Diana Palmer Quote

At least she was good at archaeology, she mused, even if she was a dismal failure as a woman in Tate’s eyes.She’s been broody ever since we got here, Leta said with pursed lips as she glanced from Tate to Cecily. You two had a blowup, huh? she asked, pretending innocence.Tate drew in a short breath. She poured crab bisque on me in front of television cameras.Cecily drew herself up to her full height. Pity it wasn’t flaming shish kebab! she returned fiercely. Leta moved between them. The Sioux wars are over, she announced.That’s what you think, Cecily muttered, glaring around her at the tall man.Tate’s dark eyes began to twinkle. He’d missed her in his life. Even in a temper, she was refreshing, invigorating.She averted her eyes to the large grass circle outlined by thick corded string. All around it were make-shift shelters on poles, some with canvas tops, with bales of hay to make seats for spectators. The first competition of the day was over and the winners were being announced. A woman-only dance came next, and Leta grimaced as she glanced from one warring face to the other. If she left, there was no telling what might happen.That’s me, she said reluctantly, adjusting the number on her back. Got to run. Wish me luck.You know I do, Cecily said, smiling at her.Don’t disgrace us, Tate added with laughter in his eyes.Leta made a face at him, but smiled. No fighting, she said, shaking a finger at them as she went to join the other competitors.Tate’s granitelike face had softened as he watched his mother. Whatever his faults, he was a good son.