Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

plate of fried catfish in front of Judge Cooper. Violet Mae stuck her head out of the kitchen to see what was happening.
    “Cy Davies is back in town.” She had done it. She had beaten John and had gotten the news out first.
    The door burst open once again as John entered. “And he’s a stuntman in Hollywood,” John gasped as the restaurant groaned in response.
    “As a cover for being a spy with the CIA,” Miss Lily hurriedly yelled out to make sure she beat John.
    “YES! Yes, yes, yes.” Pam Gilbert leaped up from her chair and did a dance in the middle of the café in her soccer mom attire of khaki capris and a polo shirt. “I won, I can’t believe I won.” The restaurant groaned again. “I can take the kids to Disney for vacation,” Pam squealed as she jumped around some more.
    “I thought for sure he was an mixed martial arts fighter,” old man Tabby mumbled before digging into his sandwich.
    “I thought he was a professional skier,” Trey Everett said as he slid into a booth next to some of his friends.
    Miss Lily smiled at the dear boy . . . well, man now. Trey was back for the summer after his first year in college. He’d grown two inches and packed on thirty pounds of muscle during his first season playing college football. In fact, he’d done so well, he was transferring to Vanderbilt to play.
    Pierce Davies had hired him to work on the farms and Trey jumped at the chance to be back home and train with Will Ashton. Not every kid got to train with an NFL player. But Will and Cade were so proud of him for making it into the Southeastern Conference that they agreed to work with him every day. She didn’t even have to guilt Will into it—he’d come up with the idea all on his own.
    “Why is he coming home now? Is he injured again?” Miss Daisy asked as she finally gave Judge Cooper his catfish.
    “He’s in trouble and we need to help him,” Miss Lily said with a thump of her broom.
     
    Gemma had been quiet for the last couple hours as the debate raged on. Cy had filled them in on what was happening, and she had answered some questions here and there. Quite honestly, she was still in a state of shock. Cy had a tendency to understate things. Such as, “My brothers were in the Army” turned out to be “My brothers were Special Forces with high-level security clearances.”
    “Hey.” Cy had broken away from his family and had come over to where she was sitting. “How are you doing?”
    “I’m a little in shock, but I’m ready to get to work.”
    “Good. Then let’s get going.” Cy nodded toward the door and held out his hand to help her up.
    “Go where?”
    “To get some lunch and find us a place to stay.”
    “Us?” Gemma asked as she stood up.
    “Yep. Mom’s converted the old room I shared with Cade and Pierce into the grandsons’ room and Paige’s old room into the granddaughters’ room. Then she turned Miles and Marshall’s room into a scrapbooking room.”
    “I thought you lived in Keeneston.”
    “I do. I have two hundred acres of land here, but no house. I plan on building. It’s one of my projects for my retirement.”
    “Retirement? You’re what, 33-ish? How can you talk about retiring?”
    “Between the CIA and my job in Hollywood, I have enough to live a very comfortable life. But, I wasn’t going to just sit at home. Pierce has been taking care of my land for over six years. It’s time I take it over.”
    “So, where are we going to stay then?” Gemma asked. This family was loud, sarcastic, and a little scary, but they were genuine and she felt safe. She didn’t really want to leave the comfortable couch and venture back into the real world.
    “I have just the place. Come on.”
     
    “Maybe he was burned. Is that what it’s called?” Daisy Mae asked Judge Cooper as she cleared his dishes.
    “Just because I’m a judge doesn’t mean I know about spies,” Judge Cooper quipped.
    “Oh, don’t be a sore loser. Your guess of professional bull rider was a good one.” Daisy patted him on the shoulder before making her way to the kitchen.
    “Well, whatever it is, I want to know about this woman with him,” Henry Rooney, the local defense attorney, asked with a smirk.
    “You do, do you? And why is that?” Neely Grace asked from her tableful of Keeneston Belles.
    Lily cringed. If anyone could keep Henry in line, it was Neely Grace. Not only was she an attorney in Lexington, she’d whipped those snobby Belles into shape faster than a