She came to a stop. “So you’re actually seeing each other.”
“We are.” Eve got out her iPhone to prove it. “Look, I took this picture of him when he came over last night. Cute, huh?”
Cheyenne pushed back her hair as though it was too hot in the office, but it wasn’t. “Ted’s handsome. There’s no denying that.”
“So...why are you acting like this might be a mistake?”
“I’m shocked, I guess.”
“Could you at least be ‘happy’ shocked?”
“I’m trying,” she replied. “It just feels...odd.”
“Because it’ll change the dynamics of the group. But that doesn’t have to be for the worse.”
Cheyenne sat down again. “When will you tell the others?”
“Ted said we should give ourselves time to make the adjustment first.”
“Probably good advice, but—” she pulled her chair closer “—wasn’t it kind of...distasteful sleeping with him? I can’t imagine having sex with him or Noah or any of the other guys we’ve hung out with for so long.”
“I thought it might be,” she admitted. “But it wasn’t. Like I said, plenty of relationships are based on friendship.”
“Could you see yourself marrying Ted someday?”
“Of course!”
Cheyenne sighed. “Wow.”
“You’re not even a little excited for me?”
“I am. I’m just worried that it might blow up in your face.”
“Why would it?”
She wrinkled her nose. “The timing is off.”
“No, it’s not. We’re getting older. We’re both ready to have a family. We care about each other.”
“But why is this happening after so many years? Why now?”
“I told you.” Suddenly, she caught on. “Wait, you’re thinking it might have to do with Sophia.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but she started working for Ted the same day he slept with you.”
“So? I fully supported him giving her a job. I still support it. What else would she do?”
“Her return to his life doesn’t concern you?”
“Why would it? We’ve talked about it. He says he’s over her.”
“Eve, he’s been saying that for years.”
“And?”
“No one believes him.”
She understood what Cheyenne was getting at but didn’t want to consider it. “Stop. Don’t ruin this.” Her phone rang, and she checked Caller ID. “It’s him.” She raised a finger to her lips before answering. “Don’t tell him I told you. And don’t tell anyone else about us. Not yet, okay? You promise?”
Cheyenne’s smiled looked pained, putting even more of a damper on Eve’s excitement. “I won’t. I promise.”
Trying to throw off the odd feeling she’d gotten since revealing her relationship with Ted, Eve answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.
“Not much.” She stepped out of the office so she could talk without Cheyenne listening in. “Are you getting some pages written today?”
“Not too many. I’ve been busy with...other things.”
This surprised her. He’d gone home early last night because he was under so much pressure to get the rest he needed so he could work. “What other things? You’re on deadline, remember?”
“I’m afraid this couldn’t be helped.”
“What’s ‘this’?”
The resulting pause told her he was searching for the right words. “I had to move Sophia and Alexa into my guesthouse.”
Her blood ran cold. She liked Sophia, felt sorry for her, but on the heels of what Cheyenne had just said.... “What?”
“Someone’s been harassing them, vandalizing the house, even threatening them.”
“Who?”
“I wish I knew. Maybe then I could put a stop to it without having to go this route.”
“But...you’re already helping her. Isn’t there someone else who could come to her rescue?”
“Like...”
“If she’s being harassed, the police would be a logical choice.”
“Chief Stacy is no fan. Not anymore. I told you what he said when he came here on Monday.”
But Sophia was still a citizen of Whiskey Creek, and the citizens of Whiskey Creek should be able to count on their chief of police to do his job. “That means she’ll be around you almost 24/7.”
“Not for long. She’s planning to get out of town as soon as she can afford it.”
“That could be months.”
“I realize this isn’t what either of us would wish for.” He lowered his voice as if he was afraid someone—Sophia?—might overhear him. “But they couldn’t stay where they were. They’re not safe there. Not only that, but she can’t afford to heat that big house.”
Eve remembered her relief and excitement when he’d hired Sophia. She’d been so grateful to him. But now...jealousy bit deep. Was Sophia using her situation to get closer to Ted? Was she playing the martyr, preying on his sympathies?
It was even possible that Sophia’s house hadn’t been vandalized. Maybe she’d done it herself.
As much as Eve hated suspecting the worst, she couldn’t forget who Sophia had been in high school. “Ted, she must be aware that you’re...successful.” And still single. “Maybe she hasn’t changed as much as I thought. Maybe she’s a...a parasite looking for a new host.”
“I doubt it. If so, she’s not looking to me. I saw the damage at her place with my own eyes.”
How? Why? Had she called him? Asked him to come by?
Eve wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Either way, you won’t make the mistake of getting back with her....”
“Of course not,” he said. “You and I are together, aren’t we?”
She drew a deep breath, but still felt shaky. “That was my understanding.”
“It’s true. You don’t have anything to worry about. I won’t let you down.”
That was exactly what she wanted to hear, but the way he’d stated it left something to be desired. She can’t hold a candle to you. Or why would I want her when I’ve got you would’ve been more flattering. More convincing, too. But their relationship was new. She couldn’t expect him to be madly in love with her yet.