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“Of course not.” There weren’t many empty chairs in the café, and it seemed silly for each of them to sit alone as if they were strangers. Especially considering that Kayla had known the Stricklands for as long as she could remember.
Melba and Gene were good people, if a little old-fashioned. Or maybe it was just that they were old—probably in their late seventies or early eighties, she guessed, because no one seemed to know for sure. Regardless, their boarding house was a popular place for people looking for long-term accommodations in Rust Creek Falls—so long as they didn’t mind abiding by Melba’s strict rules, which included a ban on overnight visitors. An explicit prohibition that Kayla and Trey had ignored on the Fourth of July.
“Goodness, this place is bustling.” Melba pulled back the empty chair and settled into it. “The whole mall, I mean. It’s only the first of December, and the stores are packed. It’s as if everyone in Kalispell has decided to go shopping today.”
“Everyone in Kalispell and half of Rust Creek Falls,” Kayla agreed.
The older woman chuckled. “Looks like you got an early start,” she noted, glancing at the shopping bags beneath the table.
“Very early,” Kayla agreed, scooping up some whipped cream and licking it off the spoon.
“I love everything about Christmas,” Melba confided. “The shopping and wrapping, decorating and baking. But mostly I love the time we spend with family and friends.”
“Are you going to have a full house over the holidays this year?” Kayla asked.
“I hope so,” the older woman said. “We’ve had Claire, Levi and Bekka with us since August, and Claire’s sisters have hinted that they might head this way for Christmas, which would be great. I so love having the kids around.”
Kayla smiled because she knew the kids referred to—Bekka excluded—were all adults.
They chatted some more about holiday traditions and family plans, then Melba glanced at the clock on the wall. “Goodness—” her eyes grew wide “—is that the time? I’ve only got three hours until I’m meeting Gene for dinner, and all I’ve bought is a cup of coffee.”
“Mr. Strickland came into the city with you?”
The older woman nodded. “We’ve got tickets to see A Christmas Carol tonight.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” Kayla said. “The whole cast—especially Belle—is fabulous.”
Melba smiled at her mention of the character played on the stage by Kayla’s sister. “Not that you’re biased at all,” she said with a wink.
“Well, maybe a little.” Her sister had always loved the theater, but she’d been away from it for a lot of years before deciding to audition for the holiday production in Kalispell. The part of Scrooge’s former fiancée wasn’t a major role, but it was an opportunity for Kristen to get back on stage, and she was loving every minute of it.
In support of her sister, Kayla had signed on to help behind the scenes. She’d been surprised to discover how much she enjoyed the work—and grateful that keeping busy allowed her to pretend her whole life wasn’t about to change.
“Lissa and Gage saw it last week and said the costumes were spectacular.”
“I had fun working on them,” she acknowledged.
“But you have no desire to wear them onstage?”
“None at all.”
“You know, Kristen’s ease at playing different roles has some people wondering if she might be the Rust Creek Rambler.”
Kayla frowned. “You’re kidding.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t expect you to betray your sister if she is the author of the gossip column.”
“She’s not,” Kayla said firmly.
“I’m sure you would know—they say twins have no secrets from one another,” Melba said. “Besides, she’s been so busy with the play—and now with her new fiancé—when would she have time to write it?”
“I’m a little surprised there’s been so much recent interest in uncovering the identity of the anonymous author, when the column has been around for almost three years now.”
“Three and a half,” Melba corrected, proving Kayla’s point. “I suspect interest has piqued because some people think the Rambler is responsible for spiking the punch at the wedding.”
Kayla gasped. “Why would they think that?”
“The events of that night have certainly provided a lot of fodder for the column over the past few months,” the older woman pointed out. “It almost makes sense that whoever is writing it might want to help generate some juicy stories.”
“That’s a scary thought.”
“Isn’t it?” Melba finished her coffee and set her cup down. “The Rambler also noted that you were up close and personal with my grandson, Trey, on the dance floor at Braden and Jennifer’s wedding.”
Kayla had long ago accepted that in order to ensure no one ever suspected she was the Rambler, it was necessary to drop her own name into the column every once in a while. Since her turn on the dance floor with Trey hadn’t gone unnoticed, the Rambler would be expected to comment on it. As for up close and personal—that hadn’t come until later, and she had no intention of confiding that truth to Trey’s grandmother.
