Near & Far (12 page)

“So? How are the nuptials coming along? Picked out your colors yet?”

I cranked the window down halfway. It was getting a little Garth heavy inside the cab. “So? How’s your right hand? Fed up with you yet?”

“I’m left-handed.”

I rolled my eyes. “How’s your
left
hand?”

“Truthfully?” He lifted said hand and turned it over, inspecting it. “A little neglected.”

“What poor girl are you seeing this month who’s going to get a restraining order next month?”

Garth swung around a corner at such a hell-raising speed, I checked to make sure we hadn’t lost my duffel. “You change that
girl
to the plural form, and I’ll give you a list of names. The ones I remember.”

“Wow. Someone’s really taken their exaggeration tendencies to a whole new level.”

Garth tilted his head back and laughed a few hard notes. “I don’t know what we do without you, Rowen. My confidence was almost back to its prior glory before you stepped off that bus and started firing insult after insult my way.”

“Someone has to keep that Zeus complex of yours from getting out of control.”

“
Getting
out of control?” Garth’s tone gave me the verbal equivalent of a nudge.

“Getting
more
out of control,” I clarified.

“Speaking of getting out of control, that reminds me . . .” I was already cringing. I’d learned that when “that reminds me” came out of Garth Black’s mouth with that level of sarcasm, nothing good could come of it. “Jesse mentioned a T.A. slash
friend
of yours who hooked you up with some last minute sweet art gig . . . show . . . rodeo . . . thing.”

“Art rodeo? Really, Black?”

“I don’t know what all you art people call your snooz-fest get-togethers. Give me a break, Rowen. I don’t speak Lame.”

“And I don’t speak Idiot,” I grumbled. Next time Jesse couldn’t pick me up and Garth Black showed up in his place, I was hitching a ride back to Willow Springs. Or hoofing it.

“Your eagerness to dodge the topic leads me to the conclusion that you’re uncomfortable talking about a certain T.A. slash friend.”

Oh, dear sweet Jesus. “Jax?” I twisted in my seat. “Are you talking about Jax?”

“Yep. That’s the one.” Garth snapped his fingers. “That’s the little fu . . .” Garth froze with his mouth open. The skin between his eyebrows came together. “Fu fu, fu, fu-fu-fu . . .” He was truly at a loss. It was a rare moment to witness with Garth Black. I was going to bask in it.

“Fu, fu, fu . . .
fucker
? Is that the word you were going for? Because that’s one of the few that always seems to be on the tip of your tongue.”

“That’s the one,” Garth said, able to form words again.

“And you were having a tough time saying it because . . .?”

After a few moments of deliberation, he hit the steering wheel. “Because Jesse and I made a bet.”

“A bet?” Oh, great. That ought to be good.

“Yes. A bet. We’ve been sitting a lot of night-watches in the fields, and I guess he was worn out on my proclivity toward profanity and I was bored as all fu—” He caught himself again but just barely.

“I don’t know whether to be more impressed that you haven’t said your favorite word in the past twenty minutes or that you just used—
correctly—
the word proclivity.”

“Be impressed by it all. There’s plenty of it to go around when I’m close by.”

“Enough self-trumpeting. Get back to this bet.”

Garth sped through Willow Springs’s front entrance so fast I almost missed it. “What’s there to get back to? Jesse bet me I wouldn’t be able to give up cussing for a whole month, and I bet him that he wouldn’t be able to give up . . .” A lopsided smile twisted into place.

“That he wouldn’t be able to give up what?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. The important part is that I will be declared the victor come morning because there is no way Walker will be able to hold up his end of the bet tonight. The past couple of weeks, no big deal, but tonight? He’s totally fu—” That was getting old fast. “
Foiled
. Tonight he’s totally foiled.”

“Foiled? What the hell, Black? Who are you and where did the hick go?”

“Oh, Rowen, finally. My self-esteem is back in the sewer where it belongs. Thank you.” Garth slammed the truck’s brakes in front of the house. The porch lights were glowing, and soft yellow light streamed from all of the windows. Even the one at the top, next to the chimney. I smiled, remembering dozens of the nights worth remembering. “Oh, and thank you for real for being the reason I’m going to wake up the winner of this bet. I owe you one.”

