or the Brookstone couldn’t beat this, though both these women were obviously completely off-limits—Mel was Jack’s woman and Shelby appeared to be a teenager. A very sexy teenager, he thought with a slight flush of warmth. But their appearance held promise. If two such beautiful women could be found in a little bar in Virgin River, there had to be a few more scattered around these mountains.
“Here you go,” Jack said, sliding a business card across the bar. “My buddy Paul. Right now he’s also building a house for my younger sister, Brie, and her husband next door to us. Plus one for himself and his wife.”
“My cousin,” Shelby said.
Luke lifted his eyebrows in question.
“Well, Paul’s married to my cousin Vanessa. They’re staying at my Uncle Walt’s and I’m staying with them.”
“You want a beer, Mel?” Jack asked his wife. “Shelby?”
“I’ll have a quick soda with Shelby, then I’m going home to relieve Brie of the kids so she can have dinner with Mike,” Mel said. “I just wanted to swing through and tell you where I’ll be. I’ll feed the kids and put them to bed. Will you bring us some of Preacher’s dinner when you come home later?”
“Be happy to.”
“And I’m going home to help with the horses,” Shelby said. “But I’ll have a beer first.”
Well, at least she was twenty-one, Luke found himself thinking. Unless Jack had some very relaxed age standards in this little neighborhood bar, which was entirely possible.
“I’d probably better get going—” Luke said.
“Hang around,” Jack said. “If you don’t have to go, five o’clock usually brings out the regulars. Perfect opportunity to meet your neighbors.”
Luke looked at his watch. “I guess I can hang out a while.”
Jack laughed. “Buddy, the first thing that’s gonna go is that watch.” Jack put a beer in front of Shelby, a cola in front of his wife.
Luke talked with Jack a while about the renovation of the bar while the women were occupied with their own conversation. Not ten minutes had passed when Jack said, “Excuse me, I’m going to walk my wife out,” and Luke was left at the bar with Shelby.
“I see you changed clothes,” Shelby said to him.
“Um, that was pretty necessary. The schoolmarm got me good.”
She laughed softly. “I never thanked you. For saving my blouse.”
“No thanks necessary,” he said, sipping his beer.
“I’ve seen those cabins,” Shelby said. “I like to ride along the river. They look pretty awful.”
He chuckled. “I’m not surprised to hear that. With any luck, they’re not beyond hope.”
“They were built a long time ago when people used quality materials,” she said. “I learn these things from my cousin—some of these old houses are built like brick shit—Um. Well. So, do you expect your family to join you here?” she asked him.
He grinned into his beer. And the question, so quick and to the point, surprised him. He lifted his eyes from his beer and looked at her. “No,” he said. “I have a mother and brothers scattered around.”
“No wife?” she asked, one corner of her mouth tilting upward along with the slight lift of one pretty brow.
“No wife,” he said.
“Aw. Too bad,” she said.
“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, Shelby. I happen to like it this way.”
“Solitary kind of guy, are you?”
“No. Just an unmarried kind of guy.” He knew this was his cue to ask her if she was attached to someone special, but it was irrelevant. He wasn’t going there. And while he knew getting to know her better probably wasn’t wise, he put an elbow on the bar, leaned his head on his hand, met her eyes and said, “Just visiting, huh?”
She took a drink of her beer, nodding.
“How long are you in town for?”
“That’s still kind of up in the air,” she said. Jack was back behind the bar and Shelby put down her glass, still half-full, and a couple of dollars on the bar. “I’d better go take care of those horses. Thanks, Jack.”
Jack turned toward her. “Shelby, why don’t you just ask for half a beer?” he said.
She shrugged, smiling. She put out her hand to Luke. “Nice seeing you again, Luke. Later.”
“Sure,” he said, taking her hand. As she left, he watched her walk out. He didn’t want to do that, but the view was impossible to resist. When he looked back at Jack, Jack grinned, then got busy behind the bar.
Before seven o’clock Luke had met Preacher—or John to his wife and young stepson. He met Paige, Preacher’s wife, and Jack’s younger sister Brie and her husband, Mike. He saw old Doc Mullins again and passed the time with some of his new neighbors. He feasted on some of the best salmon he’d ever eaten, heard some local lore and was already feeling like one of the gang. While he was there others passed through for dinner and drinks, greeting Jack and Preacher like old pals.
Another couple entered and Luke was introduced to Paul Haggerty, the builder, and his wife, Vanessa. “Jack gave me a call,” Paul said. “He tells me we have you as a new neighbor.”
“That’s optimistic,” Luke said. “I haven’t been out to the property yet.”
“Is that your camper out there?” Paul asked.
“As a precaution,” Luke said with a laugh. “If the house isn’t habitable, I won’t have to sleep in the truck.”
“Be sure and let me know if you need me to look at any of it.”
“I appreciate that. More than you realize.”
Luke found himself staying at the bar far later than he had intended. In fact, when Jack’s friends were saying good-night, he was still there, having a cup of coffee with Jack. These seemed like nice people, though he was a little shell-shocked by the women. He could accept the idea that Jack had found himself a young beauty right in Virgin River, but it seemed they were everywhere. Shelby, Paige, Brie and Vanessa were all damn sweet-looking. He held out great hope of landing himself at least a little diversion in the next town over.
“You’re going to want to meet Paul’s father-in-law, Walt,” Jack said. “He’s retired army.”
“Yeah?” Luke asked. “I think Shelby mentioned that.”
“Three-star. Nice guy.”
Luke groaned in spite of himself. He actually dropped his head. And apparently Jack was reading him.
“Yep. Shelby’s Uncle Walt,” Jack said.
