Home to Whiskey Creek

“I plan to keep Darlene on as long as possible, but I’m hoping Gran will agree to sell the restaurant and come back to Davis with me.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. “I’d hate to see the restaurant go to anyone else,” he said. “Just Like Mom’s is an institution in Whiskey Creek.”

She cleared her throat. “As much as I wish otherwise, Gran won’t live forever.”

“But you have restaurant experience. And you need a job.” He grinned, hoping to tempt her into taking his suggestion seriously, but she shook her head.

“I’m a good chef. I’ll find something elsewhere.”

“Then, considering how you feel about coming home, it’s nice of you to give up your job.”

“Actually, quitting wasn’t completely altruistic,” she admitted. “My ex-husband was coming on as manager, so both things sort of cropped up at once.”

Noah had to adjust the heat. He could hardly breathe. “Your ex, huh? That’s bad luck.”

She shrugged. “Luck didn’t have much to do with it. His family owns the restaurant. That’s how we met. But after our divorce, he lost his business—a pest control company—and hasn’t been able to get anything else going. They feel obligated to help, of course. And if I’d forced them to choose between us...well, you know who’d they’d pick.”

“Blood’s thicker than water and all that.”

“Exactly.”

“So...you’re divorced?”

“The marriage was so short it doesn’t really feel that way.”

She was quite an enigma. He leaned forward, hoping to get her to look at him, but...nothing doing. It was almost as if he repelled her. Maybe he stank. After such a difficult ride, that was possible. “Any chance you said ‘I do’ following a hard night of drinking in Vegas?”

He was teasing and he could tell she understood that. “Sadly, we were both sober, just...misguided.”

“How?”

“I thought he’d be true. And he thought I’d put up with him seeing other women.”

Noah knew better than to ask, but he couldn’t resist. “He’s not the one who did this to you....”

“No.”

“Then I don’t understand why you won’t let me take you to the—”

“Who’d you end up marrying?”

She’d interrupted because she didn’t want to deal with the pressure he was putting on her. This was the first personal question she’d asked; he knew it was merely an attempt to distract him.

“No one.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a professional biker. Mostly I race in Europe—during the spring and summer. This is the off-season, so I get to stay home and run my bike store, which is a nice change. Traveling so much can get old.”

“You own Crank It Up?”

“You’ve been there?”

“No, I saw it when I drove through town on Saturday. You took over the building where the old thrift shop used to be.”

“That’s right.”

“So...business is good?”

“Fortunately, mountain biking has become a popular sport. For the most part business is good.”

“Do you ever see Kevin Colbert?”

There was an odd, husky quality to her voice with this question that hadn’t been there before, but he didn’t know what to attribute it to. “Occasionally.”

“Who’d he marry?”

“Audrey Calhoun. They were an item back in school, remember? Got together junior year.”

“I remember. So they’re still in Whiskey Creek?”

“Yeah. They live in that new development not too far from the Pullman Mansion—the place where they have weddings and stuff? He’s a P.E. teacher at Eureka High these days. He’s also the football coach.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“He was always a decent player.”

“Any kids?”

“Three.”

“What about Tom Gibby?”

She seemed to know all his old teammates. “He’s around. He’s a postal clerk. Figures that the nicest guy in school turns out to be the steadiest, most devoted family man. You’re never going to believe this, though. He married Selena.”

“Parley Mechem’s little sister?”

He couldn’t tell if she was surprised. He couldn’t even tell if she liked the people they were talking about. She gave no indication one way or the other. “Yeah. She was about twelve when we were in high school.”

She rested her chin on her knees. “Are Cheyenne Christensen and Eve Harmon still friends?”

“Definitely.”

A faint smile curved her lips. “I’d be shocked if they weren’t. They were always close.”

“Except for Gail, who moved to Los Angeles, that whole clique still hangs out together.”

“You mean your clique?” she said dryly.