Instead, she lifted her cup to her lips—only to discover that it was empty. She set it down again. “We danced,” she admitted.
“That’s all?” Melba sounded almost disappointed.
“That’s all,” Kayla echoed, her cheeks flushing. She’d never been a very good liar, and lying to Trey’s grandmother—her own baby’s great-grandmother—wasn’t easy, even if it was necessary.
The older woman sighed. “I’ve been hoping for a long time that Trey would find a special someone to settle down with. If I had my choice, that special someone would live in Rust Creek Falls, so that he’d want to come back home here—or at least visit more often.”
“Maybe he already has someone special in Thunder Canyon,” she suggested, aiming for a casual tone.
“I’m sure he would have told me if he did,” Melba said. “I know he sees girls, but he’s never been serious about any of them. No one except Lana.”
“Lana?” she echoed.
Melba’s brow furrowed. “Maybe you don’t know about Lana. I guess Jerry and Barbara had already moved away from Rust Creek Falls before Trey met her.”
Kayla hadn’t considered that the father of her baby might be involved with someone else—or that he might even have been in a relationship when he was visiting in the summer. Thinking about the possibility now made her feel sick. She honestly didn’t think Trey was that kind of guy—but the reality was that neither of them had been thinking very clearly the night of the wedding.
“Anyway, he met Lana at some small local rodeo, where she won the division championship for barrel racing,” the other woman continued. “I think it was actually her horse that caught his eye before she did, but it wasn’t too long after that they were inseparable.
“They were together for almost two years, and apparently Trey had even started looking at engagement rings. And then—” Melba shook her head “—Lana was out on her horse, just enjoying a leisurely trail ride, when the animal got spooked by something and threw her.”
Kayla winced, already anticipating how the story would end.
“She sustained some pretty serious injuries, and died five days later. She was only twenty-three years old.”
“Trey must have been devastated,” Kayla said softly, her heart aching for his loss.
“He was,” Melba agreed. “We were all saddened by her death—and so worried about him. But then, when I heard that he was dancing with you at the wedding, well, I have to admit, I let myself hope it was a sign that his heart was healed.”
“It was just a dance,” she said again.
“Maybe it was,” Melba acknowledged, as she pushed her chair away from the table. “And maybe there will be something more when you see him again.”
* * *
“Did you leave any presents in the mall for anyone else to buy?” Kristen teased, as she helped her sister cart her parcels and packages into the sprawling log house they’d grown up in.
The Circle D Ranch, located on the north side of town, was still home to Kayla, but her twin had moved out a few weeks earlier, into a century-old Victorian home that their brother Jonah had bought after the flood for the purposes of rehabbing and reselling. Since Kristen had started working at the theater in Kalispell, this house, on the south edge of town and close to the highway, had significantly cut down her commuting time—and given her a taste of the independence she’d been craving.
“Only a few,” Kayla warned her, dumping her armload of packages onto her bed.
“That one looks interesting,” her sister said, reaching for the bag from the bath shop.
Kayla slapped her hand away. “No snooping.”
“Then it is for me,” Kristen deduced.
“You’ll find out at Christmas—unless you try to peek again, in which case it’s going back to the store.”
“I won’t peek,” her sister promised. “But speaking of shopping, I was thinking that you should plan a trip to Thunder Canyon to check out the stores there.”
Kayla gestured to the assortment of bags. “Does it look like I need to check out any more stores?”
Kristen rolled her eyes. “You and I know that your shopping is done—or very nearly, but no one else needs to know that. And shopping is only a cover story, anyway—your real purpose would be to see Trey and finally tell him about the secret you’ve been keeping for far too long.”
Just the idea of seeing Trey again made Kayla’s tummy tighten in knots of apprehension and her heart pound with anticipation. Thoughts of Trey had always had that effect on her; his actual presence was even more potent.
She really liked him—in fact, she’d had a major crush on him for a lot of years when she was younger. Then his family had moved away, and her infatuated heart had moved on. Until the next time he came back to Rust Creek Falls, and all it would take was a smile or a wave and she would be swooning again.
