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ОглавлениеDante was surprised to find Rafe in the office Friday morning. “Why aren’t you home with Heidi?” he asked.
Rafe looked up from his computer. “She’s making cheese and let me know I was getting in her way. Figured I’d get some work done. What about you?”
“Heidi pretty much only has eyes for you.”
Rafe chuckled. “I’m lucky that way.”
Dante walked to his desk and turned on his computer, then poured himself a cup of coffee. They were the only two working that morning. The staff had been given the long weekend off.
“How’s your mom?” Dante asked.
“Fine. Why?”
Dante had wondered if May had told anyone what had happened. He’d let Evie cry herself out, then had driven her home. This morning he’d wanted to go check on her, but there’d been no sign she was awake when he’d left.
He’d been forced to walk away, still feeling protective but with nothing to do.
“She and Evie got into it last night,” Dante said and recapped the conversation.
Rafe shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I wish they wouldn’t talk about the past. There’s nothing that can be done to fix it.”
“Was Evie telling the truth?” Dante asked. “Was she that isolated as a kid?”
“It was complicated,” Rafe admitted. “She was a lot younger, and I think she was a reminder of that one night for my mom. The four of us were used to being together, then Evie came along....” His voice trailed off.
Dante had lost his mother when he’d been fifteen. While he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger, a case could be made that he was responsible. They’d always been there for each other, and to this day, he would give anything to have her back. He couldn’t comprehend what it would be like to have family and not be close to them.
“She’s your sister,” he began.
“I know.” He sighed. “I was too busy being the man of the family. I figured the rest of them would worry about Evie. But that never happened. She was always an afterthought.” He shook his head. “There’s no excuse.”
Dante had known Rafe a lot of years and trusted him completely. From what he’d seen, May was a sweet, loving person. So how had everyone managed to ignore what was going on with Evie?
“She’s here now,” Rafe continued. “We want to make things up to her.”
“Good luck with that.”
“You think she’ll resist?”
“If you were her, how forgiving would you be?”
Rafe sighed. “Yeah, I see your point. I appreciate you looking out for her.” He stared at Dante. “That’s all it is, right? You’re not getting involved?”
Dante knew exactly what his friend was asking. Telling Rafe he thought Evie was sexy as hell, from the way she walked to her hard-won smile, wasn’t a smart move. Instead he settled on the truth.
“You know how I feel about relationships.” In his world, love had deadly consequences. He’d learned the lesson early and had never let it go.
* * *
THE FRIDAY AFTER Thanksgiving wasn’t a school day, so Evie had scheduled her dance classes early. She was done by three and showered, dressed and settled in front of her television by four. She pushed the play button on her remote, cuing up the DVD of the performance, then settled back on her sofa to watch it for the fortieth time.
The story was simple. The Winter King had dozens of daughters. The girls wanted to go free in the world, but he loved them too much to let them go. So his daughters danced to convince him they were ready to leave. At the end, the girls were revealed as beautiful snowflakes and he released them into the world as Christmas snow.
The girls danced in groups. They were mostly divided by age, with the younger performers having more simple choreography. Every student had a few seconds of a solo with the more advanced students having longer in the spotlight. Several styles of dance were represented. Modern, tap, clog and, of course, ballet.
The sets were simple, the lighting basic. The music was a collection of classic holiday songs, leaning heavily on Tchaikovsky. What would the world have done without his beautiful Nutcracker? The biggest problem in her mind was the transitions. They were awkward in some places, nonexistent in others. Sometimes the girls simply walked off the stage, and the next group walked on. Every time she watched that part of the performance, she winced.
Evie made a few notes, then rewound to the clog dancers who opened the show. Some of their steps were similar to tap, she thought. The sounds could echo each other. Slower, then faster. She stood and moved along with the girls on the recording. But as they turned to leave, she kept dancing, going a little more quickly, finding the rhythm of the tap dancers as they moved onto the stage.
She paused the frame and wrote some more, then made a couple of quick drawings to capture the exact poses she imagined. She moved on to the next transition and made changes there. She was just starting the third when someone rang her doorbell.
