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Authors: Susan Mallery
champagne. Plus I had a fight with my mom and that took away my appetite.” She frowned, or at least tried to. She couldn’t exactly feel her forehead. “We didn’t fight. Not really. She said we should stop being mad at each other. I’m the kid. What did I ever do? That’s what I asked. Is she pissed I was born? But she didn’t have an answer. There’s never a good reason, you know?”
She turned to Dante and blinked. “What were we talking about?”
“You need to eat something.”
“Turkey. I’ll eat turkey.”
“That’ll help.” He glanced at her. “She said she was angry?”
Evie tried to remember May’s exact words. “She said she would like us to stop being angry at each other. Being annoyed at me is kind of implied.”
“Poor kid.” Dante briefly put his hand on top of hers.
For a second Evie enjoyed the warmth of the contact, then the meaning of his words sank into her slightly soggy brain. Poor kid? Poor kid ? Is that how he saw her? As a child? What happened to her being a sexy vixen? Not that he’d ever used that phrase, but still. He’d implied she was. Or at least her dancer work clothes. She didn’t want to be a kid. She wanted to be vixeny. Vixenish. Whatever.
She leaned her head back against the seat and sighed. Life was far from fair.
Two hours later she’d munched her way through a fair amount of the veggie platter Heidi had put out and finished off about a half gallon of water. The buzz was long gone, as was the faint headache that had followed. Through careful maneuvering, she’d managed to avoid spending any time alone with her mother. Oddly enough, Dante had helped more than a little. He’d stuck beside her from the second they walked in the door.
Painfully aware that his concern was more fraternal than she would like, she told herself not to read anything into his actions. Dante was practically family. There was no way to avoid him while she was in Fool’s Gold, and as her plans had her staying well into the new year, logic needed to win over longing. Well, not longing. Acknowledging that Dante was smart and sexy was simply stating the obvious. It wasn’t as if she had a thing for him or wanted anything other than casual friendship.
“Halftime,” Heidi said, walking into the living room. “It’s time, people.”
“Time for what?” Dante asked.
“I have no idea,” Evie admitted, but stood along with everyone else.
Shane sighed. “It’s Thanksgiving.”
Evie pointed to the kitchen. “You know, the big turkey in the oven was our first clue.”
“Funny. It’s Thanksgiving, and if we get a big feast, so do the animals,” Shane said.
Dante groaned. “Including the elephant?”
“Especially the elephant. My racehorses have a very controlled diet, but everybody else gets a treat. Do you know what a watermelon costs this time of year?”
They all followed Shane and Heidi outside where a truck waited. The back of the pickup was filled with all kinds of holiday goodies. There was the massive watermelon for Priscilla, the elephant, carrots and apples for the goats, Reno, the pony, Wilbur, the pig, and the riding horses. Something from the local butcher for the feral cat who had taken up residence with Priscilla and Reno.
Evie and Dante were assigned the riding horses.
“You know what you’re doing?” Shane asked.
Evie sniffed. “Yes. We’ll be fine.”
They walked toward the corral. Six horses trotted over to greet them. Dante hesitated.
“They have really big teeth,” he said. “You’re okay with that?”
She smiled. “Keep your fingers away from their teeth and you’ll be fine.”
She took the knife Heidi had provided and sliced the apple in quarters, then put a piece on her hand, straightened her fingers so her palm was flat and offered it to the first horse. He took it gently, his lips barely brushing her skin.
“Impressive,” Dante said and did the same with another quarter of apple.
“Look out!” she yelled, just as the
She turned to Dante and blinked. “What were we talking about?”
“You need to eat something.”
“Turkey. I’ll eat turkey.”
“That’ll help.” He glanced at her. “She said she was angry?”
Evie tried to remember May’s exact words. “She said she would like us to stop being angry at each other. Being annoyed at me is kind of implied.”
“Poor kid.” Dante briefly put his hand on top of hers.
For a second Evie enjoyed the warmth of the contact, then the meaning of his words sank into her slightly soggy brain. Poor kid? Poor kid ? Is that how he saw her? As a child? What happened to her being a sexy vixen? Not that he’d ever used that phrase, but still. He’d implied she was. Or at least her dancer work clothes. She didn’t want to be a kid. She wanted to be vixeny. Vixenish. Whatever.
She leaned her head back against the seat and sighed. Life was far from fair.
Two hours later she’d munched her way through a fair amount of the veggie platter Heidi had put out and finished off about a half gallon of water. The buzz was long gone, as was the faint headache that had followed. Through careful maneuvering, she’d managed to avoid spending any time alone with her mother. Oddly enough, Dante had helped more than a little. He’d stuck beside her from the second they walked in the door.
Painfully aware that his concern was more fraternal than she would like, she told herself not to read anything into his actions. Dante was practically family. There was no way to avoid him while she was in Fool’s Gold, and as her plans had her staying well into the new year, logic needed to win over longing. Well, not longing. Acknowledging that Dante was smart and sexy was simply stating the obvious. It wasn’t as if she had a thing for him or wanted anything other than casual friendship.
“Halftime,” Heidi said, walking into the living room. “It’s time, people.”
“Time for what?” Dante asked.
“I have no idea,” Evie admitted, but stood along with everyone else.
Shane sighed. “It’s Thanksgiving.”
Evie pointed to the kitchen. “You know, the big turkey in the oven was our first clue.”
“Funny. It’s Thanksgiving, and if we get a big feast, so do the animals,” Shane said.
Dante groaned. “Including the elephant?”
“Especially the elephant. My racehorses have a very controlled diet, but everybody else gets a treat. Do you know what a watermelon costs this time of year?”
They all followed Shane and Heidi outside where a truck waited. The back of the pickup was filled with all kinds of holiday goodies. There was the massive watermelon for Priscilla, the elephant, carrots and apples for the goats, Reno, the pony, Wilbur, the pig, and the riding horses. Something from the local butcher for the feral cat who had taken up residence with Priscilla and Reno.
Evie and Dante were assigned the riding horses.
“You know what you’re doing?” Shane asked.
Evie sniffed. “Yes. We’ll be fine.”
They walked toward the corral. Six horses trotted over to greet them. Dante hesitated.
“They have really big teeth,” he said. “You’re okay with that?”
She smiled. “Keep your fingers away from their teeth and you’ll be fine.”
She took the knife Heidi had provided and sliced the apple in quarters, then put a piece on her hand, straightened her fingers so her palm was flat and offered it to the first horse. He took it gently, his lips barely brushing her skin.
“Impressive,” Dante said and did the same with another quarter of apple.
“Look out!” she yelled, just as the