4 TOTS for 4 TEXANS
Letter to Reader
Title Page
Books by Judy Christenberry
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Copyright
4 TOTS for 4 TEXANS
Which cowboy will become
the first daddy in
Cactus, Texas?
Their moms want grandchildren—
and these conniving matchmakers will
stop at nothing to turn their cowboy
sons into family men!
Who’ll be the first to fall?
Cal Baxter
or
Spence Hank
or
Tuck Langford
or
Mac Gibbons
Dear Reader,
After the Randalls, I didn’t think I’d find four men as lovable, or hardheaded, as those cowboys. But as I turned to my native Texas for inspiration, lo and behold, there they were. Not brothers, but best friends for life.
Cal, Spence, Tuck and Mac grew up together in a small West Texas town. Oil on their family properties could have made it easy for them, but they’ve worked hard all their lives. They know the value of work...and friendship. Nothing can come between them, especially women. In fact, they’d vowed long ago not to marry. Or to kiss girls, either, but Tuck dismissed that promise when he was thirteen. It didn’t take the others long to agree. Their bodies hardened by a tough, outdoor life, their eyes keen, their hearts filled with loyalty and honesty, these four draw women like pie on a hot summer day draws flies.
But their mothers, with only one chick apiece, want grandchildren. The other ladies in town have babies to cuddle. Why don’t they? And they set out to do something about it.
I hope you enjoy these four guys and their fall for four special women. I certainly did. But don’t you stampede to Texas looking for men like these. They may be out there, but we Texas ladies aren’t looking to give them away!
One Hot Daddy-To-Be?
JUDY CHRISTENBERRY
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Prologue
Mabel Baxter dealt the cards in rapid-fire fashion, from long practice, and talked at the same time. “Can you believe it? I ran into Henrietta at the grocery store yesterday. She’s got another grandbaby on the way!”
“That makes three for her,” Edith Hauk said, her voice filled with frustration.
“Luisa Ann has five,” Ruth Langford said as she sorted her cards. Her carefully styled blond hair, dyed to hide the gray, never moved as she shook her head.
“Even Thelma Morehouse has one on the way,” Florence Gibbons pointed out. “One heart.”
Edith studied her cards before saying, “Two diamonds. It’s just not fair. All our boys are more handsome than Thelma’s. Why, that Morehouse boy couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time when he was a teenager.”
Florence sighed. “It’s not a question of their attractiveness, Edith. You know that. They’re all handsome and eligible, good providers. And stubborn as mules.” She was the youngest of the four women and kept her brown hair, minus the gray, of course, short and curly.
Mabel spoke up. “I think it’s because there are four of them.” She drummed her long nails into the table as she considered her words. The nails, carefully tended, were her pride and joy. “Ever since Mac came back to town, they’ve done everything together.”
“You’re not blaming Mac, are you?” Florence asked, her defenses up. “He at least tried marriage. It’s not his fault it didn’t work out.”
“A’course not. But they always have a foursome to do things together. Ever since grade school. If one or two of them got married, then the others would, too.”
“And we’d have grandbabies,” Ruth said with a sigh.
Florence shook her head. “Wishing isn’t going to make it happen.”
“Neither is anything else,” Mabel complained. “We’re all gonna die without seeing our grandbabies born.”
“Not me,” Florence calmly said. “Your bid, Ruth.”
Instead of bidding, Ruth leaned across the table. “That’s easy for you to say, Florence Gibbons. Mac isn’t your son.”
Florence slapped her cards facedown on the table. “He’s as good as my son and you know it, Ruth Langford. My brother-in-law and his wife died when Mac was ten. I raised him. He’s mine.”
Edith hurriedly soothed her friend. “You know Ruth didn’t intend to upset you. What did you mean, ‘not you’?”
“I’ve got a plan.”
Florence’s statement put an end to any interest in the bridge game.
“To get Mac married again? How? What are you going to do?” Mabel asked.
The center of attention slowly picked up her cards, not looking at the others. “I’m not tellin’, but I’m not sittin’ around waiting for fate to step in. The boy has been alone long enough.”
Silence followed her words.
Then Mabel slammed her palm down on the table. “Well, if Flo can get Mac married, I reckon I can do the same with Cal... somehow.”
“Shoot, I’m not gonna be the only one with an empty cradle,” Ruth said.
“But what are you going to do?” Edith demanded, fingering the diamond heart pendant, a gift from her husband, she always wore. “We can’t hog-tie ‘em and drag ’em to the altar. And it’s not like there are a lot of eligible ladies here in Cactus.”
Florence smiled and rearranged her cards.
“Flo knows something,” Ruth said, her gaze sharpening.
