Rodeo: A Bad Boy Romance (FMX Bros Book 2) Page 22

  Two hours later, my shoulders ached again with the stiffness of sitting hunched over a keyboard for hours. I’d had enough work for the day. I pushed up from the chair and headed down the hallway to my room.

  Ethan’s door was ajar as I walked past and I glanced inside. Professor North was deep in a rather intense conversation with Ethan, and it became immediately obvious that he was keeping his voice low to avoid being overheard. Ethan saw me first and touched his dad’s arm in warning. Professor North stopped talking.

  Professor North smiled at me over his shoulder. “Auggie, there you are. Delicious cookies, by the way. Made the whole house smell like a celebration.” His pleasant tone was forced.

  Ethan walked toward me. “How about going out tonight? You’ve been cooped up in that dreary office all day. There’s a bar in town and a great band is playing there tonight, mostly rock and roll and country, but they have a great sound.” He’d recovered much faster than his dad after being caught in what seemed to be a highly serious, highly secretive conversation.

  Professor North grabbed the edge of the door and opened it wider to move past me. “I’ll go make us some sandwiches. You should go, Auggie. You’ll have a good time.” I pushed away the feeling that he seemed to need me out of the house for awhile. “Dalton is out and I’ve got papers to grade, so I won’t be much company.”

  “Sounds great, Ethan. Let me shower and change. And thanks, I wouldn’t mind a night out.”

  “Terrific,” Professor North said. “But be sure to dress warm. There’s a cold front setting in.”

  ***

  I held my gloved hands in front of the heating vent in Ethan’s car. We’d spent a good fifteen minutes chipping ice off the windows. While showering and getting dressed, I’d tried to imagine what a cold front might feel like in a place that already felt like the North Pole, and now I knew.

  “It will warm up once the engine has been running awhile,” Ethan assured me as he drove around the last bend of unpaved road that led away from the house. His brow creased and he pulled the car closer to the side of the road as headlights turned toward us.

  I wasn’t great with cars but the one that passed us on the narrow path looked the same as the car we’d seen pull away from the house after the snowmobile outing. I glanced at Ethan. His jaw twitched, and he seemed to be gripping the steering wheel harder.

  “Someone you know?” I asked.

  “Huh?” He looked over at me. “No idea. Probably just lost.”

  To find the road leading to the house, a driver had to make a conscious effort to locate it and then turn a sharp right to land on it. It was not an easy road to get lost on. I pushed it from my head with the thought that it was none of my business. But these short spurts of tense, almost suspicious, behavior on both the part of Professor North and Ethan definitely made me uneasy.

  Of course, there was another topic that held my interest far more than strange cars driving up to the house. “So, where did Dalton go tonight?” I pushed a nice dose of nonchalance into my tone, or at least I hoped I had.

  “Beats me. I’m not exactly on his friend list at the moment. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve even fallen off his casual acquaintance list too.”

  I fell silent. They’d had words after the snow race, but I was the bigger cause of their rift. I’d thrown Ethan’s name out there without thinking, and now I regretted it even more. “The old silent treatment, eh?” I said cheerily. “My brother, Raymond, who I’m closest to in age, used to be ruthlessly mute when he was mad at me about something.”

  “Three brothers? That must have been hard.”

  I pulled my sufficiently warmed hands from the heating vent and sat back. “Sometimes, but they were all pretty protective of me. And I confess that my dad spoiled the heck out of me because I was the only girl.”

  “I’ll bet. Dalton was the spoiled kid in our family.”

  “This coming from the only other kid in the family who obviously has an unbiased view.”

  “Really, it’s the truth. My mom thought Dalton was a treasure put on earth by the angels. And Dad was no different. I’d get the good grades and the honor awards, and Dalton would get referrals to the principal’s office. But in Dad’s eyes he could do no wrong. My brother is just the type of guy everyone loves. He doesn’t even have to try and people adore him.” I looked for shades of hurt or jealousy in his words, but he spoke so plainly, so matter-of-factly, he seemed to have accepted it.

  “Excuse me for saying so, Ethan, but when I see the three of you together, it seems that your dad has much more respect for you than for Dalton.”

  “I’m with Dad more. Our lives are much more connected. Dalton began distancing himself from us right after high school. Dad was really upset when he enlisted, and they just never patched things up completely after that. Dad seemed to think that Dalton had done it just to spite him.”

  “I don’t know if your dad told you, but he showed me the gold arm band.”

  He was wearing gloves, but it was easy to see that his grip tightened on the wheel, and not because of any hazard in the road. “Did he?” He spoke hesitantly.

  “He told me the entire story of how he came upon it. It’s a breathtaking piece. I’m sorry he has to hand it over to the university. I know he fought to keep it.”

  “Yeah, well, Dad is always the first to tell me that plenty of things in life are unfair.”

  The mounds of snow along the side of the road glowed beneath the clear night sky. It was nearly deserted. “Is this bar in the rear of an emporium?”

