play innocent,” said Bella. “Nobody believes that act from you. You’ve been driving everybody in the place crazy, going on about all the reasons men should never get married. We just came over to offer you a ride back to Sunshine Farm.”
“Somebody called you to come and haul me out of the Ace?” Bailey huffed in trumped-up outrage. “I don’t believe this town. A guy can’t express an honest opinion without some busybody callin’ his sister to come drag him home.”
Luke, who’d gotten up to give Eva a quick kiss, advised, “Maybe you’ve had one too many, huh, Bailey?”
“I’m not drunk,” Bailey insisted.
Eva suggested wryly, “Just opinionated?”
He frowned at her. “And where do you and Amy come in? That’s what I’d like to know.”
“We were over at Bella’s when she got the call.”
“The call from who?” he demanded.
Bella shook her head. “You don’t need to know.”
As the others discussed whether Bailey should go home or not, Derek stood by the table and tried not to look at Amy. When he finally couldn’t stop himself from shooting her a glance, he caught her at the moment that her gaze skittered away from him.
Just like on Monday, the two of them sitting there in Eva’s living room, both of them trying their damnedest not to look at each other.
They’d had love once, powerful love that he’d believed could conquer anything.
Now they just tried not to look at each other when they met up by accident. And when they had to speak to each other, they blathered on about how their secret past was long ago and they were both just fine.
Bailey said, “I’ll switch to ginger ale. Will that satisfy you women?”
“And stop running down marriage,” said Jamie.
“Yeah,” Daniel agreed. “We’ve heard enough about that.”
“Fine, fine. It’s hopeless to even try, anyway,” Bailey groused. “I got the message, loud and clear. You all can keep your happily-ever-afters, see if I care.”
“All right, then,” said Luke. He turned to Eva. “Stay for a little?” He sat again and pulled her down into the chair next to him. “Come on, Bella. Amy. Stay.”
Bailey helped Derek grab some more chairs and then the two of them went and got another round—including a pitcher of ginger ale for Bailey and anyone else who didn’t want beer. When they got back to the table, the chair on one side of Amy was empty.
Derek took that chair because he couldn’t bear not to.
Someone put a love song on the ancient jukebox. A girl from out of town grabbed Bailey and pulled him up for a dance.
Luke led Eva out onto the floor. They swayed to the music, whispering to each other. Eva tipped her blond head back and laughed. They looked so damn happy.
Life? Sometimes it just wasn’t fair.
Derek couldn’t stop himself. He turned to Amy. “Dance with me?”
Her eyes looked almost golden right then, golden, green and softest brown. She swallowed. And then she nodded.
He took her hand—so smooth and cool. It fit just right in his, same as it used to all those years ago. He pulled her up and led her out among the dancers, gathering her close, maybe closer than he should have.
So what? She smelled like heaven—like wildflowers and sunshine. And her body felt just right brushing close to his. Maybe he’d dance with her all night long, never once let her out of his arms.
He pressed his rough cheek to her silky hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. I kept meaning to.”
She pulled away enough to turn those big eyes up to him. “Apology accepted. I was going to call you.”
He stared at her lips too long, caught himself and shifted his glance back up to meet her eyes. “But you didn’t call me.”
“I didn’t know what I would say. I also had a feeling you might not answer the phone or call me back. I felt...out of my depth, I guess. So, I just kept putting it off.”
“Yeah, well. All that, what you just said? Me, too.”
“We need to stop this. We’re two grown adults.”
He almost chuckled. “Coulda fooled me.”
“Derek, we’ve got a bachelor party to plan.”
He sucked in her scent of flowers and sunshine. “Yeah. We need to get going on that.” Holding her like this felt so natural, so completely right. It made the years kind of melt away.
And he really needed to keep a grip on himself. This would go nowhere. It was only a dance.
“So then,” she whispered, “we need to make a date to meet and then we need to stick to it.”
“A date?” He said it in a playful way and felt stupidly proud of himself that he’d managed to tease her. “You want a date with me?”
She slanted him a sharp glance. “Yeah, a date. But not a date.”
“So...a non-date, then?”
“Exactly. And I mean it, Derek. We need to make it soon. We’ve got two weeks till the bachelor party. Viv dropped by the farmhouse yesterday and asked how we were doing with our plans. I promised her we’d have it all figured out in the next few days.”
Amy was right. No more mooning around like a heartsick fool. It was all over years ago and he needed to stop stewing about it and hold up his end as Luke’s best man.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at six. Ever been to Maverick Manor?”
“No.”
“Great. We’ll go there and you can get a look at the place. It might give us some ideas.”
“All right. That works.”
“We’ll get a couple of fancy burgers and come up with a bunch of activities to satisfy Viv Shuster’s list-making soul.”
“Perfect. I’m in.”
The song ended.
Another cowboy tapped him on the shoulder. Get lost, he almost let himself say. But not quite. He gave Amy a hint of a smile. “Thanks for the dance.”
She nodded. “See you tomorrow, then.” And she turned into the other cowboy’s waiting arms.
*
