Cinderella Screwed Me Over (12 page)

He held out a DVD—
Just Friends
. “Tell me you’re up for a movie.”

Seems like he’s trying to tell me something with the movie title. Which is good.
Telling myself that wasn’t enough to keep my nerves from bouncing up and down in my stomach. Or from noticing the way his gray T-shirt showed off his toned arms and made his eyes look a little more green than blue.

And now I’m totally staring at him, probably drooling.
“Come on in.” I stepped aside and gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.”

I was glad I hadn’t changed into my pajamas yet. I had, however, worn a skirt today, and I didn’t want to sit all proper through an entire movie. “I’m just going to go change into something more comfortable.”

Until I said it aloud, I hadn’t realized how it was going to sound—like the line the girl delivers in the movie before coming out in lingerie. “And by comfortable, I mean jeans and a T-shirt.” Clarifying made me feel even stupider, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “I didn’t want you to think that I… I mean I’m not like… I’ll be right back.”

I hurried back to my room before I made it worse—although I didn’t think it could get much worse. It’s not like I thought I was some female Casanova or something, but usually I did okay with the guys.

I’m sure it’s just because it’s been a while. Relax and you’ll be fine.

I threw on a black tank top and a pair of jeans. My hair looked pretty flat, so I gathered it up into a messy bun.

I walked back into the kitchen and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “Last week you were unavoidable and this week I haven’t seen you around. Blue must be busy.”

“It’s been pretty hectic,” Jake said. “You should come in sometime. According to everybody there, you’re usually in a couple times a week.”

“Oh, well, I haven’t had client meetings this week, so…” I grabbed a bowl out of my cupboard. “Then today, my friend Stephanie—the one I was telling you about who’s getting married—had a centerpiece tragedy. But Tina’s going to whip up a few replacement vases, so crisis averted.”

I dumped the popcorn into the bowl and headed to the couch. Since he’d flashed the
Just Friends
movie at me, I wasn’t sure what to think. Sitting right next to him seemed desperate, sitting far away a snub.
Okay, not the very end, but not too close, either. Safe middle ground.

Typical guy, he already had control of the remote. Drew had wired my system, and it took a specific combination to get it to work, so I was impressed Jake had already figured it out. He pressed play and the movie started up.

Jake looked at me. “Are you really going to sit all the way over there?”

Traitorous butterflies filled my tummy.
Okay, so he’s still interested.

“I can’t even reach the popcorn.”

Oh, right. The popcorn.
That effectively killed the butterflies.

But when I scooted over, Jake put his arm over my shoulders and barely touched the popcorn. I stuck the bowl on the coffee table, tucked my legs up, and settled in next to him. The movie was funny, and the romance in it was more on the believable side, which gave me that little heart tug I hadn’t felt in a while from a movie.

When the credits rolled up the screen, Jake leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could recover it, he kissed me. My lips automatically started moving against his, my heart beating wildly in my chest. He deepened the kiss, taking things slow yet demanding enough that tingly heat wound through my entire body. It had been a while since I’d gotten to first base, and I’d forgotten how nice it could be.

“I thought you were trying to send me a message with this movie,” I said.

“I was.” His lips hovered inches from mine. “I’m making sure to keep myself out of the friend zone.”

He closed the gap and kissed me again. Then I was pulling him closer, getting lost in the feel of his body against mine, his lips, his tongue. Part of me was screaming,
Shut it down! This is a bad idea!

But that part kept getting overruled by the part of me that was enjoying kissing Jake.

Chapter Eleven

Stephanie parked her car in front of her parents’ house. The usually empty street was lined with a variety of cars and trucks. She’d spent most of the hour-long ride from Denver to Longmont on the phone with Anthony—there’d been some miscommunication about if and when his uncle and four kids were coming down for the wedding.

Once she got off the phone, she pressed me for more information on Jake, since I’d filled her in on our impromptu Thursday-night hangout.

A crease formed between her eyebrows. “So you had a nice time, kissed, and then you haven’t seen him since?”

