With a laugh, they clinked glasses and the conversation turned to the evening’s plans, Eloise’s search for horses and Cheyenne’s funny tales of her long drive home from vet school.
This was the life. Sean Granger popped the top on the cold can of root beer, waving goodbye to the housekeeper who had left dinner in the oven and the timer set. All he had to do was listen for the ding. Mrs. Gunderson waved back as she hurried around the corner of the house and disappeared, leaving him blissfully alone. Well, almost alone. A clunk on the other side of the screen door reminded him two Grangers still remained in the house. But not for much longer.
He ambled over to the porch swing and settled onto the cushion to watch the sunset. Comfortable. Thanks for leading me here, Lord. It’s just where I want to be in life. He took a sip of his soda. A cow grazing on the other side of a white fence leaned over the top board and mooed at him. Her bright brown eyes were focused on his soda can.
“Buttercup!” The screen door whispered open and the youngest Granger sister popped out. Addison slung her designer bag over her shoulder. “You can’t have fizzy drinks. They give you the burps. Remember?”
The cow’s long sorrowful moo may have been a comment that some pleasures were worth a little discomfort.
“Dad should just let that cow live in the house like a dog, she’s so spoiled.” Addy winked as she waltzed by him. “It’s Friday night. You shouldn’t be here alone. I can stay with you and keep watch on Sunny. I’m worried about her.”
“No way. Don’t you change your plans. I can keep an eye on your expecting mare. Besides, I want to spend the evening with my sweetie.” He stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles.
Buttercup, his sweetie, mooed again as if in total agreement.
“Then enjoy the peace and quiet while you can.” Addy’s advice was delivered with a grin as she hopped down the steps, strawberry blond hair flying behind her, looking a lot like his baby sister as she hurried enthusiastically down the concrete path. “Don’t forget to do your own dishes!”
“I know. My mom trained me right,” he called after her as she disappeared around the corner.
“That’s debatable.” A different voice answered. Cheyenne pushed open the screen door. “I saw the state of your bedroom. Do you know how to pick up anything?”
“Hey, that’s my private domain. I know how to do housework, but I’m not so good at doing it without someone telling me to.” He may as well be honest. He’d learned that was the best way to go through life, even if he could think of folks who didn’t agree—like his former fiancée.
“That’s a tad better than my brothers.” Cheyenne jingled her truck keys in one hand. “Are you really going to stay here all by your lonesome? It’s Friday night.”
“I didn’t know I’d be here alone, but yeah, I don’t mind. I like the peace.” It was what he preferred, and he’d had enough drama with Meryl to last him a lifetime. He liked quiet. He liked computers, books and watching time go by.
“It’s weird now that Dad’s with Cady.” Cheyenne hesitated on the steps. “He used to be home every weekend night unless there was something going on at the church. Now, look. I never thought it would happen, but he’s dating.”
“He sure is. He trailered up his horse and drove off about an hour ago. Said he and Cady were going for a ride. He looked pleased as punch.” Sean took another sip of root beer and let the feather-light summery air puff over him.
“What about you?” Cheyenne twisted around to walk backwards. “There’s no one you have your eye on?”
“Who? Me?” He stared off into the distance. The cow was going to hurt herself straining over the fence like that. He climbed to his feet, doing his level best not to think of pretty Eloise. “No. I’m done with relationships. They’re for the birds.”
“I know the feeling.” Cheyenne seemed satisfied at last, and he realized she didn’t want him to feel alone. That would explain why she was hesitating.
“What are you up to?” He set aside his can.
“I’m having dinner with a friend. Wait, you know her. Eloise, remember? We’ve been friends forever.”
“Blond hair, green eyes, is real quiet?” Surprising how the mention of her could make him smile. “Saw her today at the Steer In.”
“Yes. That’s Eloise. She’s home to stay, just like I am, so we’re celebrating with cheeseburgers and chocolate milkshakes. I can bring you an order home.”
“No. Mrs. G. left me on casserole duty. She’s got the timer set and a salad in the fridge.” He ambled down the steps and dug into his jeans pocket. The cow, scenting the molasses treat he found, hopped up and down excitedly. “Eloise is the one who used to skate, right?”
“Ice dancing. She won two world championships.” Cheyenne nodded as she hesitated at the corner of the garage.
A long span of mown grass separated them, and he had to speak up to be heard above the mooing cow and the twitter of larks. “What happened? Did she get injured or something? I saw a cane in her car.”
“She was in a serious car accident.” Cheyenne frowned, sad for her friend. “It’s amazing she walks, but she’ll never skate professionally again.”
Emotion punched him in the gut, reminding him life could be a tough road. He handed over the molasses treat and gave Buttercup a pat as she chewed happily. Sunshine gleamed off the cow’s sleek black coat. Her pure white face and white tipped ears made her look as cute as a button. He thought of Eloise and couldn’t guess what it would be like to lose a goal like that, although he knew what tragedy felt like. His older brother Tim, an Army Ranger, had been killed in action. The family had gone on but the loss had marked them all.
“Oops! I’m late.” Cheyenne darted around the corner and out of sight, her words carrying to him on the breeze. “If you change your mind, you have my cell number. Keep a close eye on Sunny and if you think she’s not doing all right, call.”
“I know the drill,” he told Buttercup as he rubbed her nose.
She gazed up at him with puppy-dog eyes, sank her teeth into his hat and lifted it off his head.
“Funny girl.” He rescued it from her and dug another treat out of his pocket. Life was good on the Wyoming range, and he was glad to be a carefree bachelor in command of his life. So what if it got a little lonely? He could handle that. If the thought of Eloise Tipple’s lovely face made him reconsider, he had to admit he was lonelier than he’d thought. It wasn’t easy being a lone wolf.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he admonished Buttercup. “I really am a lone wolf.”
The cow shook her head as if she didn’t believe him for a second.
“Is that you, honey?”
“Yes, Mom.” Eloise tapped through the shadowy kitchen and pushed open the back screen. The music of the nearby river serenaded her as she stepped onto the patio.
Helene Tipple looked up from her cross-stitch piece. “Did you
