Page 183 of The Texas Sterling Collection
“Sounds good. I think I’ll have roast chicken and stuffing.” Ailbe followed Declan to the hot food section.
They took their plates and found an unoccupied counter in the center of the room. They sat on the stools and began enjoying their lunch.
A handsome couple entered the dining area.
“Those two guys look familiar,” Ailbe motioned toward the couple. “I’ve seen them somewhere but don’t remember where.”
“They look a lot like those two guys on the cover ofThe Advocate,” Declan said, “the rancher lads from Texas.”
“You’re right,” Ailbe said. “Could we be lucky enough to meet them here on neutral territory?”
“I didn’t say theywerethose two. I said theylooked likethose two,” Declan mumbled as he speared a beef tip and put it into his mouth.
“Declan, I think theyarethose two. Put on your cheerful face and look warm and inviting for once.”
Declan swallowed. “Oy…I can look warm and inviting if I want to.”
“Right…seconds before you shoot someone.”
Declan laughed. “Aye…catches them off guard.”
* * *
Rod and Wyl had stepped off the elevator into an expansive room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the track. The room featured a buffet area with a variety of hot and cold foods. Along with standard four-seat dining tables, the room included tall tables with barstools.
“Wow…this is an interesting place,” Wyl said. “Not at all like what I expected.”
“And what did you expect, babe?” Rod grabbed Wyl’s hand and pulled him toward the serving line.
“I’m not sure. I guess something outdoors? I never attended horse races in the United States. My only impression comes from movies.”
“This is it. Betting counter over there,” Rod motioned to a counter at one end of the room. “Horses run down there,” he gestured toward the track. “People watch the races from up here,” his arm swept the room.
“Okay, smart-ass,” Wyl chuckled. “I’m not three.”
Rod laughed and picked up a tray. They loaded their plates, paid, and scanned the room for seats.
“Those two look friendly,” Rod nodded to where two men sat. “Let’s join them.”
“They have been watching us,” Wyl whispered as they strode toward the two.
* * *
“Ailbe, they’re coming over here,” Declan whispered as Rod and Wyl approached.
“Be friendly.” Ailbe reminded Declan.
Wyl and Rod reached the tall table. “Are these seats taken?” Wyl asked.
“Not at all,” Ailbe said. “Please join us.”
“Thanks.” Rod and Wyl pulled out the stools and sat.
“You’re American, aren’t you?” Declan said.
“Yes, we are,” Rod nodded. “I’m Rod Sterling, and this is my husband, Wyl.”
Ailbe choked on a bite of roast chicken. Declan stood and pounded his back with more force than necessary.