“You say it like it’s been forever. It’s only Saturday morning.” I climbed out of the car and breathed in the fresh country air.

Steph came around the hood. “But he hasn’t called?”

“We’re not in some big relationship, Steph, and that’s the way I want to keep it. He mentioned he’d be working this weekend, but that I should swing by Blue if I got the chance.” I started across the grass, dodging the many lawn ornaments. There were birdbaths, fairies, and shiny spheres in every color. “Oh no, she lost her head again.” I pointed at the fairy statue that was forever being glued back together.

“Stupid kids.” Steph bent to pick up the head. The neighborhood kids liked to rearrange, steal, and destroy Mrs. Taylor’s lawn decorations. When Zeus, the family’s Rottweiler, was alive, the statues stopped being vandalized. Since Zeus had passed on—old age, but still sad—the kids were back at it again.

Fairy head under her arm, Steph walked up the steps to her house. “So you’re going to go to Blue tonight to say hi, right?”

“I’m going to hang out with my family after this shindig is over, actually. I decided to spend the night at the ranch. Drew’s not going to take me back into the city till tomorrow.”

Stephanie shook her head but didn’t give me the relationship advice I’d expected. Instead, she pulled open the screen door and we stepped inside. High-pitched greetings and congratulations erupted as soon as Stephanie walked into the living room. The entire community of women was packed into the house for the bridal shower.

Mrs. Taylor stuck a clothespin on me and explained that I couldn’t say anything wedding related or I’d lose it. The person with the most clothespins was going to get a prize at the end of the game. I didn’t know what the prize was, but the clothespin didn’t accessorize my outfit very well.

I looked from face to face until I found the one I was searching for. Mom moved a big white gift bag off the chair next to her and patted it.
Aw, she saved me a seat.

I left Stephanie’s side as she showed off her ring to the women swarming around her.

“How’re you doing, sweetheart?” Mom asked as I sat down.

There was always something about seeing my mom that made everything seem better. “Good now.” I lowered my voice. “Hurry and fill me in on all the local gossip while everyone’s distracted.” Mom glanced around, then leaned in to give me the scoop.

It wasn’t long before the shower officially got started and we were playing torturous games that would make even the most hardened terrorists crack, I was sure of it. Maybe I was just missing whatever girl gene was supposed to make this kind of thing fun.

The shrieking only got louder as the party continued. Mrs. Taylor passed around cards so everyone could write down wedding advice for the bride-to-be. Since
Don’t get married
seemed inappropriate, I decided to write,
Call me when he’s being a jackhole – Darby

Mrs. Taylor and Mom were both sticklers about cussing, so Steph and I had made up that insult. We thought we were so clever.

The next game was How Well Do You Know the Bride?

“This is going to be cake,” I said as I read the first few questions.

“Give it to me!” Mrs. Hildabrand said, pawing at my shirt. “You said cake!”

It took a few seconds for me to understand why she was attacking me, but when I did, I quickly relinquished my clothespin before she ripped it off me. After fixing the collar of my shirt, I turned my attention back to my sheet of paper. It had everything from favorite color to shoe size. I knew them all. When I blew the competition away, Mrs. Taylor handed me the prize—a tiny potted plant.

As I studied the little blue flowers, I thought about how Jake had teased me about my sickly plant. I smiled to myself and raised the prize. “You’re going to have to be tough to live with me,” I said, then tucked it under my chair.

The hostesses took a break from games and pointed toward the food. It provided the perfect opportunity for everyone I’d ever known to come over and ask me if I was dating anyone, even though I was sure they’d already asked Mom about it. After telling the first few people I didn’t have a boyfriend right now, they patted my hand, that poor-you look in their eyes.

“Don’t worry, dearie,” Mrs. Hildabrand said. “You’ll find someone.”

“I guess if he is out there, he’s going to have to find me, because I’m not looking.” Of course the second the words left my mouth, Jake’s face popped into my mind. No way in hell was I going to say anything about him, though.

I could see Mrs. Hildabrand was going to add something else, but Mom stepped in for the save. “Didn’t you make the dip, Martha? It’s marvelous.”