Her first thought was that it might be her mother. Dread coiled in her stomach. She wasn’t ready to face May, to deal with the family trauma again. Was hiding and ignoring the interruption too cowardly?
Whoever was at the door rang the bell again. Reluctantly, she walked over and opened it.
Relief was instant. Dante stood on her doorstep. He smiled at her.
“You’re home. I didn’t hear any pounding above my head, so I thought maybe you’d finished early. Get your coat.”
He looked good, she thought, studying his amused expression. He wore a leather jacket over jeans and a scarf. He had on boots. She could feel the cold of the rapidly darkening late afternoon.
She put her hands on her hips. “Get my coat? Was that an order? Newsflash. I don’t work for you.”
“Good. Because I don’t take anyone on my staff out.” He sighed. “Seriously, you’re going to be difficult?”
“No. I’m going to ask where we’re going.”
“Didn’t I say ‘out’? I would swear I did.”
She laughed. “Out where?”
“To the center of town. They’re decorating. Neither of us particularly likes the holiday season, so we need to be with people who are less corrupt. It will be good for us.”
“Will it?” She stepped back to allow him inside. “When did you make this discovery?”
“Earlier. So are you coming or what?”
“Give me a second.”
She turned off her TV and the laptop she’d hooked up for the DVDs, then stepped into boots and pulled them on. After shoving her house keys and a few dollars into her jeans pockets, she shrugged on her coat.
“I’m ready.”
Dante stared at her. “Impressive. Less than two minutes.”
“You’ve never had to change costumes during a performance of Swan Lake.”
“That’s true. How perceptive of you.”
They walked outside. She locked the door, then followed him to the sidewalk.
The couple across the street was putting up Christmas lights. Several other townhouses had wreathes on doors and lights twinkling from doors and rooftops.
“We’re really going into town?” she asked.
“Yes. The whole place has transformed.”
“I noticed a few Christmas decorations being put up this morning,” she admitted, “but nothing that earth-shattering.”
He took her hand in his. “You walked home the back way, didn’t you? Through the residential part of town.”
“Uh-huh.”
His fingers were warm and strong next to hers. His skin smooth without being too soft. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d held hands with a guy. This was nice, she told herself. She and Dante weren’t dating—she wasn’t that stupid. She knew better than to fall for her brother’s business partner. But some gentle flirting, a little handsome male company, wasn’t going to hurt anyone.
“You’d be amazed what this town can do in a day,” he told her.
“You sound impressed.”
“You will be, too. How’s the dance prep coming? I heard the clog dancers earlier.”
She laughed. “Sorry about that. I don’t know how to make it quiet.”
“I’m getting used to the noise and they’re getting better.”
“How can you tell?”
“They’re more rhythmic.”
“That’s true. At least most of the students are studying ballet. It’s quieter.”
“Unless they fall.”
She winced, remembering the mass tumble during her two o’clock class. “You heard that?”
“It registered as a minor earthquake. The local seismology office called to see if we were okay.”
She shoved him in the arm. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“They didn’t do it on your head.”
“Smug lawyer type,” she grumbled. “They’re learning. It doesn’t always go well.”
“I didn’t say it had to stop. I’m looking forward to seeing the performance.”
“You’ll be intimately familiar with the music.” She glanced at him. “Will you really come see the show? Won’t you be off visiting family?”
“There’s just me.”
“What about your dad?”
“I never knew him.”
“I didn’t know mine, either. But you probably guessed that from the slight altercation you witnessed yesterday.”
He drew her close and kissed her cheek. “It sucks.”
The blunt assessment was oddly comforting. “It does,” she admitted. “Hey, I don’t know anything about you.”
“I like being mysterious. Sort of a James Bond of the lawyer set.”
She laughed. “Hardly. So tell me something interesting.”
“That’s too much pressure. Ask me a question.”
“Have you ever been arrested?”
“Yes.”
She stopped on the sidewalk and stared at him. “Seriously?”
“More than once.”
“You went to jail?”
“I served time.”
