“I can’t afford rent yet.”

“Consider it part of your wages. It won’t cost me anything to help you out until you can get back on your feet, except the utilities, of course, and I can afford to cover that.”

Her skeptical expression said his offer had to be some sort of trap. “Why would you do this? There’s nothing in it for you.”

He checked to assure himself that Alexa wasn’t returning yet. “Sophia, last night when I was leaving, I saw a car come down your street. I can’t say that whoever it was meant you harm, but...they acted suspicious once they saw me.”

She started digging at her cuticles. “In what way?”

“They hauled ass to get out of there.”

“You couldn’t see who it was?”

He stopped her before she could draw blood. “The glare of the headlights was too bright. I tried to catch them, but...no luck.”

“Still, I’m not sure moving us into your guesthouse is the answer.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

He knew he might regret having them so close, but there’d be a lot more to regret if he left them here and something terrible happened. “It’s not like we’ll be living together, Sophia. They’re separate houses. What’s wrong with that?”

Her expression grew earnest. “I don’t want to be so vulnerable.”

He couldn’t prevent his eyes from lowering to her lips. “You’ll be far more vulnerable here.”

“Not in the same way,” she said, but before he could respond, Alexa entered the kitchen.

“Did I miss it?” she asked breathlessly.

Sophia grabbed a granola bar and shoved it in her purse. “Miss what?”

Alexa hiked up her backpack. “Will we be moving to Ted’s?”

“We’ll talk about it after school,” Sophia replied. “Go and get in the car.”

Eager for a more definite answer, she glanced between the two of them, but Sophia motioned her toward the door and she did as she was told.

“Goodbye, Mr. Dixon,” she called back.

“It’s Ted from now on, okay? That Mr. Dixon stuff is making me feel old.”

She tossed him a smile. “Okay. Goodbye, Ted.”

“Hey,” he called and she turned around.

“You’ll get through it.”

The gratitude in her eyes convinced him that he was doing the right thing in taking her and her mother in. But when he returned his attention to Sophia, he sensed that she was waiting to tell him something.

“We won’t stay there long, Ted,” she said when her daughter was gone. “I promise.” Her gaze was as intense as her words. “I’ll get out of your life as soon as I can.”

He remembered what Alexa had revealed in his kitchen yesterday. “Lex says you’re planning to move away from Whiskey Creek.”

“We are. As soon as I can save up the money. If you could just...tolerate us for three months, we should be okay. That might sound like an eternity to you right now, but...it’ll go fast.”

“I’m sure I can manage,” he said, but could he manage without falling into the trap he’d just set for himself?

“Thanks.” Her tone sounded as worried as it did relieved.

“Why don’t you let me run Lex to school while you start packing?”

She bit her lip as she considered his words.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he reached out to touch her arm. “You really don’t have a better choice. I’ll pick up some boxes on my way back.”

With a nod, she handed him her keys.

“I’ve got my car,” he said and hurried out.

20

“What’s going on with you?” Cheyenne asked. “You’ve been flying high the past couple of days.”

Eve glanced over at her friend. They were both in the small office at the back of the B and B. Eve was catching up on the accounting while Cheyenne placed some ads using a separate computer. Right after lunch was the quietest part of their day. The maids were busy cleaning the rooms that’d been vacated at checkout, breakfast had been served, the kitchen cleaned and they had no guests other than one couple who planned to stay for several days. “I have?” she said.

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!”

She came to a stop. “So you’re actually seeing each other.”

“We are.” Eve got out her iPhone to prove it. “Look, I took this picture of him when he came over last night. Cute, huh?”

Cheyenne pushed back her hair as though it was too hot in the office, but it wasn’t. “Ted’s handsome. There’s no denying that.”

“So...why are you acting like this might be a mistake?”

“I’m shocked, I guess.”

“Could you at least be ‘happy’ shocked?”

“I’m trying,” she replied. “It just feels...odd.”

“Because it’ll change the dynamics of the group. But that doesn’t have to be for the worse.”

Cheyenne sat down again. “When will you tell the others?”

“Ted said we should give ourselves time to make the adjustment first.”

“Probably good advice, but—” she pulled her chair closer “—wasn’t it kind of...distasteful sleeping with him? I can’t imagine having sex with him or Noah or any of the other guys we’ve hung out with for so long.”

“I thought it might be,” she admitted. “But it wasn’t. Like I said, plenty of relationships are based on friendship.”

“Could you see yourself marrying Ted someday?”

“Of course!”

Cheyenne sighed. “Wow.”

“You’re not even a little excited for me?”

“I am. I’m just worried that it might blow up in your face.”

“Why would it?”

She wrinkled her nose. “The timing is off.”

“No, it’s not. We’re getting older. We’re both ready to have a family. We care about each other.”

“But why is this happening after so many years? Why now?”

“I told you.” Suddenly, she caught on. “Wait, you’re thinking it might have to do with Sophia.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but she started working for Ted the same day he slept with you.”

“So? I fully supported him giving her a job. I still support it. What else would she do?”

“Her return to his life doesn’t concern you?”

“Why would it? We’ve talked about it. He says he’s over her.”

“Eve, he’s been saying that for years.”

“And?”

“No one believes him.”

She understood what Cheyenne was getting at but didn’t want to consider it. “Stop. Don’t ruin this.” Her phone rang, and she checked Caller ID. “It’s him.” She raised a finger to her lips before answering. “Don’t tell him I told you. And don’t tell anyone else about us. Not yet, okay? You promise?”

Cheyenne’s smiled looked pained, putting even more of a damper on Eve’s excitement. “I won’t. I promise.”