Just Like the Ones We Used to Know by Brenda Novak

Author:Brenda Novak [Novak, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488095740
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-30T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

SHEILA GILBERT LOOKED much the same as she had in high school. Barely over five feet tall, with shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and a curvaceous figure, she’d gained a smoker’s voice and somehow lost her ready smile—but those appeared to be the only changes.

“It’s wonderful to see you again,” Angela said as she and Kayla led the way to a table at the Silver Dollar Café, where Sheila had suggested they meet. A mom-and-pop place that had opened since Angela had left town, the restaurant was located across the street from Matt’s parents’ jewelry store. Angela had noticed that little detail the moment they’d driven up. Every few seconds, she found her attention drifting to the window—just in case she spotted a member of his family on the street outside. She’d liked the Jacksons. She’d liked them all—

“When did you get in?” Sheila asked.

Angela forced herself to focus. “Last Sunday.”

“What brings you back?”

She shrugged as the waitress delivered their water, and Sheila ordered coffee. “I missed it, wanted to see the town,” she said when the waitress had hurried away.

“You missed this place?” Sheila raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re kidding, right?”

Kayla’s nose appeared above the top of her menu. “You don’t like it here, Sheila?”

“What’s to like?” she asked.

“Everything,” Kayla replied earnestly. “The mountains and the trees and the buildings. And Matt, and his parents and cousins. And his funny grandma.”

Obviously, Kayla liked them, too.

“Matt?” Sheila turned to Angela expectantly.

“Matthew Jackson,” she said. “We ran into him the first day we got here.”

Sheila released a low whistle. “Now I understand. If you’ve seen Matt, you’ve seen the very best Virginia City has to offer.”

Kayla proudly lifted her locket. “He gave me this at the Christmas party last night.”

Sheila held it in her own hand for a moment. “Very nice.” She grinned wryly. “See? That’s my problem. He’s never given me a locket.”

“But you like him,” Angela said.

“Who doesn’t?” Her voice grew dreamy. “He’s a tough catch, so be forewarned. But maybe you’re better at big-game hunting than I am. Anyway, he’s nice, sexy and brave. He keeps us all safe while looking like a dream in that uniform.” She leaned forward. “And have you seen the calendar? I have May permanently taped to my ceiling. The mere sight of that picture makes me—”

Angela cleared her throat.

Sheila’s eyes darted toward Kayla. “—makes me proud of our local firemen,” she finished. But her smile said what she hadn’t been able to say. And Angela completely understood. After Kayla had gone to sleep last night, Angela had sat up staring at the picture that featured Matt with a fire hose slung over one muscular shoulder. He was wearing nothing but a fireman’s hat and a pair of pants slung so low on his narrow hips that they revealed the line of hair descending from his navel—the line of hair she’d seen for herself last night, along with what the picture didn’t show.

The memory of his hands on her body, of his body joining perfectly with hers, played in her mind again.

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