“No way. You can’t have a criminal record and be a lawyer.”
“Pretty and smart,” he told her. “That makes you irresistible. Okay, you’re right. I was a juvenile. My records were expunged.”
“What did you do?”
His normally open expression tightened. “Bad stuff. I was in a gang.”
Evie tried to imagine the well-dressed, smooth man next to her as a kid in a gang. Her imagination wasn’t that good. Before she could figure out what else to ask, he tugged her along and they turned a corner, entering one of the main streets of Fool’s Gold.
Just yesterday the stores and windows had featured turkeys and pumpkins. Any lights had been orange, and garlands had been made of leaves. In the space of a few hours, the transformation to the Christmas holidays had begun.
Baskets of holiday greens with shiny silver and red decorations hung from the lampposts. The windows were now covered with painted holiday displays—pictures of wrapped packages or snowmen, a few nutcrackers. Morgan’s Books had stacks of popular children’s books on tables and a sign promising Santa would be coming to read ’Twas the Night Before Christmas next Saturday, after the town Christmas tree lighting.
Up ahead, in the main square, a large crane was being attached to the biggest live Christmas tree Evie had ever seen in real life. It had to be twenty feet tall.
“But it was Thanksgiving yesterday,” she said, feeling as if she was going to see snow and Dickens carolers any second.
“Tell me about it,” Dante told her. “There’s more.”
He led her toward the center of town, past the tree on the flatbed. Booths had been set up selling everything from hot chocolate to pizza slices.
“Because nothing says the holidays like pepperoni?” she asked.
Dante grinned. “Come on. I’ll buy you a slice.”
They got pizza and soda and walked over to watch the tree being secured by thick chains before being raised into place. The scent of pine filled the air. The pizza was hot and gooey and more calories than Evie usually allowed herself in a day.
She wasn’t a professional dancer anymore, she reminded herself. Or a cheerleader. She could afford to have a BMI over twenty.
Families crowded around them. She recognized one of the women from the brunch yesterday morning, but couldn’t remember her name. She was a pretty blonde, with an adorable toddler in her arms. Her husband held a baby boy.
The little girl pointed to the tree slowly rising from the truck bed. “We have one like that?” she asked.
Her father chuckled. “Sorry, Hannah. Our ceiling isn’t that high. But we’ll pick out a good tree. You’ll see.”
The woman leaned into her husband. They shared a look—one that spoke of love and promise. Aware she’d caught a glimpse of something private, Evie turned away.
Back when she’d still been young enough to believe in miracles, she’d assumed she would find love and have a family. That one day a man would promise to be with her forever. She would belong, and that belonging would finally heal her.
Several bad boyfriends later, she was less sure love was something she could count on and more convinced people who were supposed to love you usually didn’t. She wanted to tell herself it could still happen, but she had a feeling that was just the Christmas tree talking.
She glanced toward Dante. “Thanks for your help yesterday. For getting me home and everything.”
“No problem. Families can be complicated.”
“My mom’s a nightmare.”
“It’s not just her.”
“You mean my brothers?”
Dante looked into her eyes. “Sure, they hold part of the blame, but so do you.”
If they hadn’t been in the middle of a crowd, she would have taken a step back. But more people had stopped to watch the tree put in place, and there was nowhere to go.
“Me? I’m the kid here.”
“You were,” Dante told her gently, his voice low. “You’re an adult now, and if you want things to work out with your family, you have to make a little effort. Does keeping your mom at bay really make you happy? Don’t you want more? A connection?”
She wanted to say no but remembered that he didn’t have anyone. No doubt he would tell her to be careful what she wished for. He was the kind of man who would take care of people, only there wasn’t anyone to watch over in his life. Right now, she had the benefit of his instincts.
“I like the theory of family,” she admitted, “if not the practice. It was so bad for so long, I don’t know how to let go of the hurt.”
“You take baby steps.”
“I’d rather leave.”
“Is that the plan?”
She nodded. “I like teaching dance. I think I want to continue that. I’m going to stick around for a while and learn all I can, while saving money. Then go open a studio somewhere else.”
