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“Yes.” Mariah nodded, screwing the shiny metal lid back onto the glass salt shaker.
“Which one is he?”
“Joseph’s oldest son, Cade.”
“Linda said he’s incredibly good-looking, but kind of scary.”
“Scary?” Mariah frowned, considering. “I think he seems a little edgy.”
“Did he tell you where he’s been all these years?” Julie asked, blatantly curious.
“He said he was working in Mexico just before coming home but that’s all I know.”
“I wonder where his brothers are? Have you heard from any of them?”
“No, I haven’t. Although maybe Cade knows more about them.”
“Well, I hope they show up soon,” Julie said. “Bob told me the taxes on the Triple C must be humungous and the sooner the heirs talk to the IRS, the better chance they have to work out a deal.”
Since Julie’s husband was an accountant, Mariah assumed he’d had experience with the IRS and probably was right.
She wiped spilled grains of salt off the wood tabletop.
“I hope they’re found soon, too.” Mariah picked up the box of salt and moved to the next table. “Joseph wanted them to return and live on the Triple C. He’d be terribly disappointed if they can’t all be found.”
The growl of powerful engines sounded in the street outside and headlights swept over the front of the café. Mariah glanced out the big plate glass window at six men piling out of two dual-wheeled pickup trucks.
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