But still, her infatuation had been nothing more than a harmless fantasy—until the night of the wedding. Being with Trey had stirred all those old feelings up again and even now there was, admittedly, a part of her that hoped he’d be thrilled by the news of a baby, sweep her into his arms, declare that he’d always loved her and wanted to marry her so they could raise their child together.
Unfortunately, the reality was that five months had passed since the night they’d spent together, and she hadn’t heard a single word from him after he’d gone back to Thunder Canyon.
She’d been pathetically smitten and easily seduced, and he’d been so drunk he didn’t even remember being with her. Of course, another and even more damning possibility was that he did remember but was only pretending not to because he was ashamed by what had happened—a possibility that did not bode well for the conversation they needed to have.
“I know I have to talk to Trey,” she acknowledged to her sister now. “But I can’t just show up in Thunder Canyon to tell him that I’m having his baby.”
“Why not?” Kristen demanded.
“Because.”
“You’ve been making excuses for months,” her sister pointed out. “And you don’t have many more left—excuses or months.”
“Do you think I don’t realize that?”
Kristen threw her hands up. “I don’t know what you realize. I never thought you’d keep your pregnancy a secret for so long—not from me or the rest of your family, and especially not from the baby’s father.
“I’ve tried to be understanding and supportive,” her sister continued. “But if you don’t tell him, I will.”
Kayla knew it wasn’t an idle threat. “But how can I tell Trey that he’s going to be a father when he doesn’t even remember having sex with me?”
Kristen frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“When I saw Trey—later the next day—he said that his memory of the night before was hazy.”
“A lot of people had blank patches after drinking that spiked punch.”
She nodded. “But Trey’s mind had apparently blanked out the whole part about getting naked with me.”
“Okay, that might make the conversation a little awkward,” Kristen acknowledged.
“You think?”
Her sister ignored her sarcasm. “But awkward or not, you have to get it over with. I’d say sooner rather than later, but it’s already later.”
“I know,” Kayla agreed.
“So...shopping trip to Thunder Canyon?” Kristen prompted.
“Three hundred miles is a long way to go to pick up a few gifts—don’t you think Mom and Dad will be suspicious?”
“I think Mom and Dad should be the least of your worries right now.”
Kristen was right, of course. Her sister always had a way of cutting to the heart of the matter. “Will you go with me?”
“If I had two consecutive days off from the theater, I would, but it’s just not possible right now.”
She nodded.
“And no,” Kristen spoke up before Kayla could say anything more. “That does not give you an excuse to wait until after the holidays to make the trip.”
“I know,” she grumbled, because she had, of course, been thinking exactly that—and her sister knew her well enough to know it.
“So when are you going?” Kristen demanded.
“I’ll keep you posted. I have to get to the paper.”
RUST CREEK RAMBLINGS: THE LA LAWYER TAKES A BRIDE
Yes, folks, it’s official: attorney to the stars Ryan Roarke is off the market after being firmly lassoed by a local cowgirl! So what’s the next order of business for the California lawyer? Filing for a change of venue in order to keep his boots firmly planted on Montana soil and close to his beautiful bride-to-be, Kristen Dalton. No details are available yet on a date for the impending nuptials, but the good people of Rust Creek Falls can rest assured that they will know as soon as the Rambler does...
Chapter Two (#ulink_58924bcb-aae2-5ba3-be74-8127c73ac2be)
Trey Strickland had been happily living near and working at the Thunder Canyon Resort for several years now, but he never passed up an opportunity to visit his grandparents in Rust Creek Falls. His family had lived in the small town for nearly a decade while he was growing up, and he still had good friends there and always enjoyed catching up with them again.
Now it was December and he hadn’t been back since the summer. And whenever he thought of that visit, he thought of Kayla Dalton. Truth be told, he thought of Kayla at other times, too—and that was one of the reasons he’d forced himself to stay away for so long.
He’d slept with his best friend’s little sister.
And he didn’t regret it.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure he could say the same about Kayla based on her demeanor toward him the next day. She’d pretended nothing had happened between them, so he’d followed her lead.
