McFarlane's Perfect Bride by Christine Rimmer

She went out with you? ”
    Connor played it cool. “That’s right. And she’s coming with us to the picnic Sunday.”
    â€œWhat picnic?” CJ pretended not to remember,though Connor had told him more than once that they were going.
    â€œOut at the Hopping H.”
    â€œOh, great.” Meaning it wasn’t. “Forget it, okay? I’m not going to any picnic out at Aunt Melanie’s ranch.”
    â€œSuit yourself.”
    CJ slanted him a suspicious look; Connor usually didn’t give in that easily.
    Connor got up and crossed to the door, turning back to deliver the zinger. “I’m sure Jerilyn will be sorry you couldn’t make it.” He stepped over the threshold.
    CJ stopped him before he shut the door behind him. “Okay, wait.”
    Connor faced the room again. “It’s late. Turn off the game and go to sleep.”
    â€œYou’re serious.” CJ squinted at him, as though trying to see inside his head. “Jerilyn will be there.”
    If she accepts Tori’s invitation. “I’m serious.”
    â€œOkay, fine. I guess I don’t mind going.”
    Connor remembered Tori’s advice. “Another thing.”
    â€œWhat?” CJ asked in a guarded mumble.
    â€œYou should ask Jerilyn to come over to the house. And any other new friends you’ve made in town.”
    â€œWhat for?”
    â€œI don’t know, just to…hang out. Plus, I’d like to get to know your friends a little.”
    CJ frowned as he turned Connor’s suggestion over in his mind, no doubt looking for the catch. He found it. “Get to know them? Why? So you can ask them all kinds of questions?”
    Connor suppressed a sigh. “No. Because they’re your friends, that’s all. I would like to meet your friends.”
    CJ thought about that for a minute. Apparently, he found Connor’s reasoning acceptable. He gave out a grudging, “I’ll think about it.”
    â€œGood. And go to bed.”
    â€œOh, all right.” CJ grabbed the remote and turned off the flatscreen.
    â€œGood night,” said Connor, as he pulled the door shut after him.
    Faintly, he heard his son mutter, “Night.”
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    In the morning, after breakfast, Connor shut the door to his study and called his sister. One of the college girls she had helping out at the ranch for the summer answered the phone.
    â€œHi, Mr. McFarlane. She’s in the dining room, visiting with the guests.”
    â€œHave her call me when she gets a moment.”
    â€œHold on. She just came into the kitchen…”
    Then Melanie was on the line. “Connor. Hi.”
    â€œYou sound breathless.”
    â€œWe’ve got a full house.” Even in the lagging economy, she was making the Hopping H pay. “And it’s Saturday breakfast, which is always hectic.”
    â€œJust called to give you a heads-up. About tomorrow? I invited two more people. I hope that’s okay.”
    â€œNo problem. The more the merrier. Who? Do I know them?”
    â€œTori Jones and Jerilyn Doolin.”
    â€œAh,” Melanie said. It was a very knowing kind of sound. “What does ah mean?”
    â€œNot a thing.”
    â€œLiar.”
    â€œWell, if you must know, I ran into Tori at the Tottering Teapot last Monday.”
    â€œThe Tottering Teapot. Is that a restaurant?”
    â€œThat’s right. On Main. We all love it.”
    â€œWe?”
    â€œIt’s more of a woman’s kind of place, actually,” she explained. That news didn’t surprise him in the least. “Lots of fresh salads. About a thousand different varieties of tea.”
    â€œI get the picture,” he said without a lot of enthusiasm. “So you talked with Tori…”
    â€œI did. She mentioned she was going out with you. And Grant dropped by early this morning. You two were spotted in the Gallatin Room last night.”
    He shook his head,