Page 37 of The Unbuttoned Ranger
“And she didn’t mind that we were there?”
“I get special treatment since I’m nephew. She’s my aunt. Fin’s Creek has some surprises. Maybe you could call it home.”
“I agree, but I’m still not used to the heat.” The dress stuck to her clammy skin.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I do love it here.”
“Does that mean you intend to stay?” he asked as they walked across the street to his truck.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
“The night is still early. You don’t want to go home just yet, do you?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
There came the usual hesitation. She was having a wonderful time, but she hadn’t been out with a man in a long time.
“Come on. We can walk to where we’re going.” Then, as if as natural as the sun kissing the sky, he reached down and took her hand. And she didn’t pull away.
The two settled into an easy rhythm on the sidewalk. A few locals passed by sending curious glances their direction, but the greetings were genuine. CaDee waved and felt herself enjoying the walk with Sharp.
“Something tells me we’re going to be the talk of the town,” she said.
He shrugged. “They’re just curious who you are.”
“Are you sure you want all the attention being seen with the new girl?” she teased.
“I can handle it.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
They stopped in front of a Victorian house. The ornate porch had wind chimes hanging from each corner that played in the breeze. A large wooden sign with the bright letters WELCOME leaned near the door.
Before CaDee could inquire about the house, the screen door opened and two silver-haired women appeared, each wearing vibrant, distinctive attire. They descended the steps, their sandals tapping against the wooden surface. Their neatly styled bobs remained unaffected by the breeze. Each wore large, dangling earrings that matched their outfits.
As soon as they saw Sharp the women stopped dead in their tracks and their gazes widened, sending their thin brows into their hairlines. The shorter of the two women waved dramatically. “Sharp Creed!” she said in a divine accent. “I do declare. You’re looking as fit as ever.” She reached out and touched his arm, practically salivating.
“Maragret Sinclaire!” The other woman chastised. “Flip the switch on your filter.”
“Good evening, Marg.” Sharp released CaDee’s hand so he could kiss the woman on her rouged cheek. “And hello to you too, AnaLise.”
“Ursula was just telling us that you were back in town. We’re glad you’re here, but what a shame about what happened,” Marg said with a hand to her chest.
CaDee listened intently.
“I’m disappointed, young man, that you haven’t come to visit us yet.” AnaLise beamed, craning her neck to give CaDee a side eye. “I guess you’ve been busy, so it seems.”
That was a lot of curiosity aimed in her direction.
“I’ve been a bit preoccupied. I’m guessing you two haven’t met CaDee.” He touched her shoulder, whether in support or warning she wasn’t sure.
“A little birdie told us Piper had hired help. It was about time she got some company out there.” Marg seemed amused as she took CaDee’s hand. “Honey, you’re brave working out there on that old rundown farm. I’ve been trying to get Piper to sell it for years, but she’s as stubborn as those old goats she loves. It’s not healthy, I say. Those halls are haunted.”
“Marg, reel it back,” AnaLise said lightly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I tend to let my tongue get away from me sometimes.” Marg giggled.
“I’m sure you’re happy out there.” AnaLise dragged her large purse higher on her shoulder.
“I’m sure she is,” Marg added.
