“Like who?” he asked, scanning the crowd with narrowed eyes.
Ronnie groaned. “Kaitlyn, go keep your husband occupied, won’t you?”
“My pleasure.” Ronnie’s sister-in-law winked at them and stood on tiptoe to whisper something in Danny’s ear. Giggling like teenagers, they headed toward a dimly lit corner.
Turning back to Lola Ann, Ronnie sighed. “Does it make me pathetic that the only invitation to dance I’ve had since we got here is from my brother?”
Even if she weren’t at a point in her life where she yearned for his-and-her towel sets, the occasional two-step partner would be nice. An image began to form in her mind, of a man with light brown hair and storm-cloud-gray eyes, but she shook off the ludicrous idea of being in his arms. Beyond some chance encounters and casual hellos, Jason McDeere barely knew she existed. Besides, he almost never came to Guthrie’s, much to the disappointment of the town’s single women.
“You forget,” Lola Ann said, “I’d love to be asked to dance by a Carter brother.”
Sympathy tugged at Ronnie. A few months ago, she’d realized Lola Ann harbored a crush on Devin, the only remaining bachelor among Ronnie’s siblings. Unfortunately, Dev seemed hell-bent on his bachelor status, having already dated half the eligible women in Joyous, Tennessee, and never staying with one for long.
“’Scuse me.” A deep voice interrupted the women’s conversation, and Ronnie looked up—and up—into the gentle brown eyes of Teddy Blinn. The nearly six-and-a-half-foot-tall man was known to most simply as Bear. “I hope I’m not interrupting you ladies?”
“Not at all.” Ronnie craned her neck back as far as it would comfortably go and smiled hopefully. She’d danced with him once or twice before. While it was difficult to match his long-legged stride, he was at least big enough not to be intimidated by her brothers. “How are things with you?”
“Good, good. The truck’s running great,” he informed her. She’d ordered some engine parts for him last month. “You both look real pretty tonight.”
With men like Bear, the compliment wasn’t a come-on so much as part of the perfunctory courtesy his mama had instilled—like opening doors for others or saying “ma’am.”
He edged a step closer to Lola Ann, their differences in height nearly comical. “I wondered if you’d do me the honor of a dance?”
“Love to.” Lola Ann passed her drink to Ronnie. “Would you mind holding this?”
Some celebration, Ronnie thought with a wry smile. She’d been reduced to cup-holder in the absence of an unoccupied table.
Truthfully, she knew she wasn’t scintillating company tonight, and she was glad to see Lola Ann having fun. Bear moved with surprising agility for a man his size, and the two of them seeming to be enjoying a brisk polka around the sawdust-sprinkled floor. When the song ended, Bear escorted Ronnie’s friend back with the solicitousness of a boy who’d promised to have his date back by curfew.
Lola Ann fanned her face with her hand. “Whew. That was fun. Thanks, Bear.”
“Always a pleasure.” He touched the front of his gray cowboy hat. “Ronnie, maybe you and I can cut a rug later?”
“Sounds good.” But as Bear walked away, she couldn’t help a quick double check over her left shoulder.
Yep, there was her brother Devin, smiling noncommittally at something a blonde was saying, but keeping one eye on Ronnie. As a kid, she’d adopted tomboy mannerisms and hobbies, wanting to fit in with her three brothers so that she didn’t get left behind while they camped or attended sporting events. Little had she known that all she had to do to get her brothers’ attention was hold sixty seconds of conversation with anyone of—gasp!—the opposite sex. She crossed her eyes at Devin, watched him stifle a laugh, then turned away.
Unfortunately, Lola Ann had followed Ronnie’s line of sight. The librarian scowled as fiercely as if she’d just caught someone defacing a reference book. “What has she got that I don’t have? Besides mile-long legs, flowing gold hair and a size-two waist.”
“You’re every bit as pretty as she is,” Ronnie insisted.
“Yet he’s never asked me out. You’d think, with all the different women he dates, he’d have worked his way around to me eventually.”
My fault. Lola Ann had probably been placed out of romantic bounds by virtue of being best friends with Devin’s “kid sister.” Not that Ronnie was a kid anymore, but Dev, who still called her Red and had given her pajamas featuring cartoon characters for her last birthday, obviously didn’t think of her as an adult. Still, considering his track record, was it such a bad thing that he hadn’t asked out Lola Ann? Ronnie would hate to see her friend hurt.
“Lola, you know I love him—he’s my brother, so I’m obligated. But even I have to admit that he’s…”
“Unable to emotionally connect? A commitment-phobe? A serial dater?” Lola Ann sighed. “You’re right, of course. The problem is, I’ve spent too much time with your family and got to know him as a real human being.”
In a way that most of his dates probably hadn’t, Ronnie acknowledged silently. Dev came off as such a carefree charmer that most people never noticed how truly guarded he was.
“You think I should forget it and move on,” Lola Ann surmised.
“Hey, I’m the last person to judge when it comes to illogical crushes,” Ronnie insisted. Lola Ann knew her secret. With most guys in town, Ronnie could shoot the breeze about anything from spark plugs to the finer bluffing strategies of Texas Hold ’Em to the Titans’ most recent football season. But there was one man who left her tongue-tied and uncomfortably aware that no one had taught her the feminine arts.
Jason McDeere. The high school English teacher who’d moved to Joyous last spring with his toddler daughter was unlike any of the other men Ronnie knew. While it was true they hadn’t said more than a few words to each other, she couldn’t help but feel a bond with him, given the losses he’d experienced.
“Hi, girls!” The throaty alto voice was instantly recognizable, and Ronnie was grinning even before she turned her head.
“Treble! Always good to see you, Mrs. Caldwell.” Ronnie emphasized the title with a wink.
“Absolutely,” Lola Ann chimed in, “but I’m shocked to see you out and about. I figured newlyweds had better ways of spending their Friday nights than hanging with the likes of us.”
Treble, a gorgeous brunette who towered over them, compliments of her spike heels, laughed good-naturedly. “Are you kidding? I go out of my way to find you two. At least neither of you resent me for taking Keith off the market.” She punctuated this with a fond glance at her husband, who was ordering them drinks at the bar.
Though Treble had grown up in Joyous, she’d moved away years ago. When she’d returned to Tennessee over the summer, she’d won the heart of Dr. Keith Caldwell, one of the most sought-after men in town. To celebrate Valentine’s Day, they’d eloped last month. Treble’s family grumbled about her nontraditional ways, but Ronnie knew they were thrilled for her newfound happiness, especially Treble’s sister, Charity. “Resent
