Part 7 (1/2)

All around them, groups had gathered. Family members who hadn't seen each other in months or years even, hugged and chatted. It was an animated bunch. A crazy, eclectic, loud bunch that Tucker called family, and he realized that he had missed them. h.e.l.l, even eccentric Aunt Virginia.

The Simons were his blood, and he'd been away for far too long.

”There's my boys.”

Tucker barely had time to turn around before he was enveloped in a bear hug from a man who still had at least an inch or so on his sons.

Noah Simon was a force of nature who took no prisoners.

He was as at ease in the boardroom as he was in the swamps hunting gators. A southern boy through and through, he'd been raised right by a woman who'd done it on her own after his father was killed in the Korean War. He was the kind of man who believed that the power of discipline only worked when it was dealt with a gentle hand. And he was also a man who believed in dealing swiftly with those who crossed him-he wasn't someone you'd want as an enemy.

After embracing both his boys, Noah stepped back, his piercing eyes as blue as ever.

”Tuck, you better get your s.h.i.+t together because your mama isn't exactly happy with you, and you've got about two minutes before she makes her way over here.”

And his forthright manner was pretty much the same too.

”I know,” Tucker replied a bit sheepishly. ”I've been meaning to call. I've just been...busy.”

”Busy,” Noah said carefully, his eyes moving to the bartender. ”I'll have a scotch, neat.” He returned his gaze to his sons.

”She worries about you, Tucker. I know you're a grown man and life gets in the way, but you need to check in from time to time. Your mother gets antsy when she doesn't hear from you and when your mama isn't happy, well...”

His father didn't have time to say anything else because Cooper had somehow managed to extricate himself from Aunt Virginia's clutches, and he and Rick joined them at the bar.

Cooper shook Noah's hand and then clapped Beau on the shoulder before turning to Tucker. He paused for a moment as if he wasn't sure what to say and then offered his hand. ”d.a.m.n good to see you, Tuck. It's been a while.”

Tucker shook his cousin's hand, and in spite of himself, felt a gentle tug inside. They'd been so close once. And even though the aftermath of Marley's death had put something between them all-most of his cousins didn't know what to do or say-Tucker took some of the blame. He hadn't made things easy for any of them either.

”I hear things are going well for you in New York.”

”Things are good,” Tucker replied.

”Rick told me you just signed Dean Kendrick as a client. I gotta say, that's pretty d.a.m.n impressive.”

”Kendrick?” Beau said, as his father echoed the name. ”When did this happen?”

One thing about the Simons, every single one of them were sports junkies-it didn't matter whether it was baseball, hockey, basketball, or football. Take your pick. If there was a sports team involved, the Simons were invested. Some would say fanatical.

Beau had been a starting pitcher for the Yanks before an injury ended his career and a chance encounter with a director set him on a path toward Hollywood and superstardom. If not for that, he'd still be playing the game.

The conversation quickly s...o...b..lled into an intense discussion about Kendrick and his future with the Rangers, and for a few minutes, Tucker lost himself in it. It was easy to do-Cooper and Beau felt that he was the franchise player Tucker believed him to be. While his father and Rick felt he was too young to carry the weight of the team and definitely too green to lead.

Their corner soon got loud, as the Simons tended to do, and it might have accelerated if not for the woman making her way toward them.

Tucker's mother appeared at his father's side, effectively shutting down the curse words. Not that his mother was a prude-far from it-but his mom had a few rules in that regard. Firstly, if you had the occasion to wear a suit, than cursing wasn't allowed. And secondly? If you had the occasion to wear a suit and disregarded her first rule, then there would be h.e.l.l to pay.

Tucker's mom believed cursing was best left for the outdoors or behind closed doors, and most definitely not in mixed company.

She kissed her husband, Noah, on the cheek and then reached for Tucker.

Eden DuRocher-Simon was small, delicate even, but Tucker braced himself as he scooped her into a hug, because he knew that she had no problem giving it to any of them. And right about now he was the one who was going to be getting the giving.

But she surprised Tucker. She accepted his kiss, his murmured apology for not returning her calls, and she even smiled up at him as he relaxed his grip. Her smile was almost a little too sweet.

Tucker watched her suspiciously. Something was up.

”You look beautiful, Mom,” Tucker murmured, squeezing her hand as she stepped back.

And she did. Her hair, the color of burnished sable, glistened beneath the lights, brus.h.i.+ng her shoulders. She wore a pale yellow dress, cla.s.sy in style with a fitted bodice and a skirt that fell just above her knew. It was set off with a strand of pearls that he knew his father had given her on their wedding day, the matching earrings finis.h.i.+ng the ensemble.

Eden accepted a gla.s.s of wine from her husband and took a sip, her look direct as she gazed up at her son.

Tucker knew something was coming at him and he had a feeling it was- ”So I just met the loveliest girl. Abby Mathews.”

s.h.i.+t.

Tucker glanced at Beau, but his brother shrugged which basically meant he was on his own.

”Is she the reason you've been,” his mother's eyebrow shot up, ”so busy?”

Christ. Here we go.

”Mom,” Tucker began, but he was cutoff by a low whistle.

”Who the h.e.l.l is that?” Cooper asked as they all gazed across the room.

”Cooper, language,” Eden murmured.

Betty Jo was grabbing two champagne gla.s.ses from a waiter, and sure, she looked amazing as ever, but it was the woman beside her who had Tucker's attention. And he was pretty d.a.m.n sure she had everyone else's too.

Abby.

She looked unbelievable and not at all like the Abby he was used to. This Abby looked as if she'd just stepped out of the pages of some society magazine.

Dramatic makeup. Hair styled so that it fell over one shoulder in rippling waves of dark chestnut. Mouth glossy and full. Dressed in a strapless blood red c.o.c.ktail dress that hugged her figure in a way that was meant to garner attention, Tucker snuck a look at his cousins. Rick was smiling at her and Cooper's gaze was locked onto Abby as if she was a piece of candy he wanted to lick.

Tucker took a step forward. No way in h.e.l.l was Cooper getting close to Abby. If anyone was going to lick her, it was gonna be him.

”Who the...who is that woman?” Cooper asked again.

Tucker threw his cousin a warning look which only made Cooper's smile widen.

”Why that's Tucker's new friend, Abby,” his mother replied in her slow southern drawl. ”And she's such a delight. Smart as a whip, funny as all get out and she can hold her own with Betty, which-” she glanced at Beau and winked-”isn't the easiest thing to do.”

Beau snorted. ”You got that right.”