The lady’s bland look told them all Ruth’s words were true, but she refused to respond to their questions.
After her cohorts subsided, Florence looked up. “We could make everything a little more interesting.”
“What does that mean?” Edith demanded.
“A little bet. Say, whoever gets a grandchild first wins a prize.”
“What prize?” Mabel wanted to know.
“Um, something good. How about a week at the Green House?” Neiman-Marcus’s famous spa was popular with the oil-rich ladies of Cactus.
“You mean, the other three foot the bill?” Ruth asked, her eyes narrowing in calculation.
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�That’s right. Might as well have a prize worth winning. Besides the grandbaby, that is. And you could do a bit of shopping for the new family addition on the way home.” Florence smiled again, as if she were supremely confident, something she knew would drive her friends crazy.
“You’re on,” Mabel said, her teeth clenched.
“It’s a deal,” Ruth and Edith agreed together.
“Good,” Florence responded. “Ruth, it’s your bid.”
Chapter One
“You know...” Tuck Langford said, his Western drawl only a part of the picture he made as he leaned his chair back on its two hind legs and tipped his cowboy hat up with the bottle of beer he held. “She might make winning the bet worthwhile.”
His three friends stared at him.
On good weather Saturdays, the four of them, along with a few other old friends, held a rodeo at one of their nearby ranches, riding wild horses and bulls. Then, holding to tradition, they retreated to The Old Cantina, a Mexican restaurant in the small Texas town of Cactus, located between Lubbock and the New Mexico border.
“What are you talking about?” Cal Baxter, the sheriff of Cactus, demanded, though he thought he knew as he followed Tuck’s gaze.
“I’m talkin’ about Jess,” Tuck responded.
“I know you’re talking about Jess. But I don’t like to hear you referring to her as some...some prize.”
“I don’t get why you’ve never made a move on her, Cal,” Mac Gibbons demanded, introducing an entirely new topic. “You’ve warned us away from her for years.”
“Hell, it’d be like taking my little sister to bed,” Cal returned, a fierce frown on his face. He didn’t like this conversation much.
The fourth member of their long-held friendship, Spencer Hauk, roused himself from the trance he’d fallen into, thinking about his success with a bull he’d long battled. “What are y’all talking about? A bet or Jessica?”
“Both,” Tuck said.
“No, we’re not,” Cal insisted. “Jess has nothing to do with a bet.”
“Yes, she does,” Tuck returned. “Well, not really, I guess, except that she qualifies since she’s female and young enough to have kids.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Mac demanded.
“I’m talking about our blessed mothers,” Tuck added cryptically.
Spence put his empty beer bottle on the table and waved to their waitress. “Man, I don’t talk about women and my mother in the same sentence. She likes to believe I’m still, uh, inexperienced.”
“Quiet, Spence,” Cal said. “We don’t want to discuss your sex life. We want to know what Tuck is talking about.” Cal leaned forward and stared at Tuck. “Let’s quit being mysterious. What are you talking about?”
Tuck laughed. “Always the sheriff, Cal. You’ve got to get to the bottom of everything. If you’d ever visit your mother, you’d know.” He let a superior smile rest on his lips. He’d visited his mother yesterday.
“Get on with it,” Cal growled.
“Okay, but you’re not going to like it.” He took a last drink from his beer and set it next to Spence’s. “Our mothers have made a bet about who will get the first grandchild.”
The other three frowned at each other and then all stared at Tuck.
Mac, with his legal background, made the first statement “But none of us is married.”
“True,” Tuck agreed. “And I don’t recall being married as being part of the bet. Though I suspect they’d prefer that we do it legally.”
“Your mother told you this?” Cal demanded, suspicion in his gaze.
“Not only told me, but she also offered me a bribe.”
All three of his listeners shoved their seats back from the table, as if distancing themselves from the entire subject.
“No way,” Cal said.
“Won’t happen,” Spence insisted.
“Been there, done that. Never again,” Mac added.
Tuck sat there, smiling.
Then Cal recalled his original statement. “You’re talking about getting Jessica pregnant?” He sounded as if his friend had suggested blowing up the world.
“Nope. I just said she might be worth the effort.”
“You stay away from her,” Cal growled.
“There you go again, Cal,” Mac interjected. “If you want her, why aren’t you doing anything about it? And if you don’t want her, why do you work so hard to keep us away from her?”
“Hell, don’t you remember? We vowed to avoid the marriage trap. You’ve warned us enough times.” That response, as true as it was, would direct the conversation away from Jessica, he hoped. He didn’t want any close examination of his relationship with her.