  “Karl’s Emporium, that’s right. Sundries by day and whiskey by night.” He pointed through the windshield. “There are the striped awnings up ahead. It should be crowded tonight. This band is popular.” He parked the car. “In fact, I’m sure this is where Dalton ended up.”

  I froze in the seat and stared at the entry to the saloon where people were standing hunched over and cross armed against the cold. Ethan stepped out and leaned down into the car. “It will be warmer inside with all the people. They have a place where you can check your coat.”

  I coaxed myself out of the front seat. “I’m definitely going to need a drink.”

  “That will help warm the blood too,” Ethan said, but I needed the drink for a completely different reason.

  The saloon was as most saloons tended to be, dark, dank and loud. Years of sweat, perfume, aftershave and alcohol vapors had permeated the rich wood paneling lining the walls of the room, and the odd mixture of scents floated in the moist air.

  The band struck up their version of the Rolling Stone’s song “Angie” as Ethan dragged me through the crowd to the bar. We reached a clearing at the counter. Ethan glanced down at me.

  “A beer is fine,” I said loudly.

  He leaned over and shouted our order to the girl behind the bar. Then he straightened and glanced around the room.

  I hopped up on my tiptoes and nearly yelled into his ear. “I thought you lived in a small town. I never would have expected there to be so many people in here.”

  “That’s because it is the only decent place for miles around.”

  The girl returned with two beers, and Ethan insisted on paying. He handed her some money, and she motioned across the room with her hand. “Dalton is over there in the corner booth. Didn’t know if you saw him yet.”

  Just hearing his name sent a slight tremor through me, which was definitely not a good sign.

  “Thanks,” Ethan said. He led me across the floor in the opposite direction from which the girl had motioned.

  We leaned against a small partition and drank our beers as we watched the band. They were four men in their mid to late thirties who knew how to capture the essence of the songs they sang. It was easy to see why they were popular. I could not stop myself from glancing in the direction the barten
der had pointed. The dance floor was packed, and it was hard to get a clear view across. But then one couple moved toward the center and there he was, sitting in the darkest corner of the place and flanked on each side by girls. As upsetting as it was to see him with girls, it solidified in my mind that I’d made the right decision not to let him kiss me. Now I just needed my heart to feel that same level of confidence.

  “Guns and Roses,” Ethan said suddenly. “We’ve got to dance.”

  We set our beers down, and he walked me onto the dance floor. There was hardly room to move, and we swayed along with the motion of the other dancers just to avoid getting elbowed or tripped. The movement had done nothing to alleviate the case of nerves I’d developed from seeing Dalton, but I had defrosted nicely in the warmth of the crowd. Ethan was a fair dancer and it was obvious he had an ear for rhythm. I, on the other hand, had always felt completely awkward on the dance floor.

  “You’re a good dancer,” Ethan said graciously.

  I smiled. “No, I’m not, but you’re a gallant partner for putting up with me. My mom had forced me into ballet lessons when I was eight, and the very bitchy instructor told her I should pursue other interests after the third lesson.”

  “So what other interests did you pursue?”

  “Turned out I was pretty skilled at riding horses.”

  His face twisted a bit. “Ah yes, the rich girl’s favorite past time. My ex-girlfriend, Veronica, spoke of nothing else but her horses.”

  “Not every girl I rode with had money, just a love and passion for horses,” I said sharply, but it was too late. I’d innocently opened up an old wound. I’d really had a spectacular day of upsetting people.

  After a few minutes, Ethan seemed to relax. “My dad is a huge Guns and Roses fan. We used to listen to their tapes in his car, so I guess you could say I grew up on Axl Rose.”

  “Love their songs,” I said between being jostled about and trying to keep rhythm with the music. “But they aren’t too easy to dance to. I do better with slow songs,” I yelled the last words simultaneously with the ending of the song so everyone around us now knew that I danced better with slow music. And, if I had not been sufficiently embarrassed by my overloud declaration, everyone still stared openly at me.

  “Rocky,” a deep, familiar voice drawled from behind me, “play something slow.”

  Ethan sighed loudly and left the dance floor. It seemed all eyes were still on me as I turned around. The dim lighting in the saloon did not lessen the impact of seeing him. He lifted his hand and I took it. He pulled me against his hard chest, and his free hand wrapped around my back, hauling me even tighter against him. The speakers roared with music, but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

  He said nothing and his feet barely moved as we swayed to Bon Jovi’s “Bed of Roses”. I finally gathered my wits enough to peer up at him. He gazed down at my face through long, black lashes. “I didn’t think you were talking to me.”

  “I’m not. But I saw you dancing,” he paused, “you’re a terrible dancer by the way, and I decided I had to hold you.”

  “So, we’re going to dance without talking?”

  “Right.” He squeezed me tighter, and I pressed my face against his hard chest. His heart rate seemed as frenzied as mine. But, as usual, his exterior was cool and calm. My lack of dance talent and his bad leg made our movements awkward and stiff, but I could have danced that way all night as long as I was in his arms.

  I looked up at him again.