She braced herself for Dante’s judgment, but he only nodded slowly. “That’s an option.”
“My family doesn’t know.”
“I won’t say anything. How long’s ‘a while’?”
“Maybe a year.” She wrinkled her nose. “Okay, okay, I get your point. That’s long enough to try to work things out with my family. I should give them a break, or at least credit for trying.”
He leaned in and kissed her nose. “See, it’s like I said. Smart and pretty.”
She shoved at his chest. “It’s not a compliment when you’re being annoying.”
He chuckled and put his arm around her. They both watched as the tree was pulled upright, then slowly lowered into place. Everyone cheered.
Evie leaned into him, enjoying being a part of the happy crowd more than she would have thought.
When the tree was secure, Dante led her back toward the booths. “We need hot chocolate.”
She shivered slightly. “I could use something warm.”
He bought them each a cup and they checked out the rest of the booths. One of them was selling ornaments in bright colors.
“They come with your name painted on them,” the woman in the booth said with a smile. “How about a lovely star?”
She held up a red one.
“We’ll take it,” Dante told her, then spelled Evie’s name.
“I don’t have a tree,” she said.
“We’ll get one of those later. You need an ornament with your name on it.”
“Only if you get one, too.”
“You going to let me put it on your tree?”
She laughed and leaned close. “Yes, but why does that question sound dirty?”
“Because it was supposed to.”
They both laughed.
He paid for both ornaments and tucked the small bag into his coat pocket. They continued to wander through the center of town, then turned back toward their neighborhood.
Somewhere in the distance, a church clock chimed the hour. She could hear Christmas music. There were a thousand stars in the sky, and her breath made puffy clouds in the cold air.
“I’ll admit it,” she told him. “There is something just a little magical about this place. The tree, the hot cocoa, the window decorations.”
He stopped and faced her. “It’s going to get worse.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your family at the holidays? There are going to be a lot of get-togethers.”
She could only imagine. “I tend to stay on the fringes. It’s easier that way.”
“You’re assuming they’ll let you. I think the easiest solution is practice.”
She had no idea what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter. Staring into Dante’s blue eyes was kind of a nice way to spend an evening. She didn’t even care that she was freezing.
“For example,” he continued, his gaze locked with hers. “What if there’s mistletoe somewhere? We’ll be expected to kiss.”
She felt herself smile. “Oh, right. That could be awkward. We barely know each other. What if we bump noses?”
“Our timing could be off. People would talk. I know you wouldn’t want that.”
“I wouldn’t.” Anticipation tiptoed through her stomach, warming her from the inside out. She tilted her head. “So you think we should practice?”
He sighed heavily. “It’s probably for the best.”
“You’re such a giver.”
“I am.”
With that, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers.
His lips were warm and tasted faintly of chocolate. He kissed gently, lingering as if he’d been waiting for this his whole day and planned to enjoy every second of it. She put her hand on his chest while he held her lightly by the waist.
They were on the edge of the main square, neatly tucked in a doorway to a closed shop. Around them twinkle lights flashed on and off. It was like something out of a Christmas movie, she thought, letting her eyes flutter shut as she concentrated on the heat burning through her.
They stayed there for what felt like a long time. While part of her wanted to deepen the kiss, another part was content to leave things as they were. Uncomplicated, with just enough zing to make her thighs tighten. The perfect combination, she thought hazily.
Dante drew back and rested his forehead on hers.
“I’d give us a B.”
She opened her eyes and glared at him. “Excuse me?”
He grinned. “Kidding. That was nice. But we probably need more practice.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“We have a month until Christmas. That gives us time to work out the kinks.”
She laughed and linked arms with him. “You’re the strangest man I know.”
“That’s what all the girls say. Admit it. You like me.”
She laughed again, and they started for home. In truth, she did like Dante. She wasn’t an idiot—she knew he was a player and that expecting anything but a little fun was a mistake. But he was exactly what she needed right now. In the midst of preparation for the Christmas Eve performance and having to deal with her family, Dante was a distraction. One any girl could appreciate.