Since the woman loved to be complimented on her food, the distraction worked like a charm. After a few minutes, Mrs. Taylor stood up to announce the next game. “We’re going to go around the room and listen to everyone’s love stories. You can tell us about where you met, your first kiss, or how he proposed.”

I glanced around the room. I was the only one not married. Besides Stephanie, of course, who would tell everyone how Anthony took her to the Garden Café where they’d had their first date and proposed to her. They’d all swoon.

Mrs. Smith got up to tell her story. It started with, “I fell in love with Melvin the first night we met…”

Somebody shoot me now.

…

I survived the bridal shower, but only in the most literal sense of the word. I was a little dead inside from all the talk of love at first sight. I’d heard at least half of those women trashing their husbands when they got together at community events. If anything, it only reaffirmed that I’d chosen the right way to look at romance.

Being at the ranch instantly made me feel better. After changing into some jeans, a T-shirt, and my worn-in boots, I climbed the fence behind the house and whistled. It only took a moment for one of the few males in my life who’d never let me down to come running.

“Good boy, Major,” I said to the sorrel horse as he approached. I held out the bucket of grain and let him take a few bites. While he munched, I ran a hand down his muscular reddish-brown neck, then scratched the white stripe on his face.

I placed the bucket outside the fence, grabbed my saddle, and heaved it onto him. “You ready to go for a run?” I asked as I fastened everything onto him.

He whinnied, which I took as a yes. Gripping the saddle horn, I put my foot in the stirrup and pulled myself onto him. “Let’s go!” Major took off toward the distant trees where the pond, one of my favorite places in the whole world, was.

The Wilson Ranch spread out across three hundred acres. Before I’d come to live on the ranch, I’d been a bona-fide city girl. The sprawling fields, home decorated like a log cabin, and horses and cows hadn’t impressed me. I was into fashion and decorating. And as my stepbrothers pointed out, I did everything like a girl.

Little by little, though, I found the joy in a long bike ride. Devin and Drew taught me to drive the four-wheeler and I’d take that out to the pond when I wanted to go for a swim or get away from everything for a while.

I’d lived at the Wilson ranch for about a year when Dwight came into the house and knocked on my bedroom door. “Darby, I need to show you something.”

I’d opened the door and stared at him. Dwight had been nothing but nice, but our relationship was mostly common courtesy. A word or two when we passed. Drew, Devin, and I had started to do more and more together, but if I ever found myself alone with their dad, I usually headed to my bedroom.

He hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his Wranglers. “Get on some work clothes and come outside with me.”

If Mom had been home, I would’ve asked her to tell Dwight I wasn’t interested in forced bonding time. But I reluctantly changed into my jeans with holes in the knees, threw on a T-shirt, and headed outside.

Dwight was leading a young reddish-brown horse out of the trailer. “I just bought this gelding down at the auction. And this summer, you’re going to help me break him in.”

I stared into the pony’s big, dark eyes. “But I don’t know anything about horses.”

“He doesn’t know much about humans, either. That’s what we’re going to change.” Dwight patted him. “Why don’t you come over here and let him get to know you.”

The horse lifted his tail and pooped on the ground.
Great. A summer dodging horse crap. Just what I wanted.

“Pick a name,” Dwight said, “and nothing girlie or hippie.”

“How about Major?” I asked. Major was the name of Cinderella’s horse.

Dwight looked from me to the horse. “I like it.”

Once I started working with Major, I fell in love. Dwight was always there, helping me, talking with me about this, that, and the other as we worked. And somewhere along the way I started loving Dwight, too.

When we’d finished breaking him in, Dwight sat me down. “Darby, I want you to know that I consider you part of my family. I know it was hard for you to get used to us boys, and they might not show it, but Drew and Devin like having you and Janet around. And I do, too.”

“I like it here, too,” I said.

“There’re two things my kids need to have. Names that start with D—see, you already have that down—and a horse. That’s why Major’s yours. If you want him.”

My heart swelled. “Mine?”

“You’ll have to take care of him.”