“I didn’t mean to—Well, I was speaking from experience. I didn’t mean your marriages would turn out bad,” Mac explained, frowning.
“We took a vow,” Cal said again.
“We were eleven at the time,” Tuck reminded him with a laugh. “We weren’t going to kiss any girls, either.”
Even Cal relaxed at that reminder. “So we were a little overly enthusiastic. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into marriage to please my mother. And kids? I don’t think so.”
Spence looked a little dreamy-eyed, but Cal figured it might be because of the beer. “Someday, I want a son.” Then, after a quick glance at his friends, he added, “But not now. Definitely not now.”
The waitress finally reached their table and another round of beers was ordered. “Your nachos will be right out.”
Tuck nodded and gave her a friendly smile. “Say, when Jess finishes in the kitchen, tell her to stop by, okay?”
“Sure. You’re not going to complain about me, are you, cowboy?”
“Nah, Nita. You’re doin’ a bang-up job,” Tuck assured her before she left the table.
“Why did you do that?” Cal demanded, pulling his chair closer and glaring at his friend.
“I haven’t seen Jess in a while. Thought we should say hello, be friendly,” Tuck assured him, an innocent look on his face.
“Being friendly with the ladies is one of your major talents, you mangy dog,” Cal growled. “Jess isn’t that kind of lady, though.”
Before their argument could escalate, a beautiful woman arrived at their table. Cal stared at Jessica Hoya as if seeing her for the first time. Her jet-black hair attested to her Mexican-American mother, but her green eyes and fine features were from her white father. He knew she attracted men’s attention. Hell, he’d dedicated his life to ensuring those men kept their distance.
“You wanted to see me, Tuck?” Her voice was pure velvet, making a man think of dark nights and satin sheets.
“Hey, Jess, long time no see.” He stood as he spoke, which had the other three scrambling to their feet.
“Take your seats, boys. I didn’t mean to disturb you. Nita said you wanted to speak to me?” she said to Tuck as the men sat down again.
“Haven’t seen you in a while. I wondered what you’ve been up to.” Tuck smiled.
She put one hand on her trim waist and grinned at one of Cal’s best friends. “I’ve been avoiding layabouts like you. I’m a businesswoman, you know.”
“Yeah. I heard you’re a real success now.”
She sighed. “Yeah, a real success.”
Cal studied her, noticing how tired she looked. Was something wrong? He’d always told her to come to him if she had any difficulties. “Jess? Is there a problem?”
She flashed him a brief look with her green eyes before addressing Tuck again. “I’m busy with the new restaurants, Tuck. It doesn’t leave me a lot of time to play.”
Cal frowned. She was fixing all her attention on Tuck. Was she interested in him? How come he’d never noticed it before?
“You must be finding some time. I heard you were seeing Johnny Boyd,” Tuck continued.
Cal almost broke the arms off his chair as his grip tightened. He hadn’t heard that rumor. Why hadn’t Tuck told him? “Jess, is he ri
ght? That man’s no good.” His gray eyes darkened as they glared at her. “I’m telling you—stay away from him.”
JESSICA CROSSED HER ARMS in front of her, “It’s none of your business, Cal, or Tuck’s, either. I’m an adult, remember?”
Not only was she an adult, she was a proven veteran in the tough restaurant business. But Cal never could admit that she’d grown up. To him, she was still a four-year-old, following his every step, fascinated with his every move. Of course, she admitted ruefully, she still was fascinated by him. But she was no longer a child.
Abruptly he stood and pulled her by the arm over to a window, away from the table. Leaning in, he stormed, “Baby, you have to be careful. Men are—some men are only out for what they can get.”
“Do not call me ‘baby,’ and please don’t insult my intelligence by telling me something I learned at my mother’s knee.” She pulled from his grasp, glaring at him. This man drove her crazy!
“I know you think you’re all grown up, baby, but—”
Frustration boiled over. Jessica had had Cal as a protector from the time she was four, he an older eight. Her mother, abandoned by her wealthy lover before Jessica was born, had supported herself by cleaning houses.
When oil struck the town twenty-four years ago, a lot more ladies had been able to afford help, and pay more for it. Mrs. Baxter, Cal’s mother, had been one of them. And she hadn’t objected when Jessica had accompanied her mother.
Cal, an only child, had immediately adopted Jessica as his little sister.
He allowed her to follow him on his adventures, teaching her how to climb trees, ride horses and obey his every command. He still thought she should do the latter. It wasn’t that he gave bad advice. It was that she no longer was a little girl. And she no longer wanted to be his sister.
“I think I deserve a social life. I’ve been working too hard lately.”
He frowned again. “Your restaurant is in trouble?”
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