Take Me Home for Christmas (Whiskey Creek #5)(53)
Author: Brenda Novak

Chey sent her a pointed look. “Stop pretending you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about. We’ve been friends for too long. I can see through the act.” Giving up on her work for the moment, she swiveled around. “I’ve got it! You put your profile back up on that dating site, and this time you’ve met someone who’s a real possibility.”

“No. I don’t trust that site. Not after my past experience.”

“So you got a couple of weirdos. They can’t all be dysfunctional.”

“Maybe it’s just my luck, but…remember the first guy I met? The one who told me he was self-employed?”

“Who turned out to live with his mother and was growing pot in her backyard?” Cheyenne said with a laugh. “How could I forget?”

“The next guy was a registered sex offender. You should’ve heard Chief Stacy give me a hard time when he confirmed that little tidbit. He thought it was hilarious that I almost dated him.”

“You should’ve trusted that P.I. you hired.”

In retrospect, Eve wished she had. “The guy seemed so normal. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear. And he was handsome as sin.”

Cheyenne laughed even harder. “Then there was the one who was secretly married.”

Eve shook her head. “I’m telling you, online dating is frightening. Expensive, too.”

“Most people don’t hire a P.I. to run a background check on every romantic possibility.”

“Then most people could wind up dating those guys we just mentioned—or maybe an ax murderer.”

“I’m not making fun of you for verifying facts. I’m glad you’re cautious.”

“I’m more than cautious, Chey. I’m done with online dating. It’s too hard to get to know someone who lives out of the area, anyway. My family, my business, my friends are all here. I want a husband who’s connected to this town, too.”

Cheyenne narrowed her eyes. “So why are you smiling? If I remember right, you’d despaired of ever finding a guy like that.”

Focusing on her computer screen, Eve acted as though she was too engrossed to answer.

“Eve…”

Smiling at the suspicion in Cheyenne’s voice, she played innocent. “What?”

“What aren’t you telling me? Are you seeing someone?”

Eve couldn’t help it. She was too happy to hold back the truth, especially from Cheyenne. They’d been best friends almost since Cheyenne had come to town as a high school freshman, and they worked together. How was she supposed to keep anything this monumental a secret from her? “I am.”

Cheyenne swung her chair around so they were practically nose to nose. “Who?”

“I can’t tell yet,” she said. “But you’re gonna die!”

“Don’t leave me in suspense! Why is it such a big secret?”

“Because…because we want to see how things go for a while before everyone else…reacts.”

“Everyone else being…”

“Our family and friends.”

“So he’s local.”

She nodded.

“And I know him?”

Pursing her lips, Eve folded her arms. “Quite well.”

Cheyenne whistled. “It’s not Joe….”

There’d been a time when Eve had wanted to date Gail DeMarco-O’Neal’s brother. He hadn’t returned her interest, but she preferred to blame that on the fact that he’d been through such a painful divorce. “No, it’s not Joe.”

“Is this guy…marriage material?”

“Definitely. He’s a good man, a smart man. Handsome, too.”

“Divorced?”

“No. I told you it’s not Joe.”

Cheyenne propped her elbows on her armrests and laced her fingers together. “I can’t think of anyone else you’d be this excited about. How old is he?”

“Our age,” Eve said with a grin. “He went to school with us.”

“Now you really have me stumped.” She got up and began to pace—as much as the space would allow. “Who’s our age that you’d be willing to date? All the really great guys are part of our group of friends.”

When Eve covered her mouth, Cheyenne’s eyes flew wide. “Don’t tell me you’re seeing Kyle. No, he’s divorced. Riley, then. Or Ted. Ted!” she screamed. “I saw the way you stuck by his side on Halloween. You’re seeing Ted!”

Eve rocked forward. “Can you believe it?”

“I can’t. I mean, I’ve never sensed any…you know…sizzle between you two.”

“Until Halloween, there wasn’t any. But after everyone left…”

Cheyenne grabbed her by the shoulders. “You didn’t sleep with him!”

Eve suddenly questioned her sanity in finishing what she’d started here. “I did.”

Some of Cheyenne’s excitement dimmed, and she let go of Eve. “Oh, no.”

“What’s wrong?” Eve sobered, too. “There isn’t a better guy out there.”

“I agree. I adore Ted. But…that doesn’t mean he’s right for you.”

Disappointed by Chey’s response, Eve sank back into her seat. “Don’t be such a killjoy! Why wouldn’t he be right for me?”

Chey began to pace again, this time wringing her hands. “I don’t know. Don’t you think you would’ve felt something before now?”

“Not necessarily. A lot of people are friends before they fall in love.”

“Whoa. You’re saying you’re in love?”

“We’re not that far down the road yet, but we’re both excited by the possibility of it.”

Cheyenne pivoted toward her. “Yet you’ve slept together. That’s a pretty big risk to take.”

“Ted and I know what we’re getting into.” She wasn’t willing to let Cheyenne destroy the hope she felt for this new relationship.

“I’d like to believe that,” she responded. “Because Kyle and Callie got burned when they—”

“This is different,” she broke in. “We’re not just…hooking up.”

“You’re sure.”

“Positive. This is Ted we’re talking about, not Noah.”

“Noah’s married. What does he have to do with this? You didn’t sleep with him, too….”

“No! Never! He was a playboy, that’s all. Ted’s never been free and easy. His approach to life is far more serious. He was raised by the principal of our elementary school, for crying out loud!”