Montana Love: Multicultural Romance by Cassandra Black Read Free Book Online

from their compartments in the ceiling. Gravity left and the aircraft spun in a nosedive toward the dark sea below.

 
    Chapter 11
     
    Less than forty five minutes later, Dex was back at the front door, ready for dinner with Cynthia and Carson.
     
    “Hello,” he said through the screen door, not wanting to just walk in, as he was accustomed to doing when Martin and Thelma were home.
     
    “Come on in!” Cynthia hollered from the kitchen.
     
    Little footsteps filled the hallway.
     
    “Uncle Dex, what are you standing out there for?” Carson said opening the door and pulling him by the hand toward the kitchen.
     
    Dex chuckled. “Because there’s a lady in the house and a man can’t just walk in on her.”
     
    “But you walk in all the time when daddy and mama are home.”
     
    “That’s different,” Dex said, hoisting him up on his shoulder.
     
    “Take a seat,” Cynthia said motioning but not turning around. She was slipping oven mittens on her hands. “We were just getting ready to sit down and start.”
     
    “Sorry I took so long,” Dex said, walking to the counter to grab the plates out of the dish cabinet.  He already knew where they were.
     
    Cynthia bent and reached into the oven to take out the warmed casserole.
     
    Dex couldn’t help it that his eyes landed on her round bottom as she bent toward the oven. The soft fabric of her dress accented her shapely body.
     
    “I thought I’d give you two a chance to get acquainted,” he said, enjoying being in the kitchen next to her.
     
    Cynthia turned and looked at Dex, the casserole in her hand. The sight of him, all cleaned up, took her breath away.  He was dressed in loose-fitting, worn jeans and a soft chambray t-shirt. Unshaven, his blue eyes sparkled when he interacted with Carson. The sight of them warmed her heart.
     
    The sound of Carson plopping the plastic glasses on the table filled the room.
     
    “I already knew that,” she smiled. “And thank you.”
     
    “Yeah, thanks Uncle Dex. Miss Cynthia is not a stranger anymore.”
     
    The two chuckled as they finished setting the table.
     
    Over dinner, Carson was quite the chatter box. They let him rattle on and on about his time with Miss Emma and four year old stuff.  Cynthia did manage to find out Dex had been in Montana all of his life, but for college and his stint playing pro-football.
     
    Dex asked about her career and a little but Carson was the center of the conversation. They both wanted to keep his mind off the fact that his parents were away.  He was okay for now, but they both secretly wondered about bedtime.
     
    After eating dinner, the men cleared the table and washed the dishes while Cynthia stored the leftovers and whipped up a pitcher of lemonade using the fresh lemons Thelma had in the hanging baskets near the pantry. 
     
    As they were tidying up, she couldn’t help but peek over at them.  Carson was kneeling in a chair at the sink getting more suds on him than he was on the dishes, and Dex was standing next to him drying.
     
    It was sheer bliss watching them talking and laughing.
     
    A family would be nice one day , she surprised herself thinking.  Real nice.
     
    Dex caught her staring as she was stirring the lemonade.
     
    “Yes?” he said smiling, as if reading her mind.
     
    “I didn’t say anything,” she blushed.
     
    “Yes you did. Maybe not with your mouth,” he said. “But you spoke. He smiled then turned his attention back to Carson and the mess he was making with the sudsy water.
     
    Cynthia chuckled and shook her head at the two of them.
     
    After finishing up in the kitchen, they all moved out to the back porch to let their food digest, but the child had ants in his pants and couldn’t sit still for long.
     
    Dex laughed, knowing what he had to do to tire him out. Within minutes, they were in the backyard washing Carson’s new Labrador Retriever.  Martin had gotten the puppy for his son before they left, hoping it would