When Snow Falls (Whiskey Creek #2)(16)
Author: Brenda Novak

But it wasn’t the Fearsome Five, as they were often called. Cheyenne couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Joe standing on her rickety porch. She hadn’t even realized he knew where she lived.

“Hey.” He offered her a grin that made her stomach flip-flop. “Looks like you’re in for the night.”

She resisted the urge to raise a self-conscious hand to her messy bun. Did her hair look as bad as she thought it might? She could feel wet tendrils clinging to her face. “Yes. I, um, I’m not planning on going anywhere. I mean, I can’t. Presley’s out. I have to stay with my mother.”

“That’s what I figured.” He lifted the bottle he carried in one hand. “Would you like to have a drink with me while you do your caretaker thing?”

She blinked several times before finding her voice. “Did you come to talk about Eve?”

“Eve?” he repeated.

“She’s crazy about you, you know. I’m sure you’ve guessed what with all the trips we’ve made to the gas station.” She laughed, hoping to appear less off balance. “And…she’s so great. You wouldn’t want to lose out on someone like her.”

A strange expression flitted across his face. “Thanks for the encouragement. I think she’s nice, too. But I’m not here to talk about Eve.”

He didn’t indicate whether or not her words had surprised him. Of course they hadn’t. He couldn’t have missed the way Eve kept singling him out. She wasn’t nearly as good at hiding her feelings as Cheyenne was. She’d never had to hide anything because she’d never really feared anything. Besides, she’d asked him out. That made her interest quite obvious.

“Is this about…earlier, then? This morning? Because I’m okay.” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t mean to make you feel sorry for me. Again. That’s sort of the history of our relationship, isn’t it?” She managed a self-deprecating chuckle, but he didn’t join in.

“I feel bad about what you’re going through. That’s not the same as pity.” He lowered his voice as if confiding a great secret. “Having a drink with me isn’t any sort of betrayal, Chey.”

This was the first time he’d ever called her by the shortened version of her name but it seemed natural. No doubt he’d often heard Gail refer to her that way. “Right. Of course it isn’t. I didn’t mean to suggest it would be.”

“So…can I come in?”

She thought of her Charlie Brown Christmas tree. She’d taken all her good ornaments over to the inn—what few she owned. Would he find her place as pathetic as he did her situation?

Maybe. But she couldn’t be so rude as to turn him away. He meant too much to her. And the fact that he was seeing Eve shouldn’t stop them from being friends. He’d made that point already.

With a nod, she stepped aside and allowed him to enter. As he did, she breathed in the outdoorsy scent that clung to him. Normally, she could smell oil and gas from the station, too. But not tonight. He was freshly showered and wearing a sweater, jeans and boots, unlaced enough to make them comfortable and fashionable. He didn’t have the style her friend Baxter did—no one in Whiskey Creek had the style Baxter did—but Cheyenne liked the way Joe dressed. She liked everything about him.

That was the problem.

“Have a seat.” She gestured at the kitchen table. She was afraid he’d choose the spot with a hole under the cushion if she directed him to the couch. She hadn’t invested much money in household furnishings or the house itself. There didn’t seem to be any reason to. It was just a rental. She didn’t plan on staying after Anita died; she wasn’t even sure what she and Presley would bring with them when they moved. Presley might insist on keeping a few things, but as far as Cheyenne was concerned, there were too many bad memories attached to all of it.

She put a couple of cheap wineglasses on the table. “Go ahead and pour. I’ll be right back.”

After checking on her mother, who was—thank God—asleep, she put on a bra and returned to find Joe holding a glass of wine while standing in front of the Christmas tree.

“The one at The Gold Nugget is a lot prettier,” she said. “I promise.”

“At least you have a tree.”

“You don’t?”

“Not yet. My girls keep bugging me to put one up. Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“I thought decorating might cheer my mother up.”

“Does she still have the strength to come out here?”

“Every once in a while.” She’d hoped it would be comforting for Presley, too, who was having such a hard time coping with Anita’s decline.

He motioned to the empty fireplace. “Mind if I start a fire?”

“No.” She showed him the woodpile at one corner of the porch, then put on Enya’s Christmas CD while he coaxed a couple of logs to light.

“That’ll ease the chill a bit,” he said as he dusted off his hands.

She hadn’t realized it was cold. She was so nervous about other things, the temperature of the house hadn’t even made the list. “Feels good.”

“You look good,” he said. “Really pretty.”

Cheyenne’s heart skipped a beat. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“No. I like you this way.”

When their eyes met, she was afraid he’d see how much his compliment pleased her, so she turned her attention to the glass of wine waiting for her on the table. “How’s Gail doing?” she asked as she walked over.

“Great. She’s happy.” He smiled distantly, as if picturing his sister, then sobered. “I hope to hell Simon continues to treat her right. You know the kind of temptations he faces in Hollywood. He could have his pick of women.”

“He’ll be true to her. He’s as much in love as she is. Besides, he’ll have you to answer to if he doesn’t.”

He grinned at her teasing. “Damn straight. That’s my little sister.”

She tried the wine and liked it. “Do you remember the boy you grabbed by the shirtfront and tossed to the ground when I was a freshman?”

“No.” He seemed genuinely surprised. “Why would I do that?”

“Because he was making fun of my dress.”

“Sounds like he deserved it.”

“It was a pretty ugly dress,” she admitted with a laugh. “Everything about me was ugly back then.”