A Maverick under the Mistletoe. Brenda Harlen
and had established quite the reputation for himself. Paige had been sincerely happy to hear the news and genuinely pleased for him, because she was more than content with her own life in Rust Creek Falls.
She loved her job, she lived close enough to her family that she saw them regularly—although she sometimes wondered if maybe a little too frequently—she had good friends and she even went out on occasion. She didn’t want or need anything more—and she certainly didn’t want Sutter Traub turning her life upside down again.
“You saw that tonight,” he pointed out to her. “No one has forgotten what happened, why I left, and no one will miss me when I’m gone again.”
She could tell that he believed it, and her heart ached for him. “This is your home,” she told him. “Whether you choose to live here or not, this is where you belong—with your family and your friends and everyone else who cares about you.”
He managed a wry smile, but his tone when he responded was more wistful than skeptical. “Would you be included in that list?”
Chapter Two
“Of course,” Paige agreed. “Despite everything that’s happened between us, we’ve always been friends.”
Even as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she wished she could haul them back. Because as much as she believed coming home and making peace with his family was the right thing for Sutter, she knew it wouldn’t work out so well for her. Not when even this brief conversation had her churned up inside.
“Well, speaking in confidence to a friend,” Sutter said, “I’m afraid Collin’s fighting an uphill battle in this election.”
She was surprised, and grateful, for the change of topic. “What makes you say that?”
“The fact that every time I go into town, I hear rumblings—and none of them are very subtle.”
“What kind of rumblings?”
“Just the other day I was at the general store and I heard Ginny Nigh comment to Lilah Goodwin that it’s a sorry state when people nowadays don’t understand the importance of family values. It used to be that when a man got a woman pregnant, he did the right thing and married the mother of his child.”
“You think she was talking about Clayton?”
“I know she was. Of course, she didn’t mention the fact that Clay didn’t even know Delia was pregnant until she showed up on his doorstep with the baby—or the fact that Delia turned around and hightailed it out of town only a few days later.”
“Leaving your brother with the son he never knew he had—which, to me, proves that he does understand family values. He stepped right up to be a daddy to Bennett and never tried to pawn him off on anybody else.”
He smiled, just a little. “I wish you’d been at the store with me.”
But of course they both knew that such an occurrence would have generated gossip of a different kind.
“Anyway, you shouldn’t worry about Ginny—everyone knows she’s just an old busybody.”
“Unfortunately, she isn’t the only one who’s been talking. Even the minister in church the other day was talking about wedding vows and that ‘till death do us part’ needs to mean till death and not until one of the spouses decides he or she has had enough.”
“Pastor Alderson has never made any secret of the fact that he’s opposed to divorce.”
“And Dallas is divorced—but he only took the step to end his marriage after his wife walked out on him and the kids.”
“I think most people around here know that the divorce was instigated by Laurel’s abandonment.”
“Do they?” he challenged. “Or do they see it as proof that the Traubs don’t reflect the traditional family values that are a cornerstone of Rust Creek Falls?”
“Collin has to pick his battles,” Paige said reasonably. “He can’t expect to win every argument on every issue, so he should focus on what he’s doing and not worry about rumors.”
“That’s what we’ve been trying to do,” Sutter admitted. “The purpose of his national online initiative to help rebuild Rust Creek Falls was designed to give people a reason to look past the devastation and focus on the positive.”
“‘A vote for Collin Traub is a vote for success and prosperity for the future of Rust Creek Falls,’” she quoted.
He grinned. “You’ve been reading our press.”
“I’ve been reading everything in the press,” she clarified. “I like to make an informed decision.”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, stunned by the abrupt change of topic. “How is that any of your business?”
“Maybe it’s not,” he admitted. “But I heard that you’ve been keeping company with a foreman at the lumber mill, and I want to know if it’s true.”
“It’s true.” She started walking again. “I’ve been dating Alex Monroe for a few months now.”
“Is it serious?”
“Again—none of your business,” she said, because she wasn’t going to admit to Sutter that her relationship with the other man wasn’t anywhere close to being serious.
Alex was a great guy. He was attractive and well mannered and she enjoyed spending time with him. Unfortunately there was no real spark or sizzle between them, nothing to make her think that their relationship would ever progress to the next level.
Her sisters, Lani and Lindsay, claimed that Paige wouldn’t ever be able to have a serious relationship with Alex—or any other man—so long as she was still carrying a torch for Sutter. She, of course, denied that was true, because she’d given up hope that Sutter would come back to her a long time ago.
But standing beside him now, she was suddenly overwhelmed by the memories of what they’d once shared, and she realized that maybe she had been comparing other men to “the one who got away.” But she didn’t think that was so unusual. After all, Sutter had been her first love and her first lover, and she couldn’t imagine any subsequent relationship having that same depth and intensity.
And she wasn’t going to waste even another minute of her time worrying about it tonight. She started walking again, and he fell into step beside her.
A few minutes later, she paused outside a two-story saltbox-style house with steel-blue clapboard siding and wide white trim around the front door and windows.
“This is mine,” she said, and felt a familiar thrill when she spoke those words. Two years earlier, when she’d put in her offer for the house, she’d been excited—and then absolutely terrified when it was accepted. Gradually the terror had subsided, beaten back by endless weeks and months of intense manual labor to scrub and shine and prep and paint until she felt as if it was well and truly her own.
He gave the house a quick once-over. “Nice,” he said approvingly.
She didn’t want or need his approval, but she found herself smiling anyway. Because it was nice. More important, it was hers.
“Are you going to invite me in for coffee?” he asked.
“No.”
His brows lifted. “Just no? You’re not even going to make up some kind of lame excuse as to why you can’t invite me in?”
“I don’t need to make up an excuse,” she told him. “The fact is, tomorrow is a school day and I have lesson plans to review.”
The smile that flashed across his face actually made her knees weak.
“For a minute it was almost like we were