“No, you won’t owe me one. Now that I know about this bet between you boys, I’ll do everything I can to make sure Jesse comes out on the winning side.” I threw open the door and set foot on Willow Springs soil. I had to fight the urge to get down and kiss it.

“Fine. Fight it together. Stand by your man. Doesn’t matter to me.” Garth snatched my duffel out of the bed and grinned—I swear he actually grinned—at the mattress that was growing who knows what before sliding up beside me. “Come morning, y’all are going to be chanting
all hail the victor,
or you and Walker are going to be cross-eyed and tortured. I’m going to be laughing my way into next week.”

“Two minutes. Quiet. Think you can manage?” Of course I already knew the answer.

“That’s a negative. Besides, you haven’t given me the juicy, illicit details about your relationship to the little Jax f’er.”

Never had I climbed the steps to the Walker household in such a state of irritation. “What? He grades my papers? Sometimes we talk about what we did over the weekend? If you consider that juicy and illicit, then you really need to get out more, Black.”

“Don’t play the coy card with me, Ms. Worldly. You and I both know a guy doesn’t ask a girl about her weekend if he doesn’t have some shenanigans up his sleeve. Guys, straight ones, do not keep girls as friends unless they’re hoping to get between their legs.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. We were a few feet from the front door, so close I could hear and smell the sounds and scents of coming home . . . and someone’s words were ruining the moment. “There’s so much wrong with that last sentence I’m going to mentally repress it—for the rest of my life—and walk through that front door like you haven’t been talking crazy all night long.”

“To further prove my point that you’re aware of Jax’s underlying intentions. . . I present exhibit number one.” Garth’s hand flashed up and down at me. “Overly emotional.”

“How’s this for ‘overly emotional’?” I waved my middle finger in front of his face.

“Proving my point even further.”

“What? Is that what Jesse said? That he’s concerned about Jax’s and my relationship?” I couldn’t really conceive of that. Jesse and jealousy lived on opposite ends of the galaxy.

“No, he didn’t say that.
I
did.” Garth’s dark eyes flashed. “Just because Jesse likes to see the best in everyone doesn’t mean I have to. He might not be concerned about the snake slithering toward his girl, but I am. I’m telling you, as a friend, as a guy, and as a fellow slithering snake”—I clapped a couple of times at his estimation of himself—“that this guy is up to no good. I’m not asking you to sock him in the jaw, I’m not asking you to twist his testes off, I’m asking that you have your guard up. Okay?”

Garth didn’t only sound concerned; his expression actually matched his tone. I wasn’t used to witnessing concern from Garth Black. It took me so off guard that might have been the only reason I agreed. “Okay. My guard’s up.” I smiled at him as I reached for the door handle. “Happy now?” I realized my mistake a second too late.

Garth beamed over at me. “I win.”

My smile fell. “Bite me.”

Garth bit the air in my direction. “All hail the victor.”

I elbowed him in the stomach as I pushed through the door. I’d had enough Garth for the month. Garth had won our stupid, infantile game, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to win whatever bet he had going with Jesse. I was making that a top priority.

The foyer was empty and quiet when we took our first step inside, but it wasn’t by the time we took the second. A chorus of
She’s here
echoed through the house. Clementine and Hyacinth skidded in from the living room, followed by Lily and Neil. Rose rushed in from the kitchen, a beater in her hand and flour dusting her face.

I braced myself as the two youngest Walkers tackled me. I might have been bigger than them, but they were five times as strong as me individually. When they came at me together, it felt like they were at least a hundred times stronger.

Garth backed away slowly like the squealing and tackle hugs were making him uncomfortable. In a prior life, the one I’d lived less than a year ago, they would have made me so uncomfortable I would have been permanently scarred. I couldn’t get enough of them now. I think I was making up for lost time.

“Quick, girls. Steal her away before Jesse gets back,” Rose instructed. She managed to get an arm around me and slip in a squeeze. “When he gets here, he’ll lock you away and we won’t see you for a while. I didn’t realize I’d raised such a selfish man.” Flashing me a wink, Rose inclined her head toward the kitchen.

