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Patience laughed. “I’m barely getting started.” She pulled a piece of paper out of her jeans’s front pocket. “My phone number. I’ll help get the work party together for the sets. Charlie mentioned those, too. So, a Saturday would work best. I suggest the first Saturday in December. All that’s going on in town is the tree lighting and that’s not until dusk. We’d have all day to spruce and paint and do whatever needs doing.”
Evie took the paper with her free hand. In addition to Patience’s phone number was a man’s name.
“This guy is your contact at the hardware store in town. Tell him who you are and what you need the supplies for. He’ll give you a great discount. Once you get that coordinated, get back to me and I’ll spread the word about the work party. Oh, we’ll also need to coordinate for the costumes.”
Evie felt as if she were being pushed by an out-of-control tide. “You sew?”
“Enough to repair a costume. But I have the names of the talented ladies who do the real work. Plus, we need to schedule the fittings and then the run-through for hair and makeup.” She drew in a breath and planted her hands on her hips. “Drat. There’s one more thing that I can’t... Brunch!” She grinned. “Thanksgiving morning we all meet at Jo’s Bar. We have yummy brunch food, enough champagne so that we don’t care about the turkey we’re cooking and we watch the parade on TV. Girls only. You have to come. It’s really fun. After we’re stuffed and drunk, we head outside to watch the Fool’s Gold parade through town.”
“Okay,” Evie said slowly, still overwhelmed by names, promises and information.
“Be there at nine.” Patience pulled her phone out of her pocket and glanced at the screen. “I’m running late. Nothing new, right? I have to get back to work. Call me with any questions.” She started for the door. “And pick a date for the work party. We need to claim our labor.”
Evie stood in the center of her studio. She was holding three CD cases and a small piece of paper, but she would swear she’d been buried under a giant mound of boxes or something. She tucked the CD cases into her purse. Tonight she would watch the recordings and start to make notes. As for the rest of it, she would have to sort through all she’d learned and make up some kind of schedule. She still wasn’t convinced about the work party, but maybe a few parents would be willing to help.
She walked into the main studio and settled in front of the barre. A half hour or so of practice would settle her mind for the lessons to come. Slowly, carefully, conscious of her still-healing leg, she began to warm up. Two minutes later, her cell phone rang.
She straightened, slid her right foot back to the floor and walked over to where the phone sat on the reception desk.
The calling number was unfamiliar.
“Hello?”
“Evie? Hi, it’s Heidi.”
Heidi was Rafe’s new wife. She lived on the ranch and raised goats. A pretty blonde who had welcomed Evie with genuine warmth.
“Hi,” Evie said, more cautious than excited about contact with her family.
“I wanted to make sure you knew we were having dinner at four on Thanksgiving. Rafe couldn’t remember if you’d been told.” Heidi sighed. “Men. Because social details aren’t that interesting to them, right?”
Thanksgiving dinner? Evie held in a groan. She wasn’t up to dinner with her relatives.
“Oh, and that morning we watch the parade at Jo’s Bar. You know about that, right? It’s a huge crowd. Girls only brunch. You’ll love it. It’s a great chance to meet everyone. Just be careful. The champagne goes down way too easy. Last year I had to call my grandfather to drive me home. I vowed I wasn’t touching the stuff this year and I’m holding myself to that. Oh, it’s on a local channel that starts the replay at nine our time. Just so you don’t freak out and think you have to get up too early.”
Evie heard a crash in the background.
Heidi gasped. “I think that was my new batch of cheese. I gotta run. Save the date.”
The phone went silent.
Evie slowly pushed the end button, then replaced the phone in her bag and set the bag in the bottom drawer. As far as Heidi was concerned, Evie had just accepted both invitations. Calling back to say no would mean answering questions and coming up with a reason why she wasn’t joining the only people she knew in a town she’d just moved to. Talk about awkward.
In truth, she didn’t mind spending time with her brothers. With new wives and fiancées hanging around, Evie should find it easy enough to avoid her mother.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, then walked to the stairs. Once she was on the main floor, she stepped into her brother’s offices and moved toward Dante’s desk. He was staring at his computer screen but glanced up as she approached.
“Hey,” she said. “I wanted to warn you that tonight there’s more clog dancing. No tap classes until tomorrow. Ballet the rest of the time. Ballet is quieter. Except for the music. But you seem to have this thing against the clog girls, so I’m letting you know in advance.”
Dante sat at his desk, his blue eyes fixed on her, the oddest expression on his face.
“What?” she demanded, raising her hands to her head to make sure her braids were tightly in place.
He swore under his breath. “Is it legal?”
“Clog dancing? The last time I checked.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. “What you’re wearing.”
She glanced down at herself. She had on black tights and a leotard. It was exactly what she wore nearly every day of her life. Scuffed ballet shoes covered her feet. Later, she would put on toe shoes to demonstrate some steps, but she wasn’t going to walk around in them. She found that awkward and, okay, a little pretentious.
She pulled at the stretchy material. “It’s worn, I’ll admit, but I’m dressed.”
Dante glanced around, as if checking to see who was watching them. As far as Evie could tell, everyone else was busy with work.
“You’re practically naked.”
