Cooper (The Family Simon 6)

“Cat?” Rick’s eyebrows shot up.

Cooper nodded. “The little orange thing. The one Dad brought home from Aunt Virginia’s.”

“Spice.”

Both boys turned to Isabel. She leaned back against the sink, drying her hands on a towel. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun that tickled her neck, and she was makeup-free. Okay. Who the hell had stolen his mother? She was dressed in well-washed jeans and a simple white shirt—sure they boasted expensive labels, but still.

Isabel tossed the towel and ruffled Connor’s head. “She was named Spice because Cooper said she looked like the brown sugar Nanny used to make her apple pies.”

Son of a bitch. She was right.

Cooper let the memory settle, took a few moments to savor it, and then cranked his head to the side, eyes on Maverick. “Dishwasher out of order?”

His brother grunted. “Not great timing considering the big meal we’ve got planned for Sunday. And the only guy in town who can fix it is laid up in the hospital.”

“Why don’t you just buy a new one?” That was a no-brainer as far as Cooper was concerned.

“Well, that’s what I said. But according to Charlie, the damn thing is only a few years old, and no way is she spending her hard-earned cash on a new one when this can be fixed.”

“What about your hard-earned cash?” Cooper knew Rick could afford to buy ten dishwashers if he wanted to.

“My goodness, boys. A few dirty dishes and your world is turned upside down.” Isabel winked at Connor. “Do you know where the bibs are for the lobster?”

“In the cupboard!” Connor shouted.

The youngster scrambled from his chair, all lanky arms and legs and slipped his hand into Isabel’s. The two of them disappeared around the corner, and Cooper could only stare after them.

“What the hell, brother?” He looked at Maverick. “Is she high?”

Rick chuckled. “Nope. Exact opposite. She’s not touched a drop of alcohol. No gin. No wine. Not even the bourbon she likes every now and again. And she’s given up smoking.”

Cooper opened his mouth to interject, but Maverick held up his hands.

“Yes. That means regular old cigarettes as well as the funky ones.”

Cooper glanced back at the door. “Huh.”

The boys didn’t get a chance to discuss their mother further. Charlie arrived, a little out of breath and a whole lot hungry. Cooper and Rick set the table while she cleaned up, and by five thirty, the five of them dug into a feast. There was the usual family talk, and Cooper settled in for a listen as he cracked open his lobster.

Charlie wanted to know if Rick had found anyone besides Lenny to come and fix the dishwasher.

No.

Rick asked Charlie if she needed him to come to her next doctor’s appointment on account he had to fly to Nashville after Easter.

Another no. Charlie was perfectly fine going to her ob-gyn on her own.

Charlie then wanted to know why Rick had to go to Nashville, and when he said he was recording with Donovan James, Connor asked if he could tag along.

That was another no.

It didn’t seem to bother the kid all that much, because, fast as you please, he switched gears and asked Rick when Stanley could come home. Rick looked at their mother, but Isabel just shrugged.

Huh. Looked like her stay could be extended.

Cooper was just reaching for a lobster tail when Charlie sat back in her chair and turned to him.

“My God, Cooper, how’s Morgan doing?”