urge to groan.
His father settled back in his chair, looking amused. “So you enjoy being with my son.”
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