I was familiar with what came next. Even though the bus from Seattle arrived late, at least late for people who got up at four in the morning, Rose always had a warm plate of dinner waiting for me. While I gorged myself on a home-cooked meal, the rest of the family would gather around the kitchen table with a plate or bowl of whatever that night’s dessert was, and we’d catch up until more yawns than words circled the table. Neil was always the first to “hit the hay” as he called it. Clementine and Hyacinth were close seconds, and I felt the only reason Lily and Rose finally headed to their bedrooms was so that Jesse and I could have some time alone.

Reunion night had become a time-honored tradition.

“How’s school?” Rose asked as she pulled a Saran-covered plate from the microwave.

“Great. I just had a huge show and pretty much sold every piece.”

Garth must have followed us because I heard him clear his throat loudly. I shot him a warning glare. He responded with a wink.

“Jesse told us about that. It sounded like it was quite the event, and he said the pieces you had on display were absolutely amazing.” Rose set the steaming plate of enchiladas in front of
my
chair at the ginormous dining table. Yes, they’d designated me a seat. I knew they didn’t think much of the gesture, but it had left me bleary-eyed when I’d found out.

“It was pretty awesome.” I had to remove each Walker girl’s death grip from my waist to sit down. They all clamored into their seats around me.

“I wish we could have seen it. I haven’t been to Seattle since . . . well, since so long I can’t even remember.” Rose sat across from me and gave me one of those warm smiles I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to.

“We’ll take the whole family over and make sure we hit the next one,” Neil said. He approached the table with a plate of Rice Crispy treats in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. When Neil wasn’t working, he almost always had a cup of coffee in one hand. “What do you think, girls? You up for a trip to the big city next time Rowen has a big, fancy art show?”

Three heads bobbed eagerly.

“It’s settled then. I hope you won’t mind sharing your apartment with six more people, Rowen.” Neil shot me a wink as he took his seat.

“Neil . . .” Rose settled a hand on her hip, giving him a look. “I know you’re not a big fan of them and spend as little time in them as you can, but big cities have really great things known as hotels. Maybe we could rent a couple of rooms. Maybe we could go crazy and rent a couple of five star ones.”

“Five star?” Neil’s forehead lined.

“Never mind. The girls and I will handle all that.”

“Has anyone heard from Jesse yet?” I knew it was an abrupt turn in the conversation. I’d tried to repress the question, but not knowing the details of the emergency Jesse was somehow involved in was making me uneasy. Everything must have been mostly okay or the Walkers wouldn’t have been going about their business as usual, but I doubted I’d be able to eat a bite of dinner if I didn’t find out what was going on.

“They should be pulling up any minute now. I got a call from Jo earlier saying they were coming home,” Rose answered.

I sighed. He was on his way. Jesse would be there soon. Emergency situation had passed. “What happened?”

“Jo can’t chew gum and walk at the same time,” Garth muttered. He was sitting down at the other end of the table.

Rose gave him a look that I think was meant to be intimidating, but it was more filled with maternal amusement. “Sprained ankle, it sounds like. We were worried something had broken, so a minor sprain was a relief.”

“Who’s Jo? Jo as in Josie?” I’d gotten to know all of the ranch hands, and Jo wasn’t one of them.

“No, not Josie. Someone I just brought on to help me and the girls out,” Rose answered.

“Wow. Go, Jo. I need to meet this guy who’s up to the challenge of keeping up with the four Walker women.” That was when I heard a familiar sound. A rumbling, sputtering noise accompanied by the sound of crunching gravel. Only one truck in the world could make that pathetic of a sound and still manage to get me all worked up.

“You can definitely meet Jo, but I think you’re going to be disappointed if you’re looking to meet a guy,” Rose replied.

I stopped chewing. “Jo’s not a guy?”

“No. Jo is
definitely
not a guy,” Garth said. I wasn’t looking at him, but I didn’t need to be to know what smile was on Garth’s face.

“We call her Jo, but her name’s Jolene. She’s only been with us for a few weeks, so that’s why you haven’t had a chance to meet her yet.”

“And that’s who Jesse took to the emergency room tonight?”

Lily nodded. “She was out delivering the guys’ dinner when she tripped into a gopher hole or something like that.”

“And Jesse was the only one around to take her to the emergency room?”