She laughed. “I’m fully covered.”
“Technically. But...” He waved his hand up and down in front of her body. “Shouldn’t you put on a coat?”
She didn’t understand. “Because why?”
“You’re distracting.”
“Really?”
“Look around. Do you see anyone else wearing an outfit like that?”
“It’s not office wear.”
He seemed a little glazed and frantic. For a second she allowed herself to believe he found her sexy. Wouldn’t that be nice?
“You’re killing me,” he muttered.
She smiled. “That’s so lovely. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, the guy at the hardware store called me about the set.”
“What? Why would he call you?”
“Because Charlie told him to. She has this idea that you don’t know squat about construction.”
“I don’t, but it’s my responsibility anyway.” She was going to make sure her students weren’t disappointed.
“Yeah, well, now I’m going to help, too. I thought we could go look at the sets together, and I’ll put together a list of what needs doing.”
She took a step back. “No, thanks. I appreciate the offer, but no.”
“Why not?”
“Because, um, you’re busy.” Lame, but it was better than the truth. She wasn’t willing to risk getting sucked in. Dante was pretty tempting. Handsome, funny, interesting. Sexy. Hard to resist.
“Why not?” he repeated.
She sighed. “You’re my brother’s business partner. I’m not looking to get more involved with my family. We have a long, complicated history. I won’t bore you with it, but believe me when I say, stay far, far away.”
He studied her. “Interesting. A mystery. I love a good mystery.”
“Don’t be intrigued. I’m a seriously boring person. You’re sweet to offer, but no. I’ll do it myself.”
His phone rang. He swore quietly. “I have to take this call, but our conversation isn’t over.”
He couldn’t be more wrong, she thought, giving a cheerful wave and hurrying away. Dante was a complication she didn’t need and couldn’t afford. Him being nice would make staying away more difficult, but even more necessary.
* * *
THE OFFICE CLEARED OUT a little after five. Dante kept working. Right on time, the thudding of clog-clad feet pounded above his head. He turned off his computer and ducked out while he could. But an hour later he returned and made his way upstairs. Evie was turning out the lights in the studio, obviously done for the night.
She turned and looked at him, her expression slightly guarded. He took in her bulky sweatshirt and fitted jeans, and raised his eyebrows.
“You changed.”
She pointed at him. “You did, too.”
“I don’t think my suit would get the same reaction as your work clothes.”
“I don’t know,” she told him. “I do love a man in a tie.”
“Now you’re just messing with me.”
“You make it easy.”
Her eyes were big and green, with dark lashes. He would guess she wasn’t wearing much in the way of makeup, which was fine by him. He liked women in all shapes and sizes. From high-maintenance divas to the most casual of tree-huggers.
“I’m going to help you with the sets,” he said. “You can accept gracefully or you can fight me, but in the end, I’ll win. I always win.”
“Doing your civic duty?”
“Helping out a friend.”
He liked her. She was Rafe’s sister. As for the way she looked in dance clothes, that was his problem alone. He knew better than to go down dangerous paths.
He thought briefly of his mother, how she would have liked Evie and adored the little girls who danced. His mother had wanted so much more than the hardscrabble life she’d been forced to deal with. She’d wanted him to be a success. She would be happy about that, too.
Knowing her, she would accept the price she’d had to pay to get him on the right road. Something he could never accept or forgive in himself. He supposed that made her the better person. Hardly a surprise.
“It’s Christmas,” he said. “Think of this as me getting in the spirit.”
“You don’t like Christmas spirit.”
“Maybe helping you will change my mind.” He shrugged. “You know you can’t do it alone. Accept the inevitable and say thank you.”
She drew in a breath. “I know I can’t do it alone, and for what it’s worth, I trust you.”
“I think there’s a compliment buried in there.”
“There is. Thank you.”
He smiled. “Was that so hard?”
“You have no idea.”
“Then while you’re still wrestling with your personal growth, let me add, your brother invited me to Thanksgiving dinner.” He braced himself for her rant.
“Good. I was hoping for a big crowd.”
Unexpected, he thought. “Should I ask why?”
“No. You should assume I’m just one of those friendly types who loves humanity.”
“Your recent resistance to me helping aside.” He leaned against her desk.
“Yes.”
“And your feelings on humanity?”
“Okay in small groups.” She held up a piece of paper. “I was visited earlier by one of the moms. Patience. She swears there really can be a work party to restore my sets.”
“Good. We’ll make the list of what needs fixing and get it organized.”
He studied her. From what he could tell, she wore her hair up for her lessons—two braids wrapped around her head. But now, with her work done for the day, she’d left it loose. Wavy strands of honey-blond hair fell past her shoulders and halfway down her back.
He would bet she had soft hair, he thought, imagining her bending over him. He could practically feel the cool silk in his fingers. She would be all muscle, he thought absently. Long legs. Incredibly flexible.
“Dante?”
He blinked himself back into the room. “Sorry.”
She tilted her head, her mouth curving into a smile. “Want to tell me where you went?”
“Nope.”
“Are you going to help me?” She paused. “Go with me to look at the sets?”
Was that what they’d been talking about? “Sure. When do you want to do that?”
“You weren’t listening at all, were you?”