  He looked down at me. “You’re going to talk, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am. So, listen if you want, but you don’t have to say a word. Bon Jovi is my mom’s favorite band. My favorite picture of her was when she was in her twenties and she was back stage at one of their concerts. Her hair was a mess, and she looked wild and carefree. I think it’s the only time I’ve ever seen her look that way. It made me realize that somewhere under her prim and proper exterior she had a rebellious streak. Unfortunately, I’ve never seen it.”

  “How did she get backstage?” he asked.

  “Really, that’s what you got out of that? I just told you a deep feeling I had about my mom and you’re wondering how she got backstage?”

  He stared down at me waiting for an answer.

  I sighed. “Her father owned the venue they were playing at.”

  “The venue?”

  “It was a stadium, so there. Now you know. Both my parents are wildly rich. It was almost an arranged marriage. And, believe me, they are trying to pull the same shenanigans with me, but I’ve already made clear to them that I’m marrying for love.”

  He smiled down at me.

  “What are you grinning at?”

  “I just love that you use words like shenanigans.”

  “Are you saying I’m a dork?”

  “Sugarplum, if this is what a dork looks like—” his arms tightened around me, “and feels like then I should have been chasing dorks long ago.”

  I pressed my face against his chest to hide my blush. “I’ve never understood why Jon Bon Jovi wants to lay the girl down in a bed of roses. Roses are not the most inviting plant to plop down in.” I laughed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m being so ridiculously loquacious.”

  He ran his hand up my back. “I have no idea what that word means, but if it’s as hot as it sounds—”

  “It means chatty.”

  “That’s disappointing.”

  “Not everything is a vehicle for seduction.”

  “Too bad. The world might be a better place.”

  “Well, I’m pretty sure that talking too much is the opposite of seductive.” I couldn’t stop an urge to reach up and rub my thumb along the black stubble on his chin.

  The green of his eyes deepened as he stared down at me. “It depends on what the person is saying.”

  “You really do have a knack for making every topic suggestive.”

  “Another gift. So, why are you being so talkative?”

  I lowered my face to his chest again. “Because you make me nervous,” I said quietly, but he heard every word. A room full of loud people swirled around us both on and off the dance floor but standing there in his arms, it was easy to forget the crowd. I suppose that was another gift of his.

  “I don’t mean to make you nervous. Maybe you would be more relaxed if you hadn’t already formed an opinion about me. And all based on Ethan’s word.” There was hurt in his tone.

  I kept my face pressed against him, breathing in his scent. “Opinions are meant to be changed.”

  His arms stayed tightly wrapped around me as we moved slowly to the song. “I don’t know how, Auggie. It seems like everything I want to say to you would just sound like a sales pitch.”

  The music ended but he didn’t drop his arms. I was sure he would kiss me and this time I would allow it. The resolve to keep my distance from him had never really been resolve at all. I’d been fooling myself to think I could resist a guy who was so completely irresistible. He lingered overlong on the dance floor, and his face lowered as he stared down at my lips. His mouth was so close to mine I could feel his breath. Then he straightened and my body relaxed with disappointment.

  We walked at his unique pace off the dance floor. Ethan was across the room. He’d made himself comfortable at the booth with the girls. “So, Ethan talked you into coming out tonight?”

  “Yeah, it had been a long day of inputting data,” I glanced pointedly at him, “and gingerbread baking. Besides, it seemed your dad really wanted the house to himself. He still had papers to grade.”

  He stopped and looked at me. “Is that what he told you?”

  I thought back to the conversation to be sure. “Yes, that’s what he said. Maybe he just wanted to be alone and that was the first excuse that came to him,” I added quickly.
But there was still an edge of suspicion in his expression.

  “Dad cleaned his work out of my room yesterday morning. He’d said he was all done grading essays, so I could have the room to myself again.”

  “Maybe I misheard him then. Although—” I started to mention the car but then thought better of it.

  “What were you going to say?”

  “Nothing.” I walked forward but he grabbed my arm.

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s just that tonight when we drove down the road from your house, a car turned onto it, and it looked a lot like the car that we saw drive off after snowmobiling.”

  His expression darkened.

  “But I could be completely wrong. I know nothing about cars. And Ethan thought they were probably just lost.”

  “Cars don’t accidentally turn up that road.” He confirmed exactly what I’d thought. He looked across the room toward his brother. “Whatever the hell my dad is up to, Ethan is in on it.”

  I’d now successfully created more tension between the brothers, and Dalton pulsed with it as we approached the booth. The girls smiled congenially and scooted over for Dalton and me to slide in.

  Ethan looked at the girls. “Kate, Stacey, this is August. She’s helping my dad and me out with a project for the university.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said. They smiled again in return.

  Dalton picked up his beer and stared contemplatively at it for a moment before turning to his brother. My stomach clenched into a knot. “What was Dad up to tonight, Ethan?”

  “How should I know? Grading papers, I think.”

  Dalton shook his head and took a long sip of beer. The mug hit the table hard. “He finished grading papers. Auggie said that black car was heading back up to the house.”