they used to live in Coyote Ridge.”
“They did live here. Before I was born,” Cheyenne informed him. “They moved to West Texas when my father was still young.” The sadness swamped her. “My grandfather passed away three years ago. My grandmother’s in a nursin’ home. Advanced-stage dementia.”
Brendon’s brow creased and Cheyenne could sense his sympathy. As much as she wanted to be held, for someone to help her ease the pain of her loss, she knew that wasn’t going to happen, so she went on to explain. “I moved here with the intentions of bringing my grandmother here. As soon as the house is finished, she’ll live with me and I’ll hire a nurse to help. It’s not the idea of her bein’ in a nursin’ home that’s so hard. I just can’t stand the thought of her alone without any family to come visit.”
“So, a few more months?”
“Yeah. If I can’t get it to move along faster. That’s why I’m workin’ on some of it myself,” she informed him. “Also to keep myself busy.”
Brendon nodded his head as he glanced around, but he didn’t say anything more.
“Well, let me know what you find out. And if I can help, just tell me what I need to do,” Cheyenne told Brendon as she eased out from between him and the counter, moving to the refrigerator. She hadn’t had dinner yet and she was starving.
Now for the question of the hour . . . Did she invite him to stay or did she ask him to go?
chapter SIX
B rendon stared blankly at the back of Cheyenne’s head. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on between them at the moment. There were several questions running through his own head while he watched her yank open the refrigerator door, bottles clanking and rattling in the door as she peered inside. Was she pissed at him? Did she want him to stay? Was she hoping he’d leave? Should he?
God, why the fuck couldn’t he just be smooth and confident around women the way his brothers seemed to be? This should not be so damn hard. It was one of the biggest reasons he’d always made certain to have Braydon close. His twin knew how to talk to women on a nonsexual level. Brendon knew how to get them in bed.
Realizing that was the problem—it was too hard and if it was meant to be, it wouldn’t be—Brendon decided to go.
“I’ll call my buddy tomorrow and let you know what he says,” Brendon informed her when she turned back to face him, closing the refrigerator door empty-handed.
“No worries,” she told him, moving to the pantry.
“Okay, then.”
Cheyenne’s sparkling green eyes met his and he saw her confusion as well. Shit, she was probably wondering why he was still there.
He had two choices and neither of them were easy for him. One, he could tell her what his issues were. Two, he could walk out the door and talk to his buddy, get this situation fixed for Cheyenne, and move on with his life.
“Bren?”
Brendon looked up at Cheyenne once again and sighed heavily. “Look, Chey. I . . . Damn. I don’t even know how to do this .”
“This what?” she questioned.
“This,” he answered, using his hand to motion between them. “I have no fucking clue how to have a civil conversation with a woman I want to sleep with.”
“You . . . uh . . .” Cheyenne’s eyes widened. “You want to sleep with me?”
Brendon laughed and the sound reflected the discomfort he was feeling from this entire conversation.
“Yeah,” he answered, as though that should’ve been clear in the first damn place. “Since the first day I met you.”
“Oh.”
Now it was Brendon’s turn to stare at her openmouthed and incredulous. “Oh?”
“Yeah, oh ,” she replied, a smile forming on her pretty pink lips.
He was not supposed to be looking at her lips. Damn it.
“I didn’t think you even liked me,” she told him, and the sincerity in her tone also stunned him.
“I think the problem is I like you too much.” The words just tumbled out of his mouth and he couldn’t
“They did live here. Before I was born,” Cheyenne informed him. “They moved to West Texas when my father was still young.” The sadness swamped her. “My grandfather passed away three years ago. My grandmother’s in a nursin’ home. Advanced-stage dementia.”
Brendon’s brow creased and Cheyenne could sense his sympathy. As much as she wanted to be held, for someone to help her ease the pain of her loss, she knew that wasn’t going to happen, so she went on to explain. “I moved here with the intentions of bringing my grandmother here. As soon as the house is finished, she’ll live with me and I’ll hire a nurse to help. It’s not the idea of her bein’ in a nursin’ home that’s so hard. I just can’t stand the thought of her alone without any family to come visit.”
“So, a few more months?”
“Yeah. If I can’t get it to move along faster. That’s why I’m workin’ on some of it myself,” she informed him. “Also to keep myself busy.”
Brendon nodded his head as he glanced around, but he didn’t say anything more.
“Well, let me know what you find out. And if I can help, just tell me what I need to do,” Cheyenne told Brendon as she eased out from between him and the counter, moving to the refrigerator. She hadn’t had dinner yet and she was starving.
Now for the question of the hour . . . Did she invite him to stay or did she ask him to go?
chapter SIX
B rendon stared blankly at the back of Cheyenne’s head. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on between them at the moment. There were several questions running through his own head while he watched her yank open the refrigerator door, bottles clanking and rattling in the door as she peered inside. Was she pissed at him? Did she want him to stay? Was she hoping he’d leave? Should he?
God, why the fuck couldn’t he just be smooth and confident around women the way his brothers seemed to be? This should not be so damn hard. It was one of the biggest reasons he’d always made certain to have Braydon close. His twin knew how to talk to women on a nonsexual level. Brendon knew how to get them in bed.
Realizing that was the problem—it was too hard and if it was meant to be, it wouldn’t be—Brendon decided to go.
“I’ll call my buddy tomorrow and let you know what he says,” Brendon informed her when she turned back to face him, closing the refrigerator door empty-handed.
“No worries,” she told him, moving to the pantry.
“Okay, then.”
Cheyenne’s sparkling green eyes met his and he saw her confusion as well. Shit, she was probably wondering why he was still there.
He had two choices and neither of them were easy for him. One, he could tell her what his issues were. Two, he could walk out the door and talk to his buddy, get this situation fixed for Cheyenne, and move on with his life.
“Bren?”
Brendon looked up at Cheyenne once again and sighed heavily. “Look, Chey. I . . . Damn. I don’t even know how to do this .”
“This what?” she questioned.
“This,” he answered, using his hand to motion between them. “I have no fucking clue how to have a civil conversation with a woman I want to sleep with.”
“You . . . uh . . .” Cheyenne’s eyes widened. “You want to sleep with me?”
Brendon laughed and the sound reflected the discomfort he was feeling from this entire conversation.
“Yeah,” he answered, as though that should’ve been clear in the first damn place. “Since the first day I met you.”
“Oh.”
Now it was Brendon’s turn to stare at her openmouthed and incredulous. “Oh?”
“Yeah, oh ,” she replied, a smile forming on her pretty pink lips.
He was not supposed to be looking at her lips. Damn it.
“I didn’t think you even liked me,” she told him, and the sincerity in her tone also stunned him.
“I think the problem is I like you too much.” The words just tumbled out of his mouth and he couldn’t
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