Small Town Siren

Chapter Five

Walter Echols valiantly managed to not roll his eyes as his mother joined her small group of friends. Not a one of them was younger than seventy, and he liked to think of them as a school of blue-haired barracudas. There were five of them, not counting his mother, and they met each week at the First Methodist Church of Willow Fork. Walter wondered why it had ever been called First. It seemed silly since he expected there never would be a second. There was a Presbyterian church on the other side of town, but it was attended by the blue collars of the town. Sometimes Walter wished he could be counted as one of those blue collars. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his family’s money. He enjoyed a good car and fine dining as much as the next person. But, in a small town, money wasn’t just something he enjoyed. Money was who he was, and he had a duty to it.

One of the barracudas broke from the group and began swimming toward him. She was using a walker to do it, but Walter still the felt the menace. Even an ancient barracuda still had teeth. They might have been purchased, but they were sharp. This was one of those times when not having money would work in his favor. Hillary Glass slowly worked her way toward him, an indignant gleam in her eye. If he was a regular Joe, he would be free to flee, but he wasn’t, and he had a reputation to uphold.

“Good morning, Mrs. Glass,” Walter said politely as he looked around the Fellowship Hall. His wife was talking to the pastor. No help there. He reached mentally for something to say. “How is your son, Lyle?” Walter smiled broadly, proud of himself for pulling that out of thin air.

“Still queer and going to hell,” the old lady said with a frown. “That’s what happens when you let your son leave a nice place like this and go to college in some godless city.”

Oh, yeah, Walter remembered.

Lyle Glass was a flaming homosexual. Funny man. He’d gone to school with him. The man had never failed to make his classmates laugh, but he’d been gay long before he’d reached the godless campus of Baylor University, if he recalled correctly, Lyle had moved to Dallas. Walter would have to look him up the next time he was there. Walter was thirty-five and rapidly discovering this was a time when a man wanted to reconnect with his past. But then, he suspected, the past was exactly what had put the righteous gleam in Hillary Glass’s rheumy eyes.

“What are you doing to protect your poor mother from that tramp?” Hillary’s voice was loud enough that a few people turned to see what was going on.

“I doubt Abigail Moore is coming after my mama,” Walter said evenly. The thought of Abby actively attempting to hurt his elderly mother was ridiculous. The woman could have had her revenge in a million different ways, yet she hadn’t even sued the family for her daughter’s support. Adam had died with a trust fund, but Abby hadn’t come after it. Besides, lately, he had started wondering how he was going to protect Abby from his mama.

Walter Echols loved his wife. Jan was his second wife. He’d been young when he had allowed himself to be shoved into a marriage with the “right” woman. Claire had come from a good, solid family and had been selected by his mother. It had only been a few years after Adam’s death, and Walter had been willing to do anything to please his parents. They had been shell shocked, and so had Walter. When Walter graduated from college, he’d let his mother shove him into the next step. Unfortunately, his mother’s choice of a perfect wife had left him for another man two years into the marriage. When Walter’s mother had tried to come up with another mate, Walter had put his foot down for the first time in his life. Ruby Echols might not have approved of Jan, but ten years and two beautiful kids later, she’d been forced to accept her.

Yes, Walter thought, he loved his wife, but if he’d been single, he would have been all over Abigail Moore like cheese on nachos.

She was one gorgeous woman, even now. He had seen her on a couple of occasions and thought she might even be sexier than she had been then. There was a worldliness about her now that had been absent before. She had confidence that only experience could give a person.

He’d been two years younger than his brother when Hurricane Abby hit, but even at fifteen he’d understood what his big brother saw in the redhead. She was beautiful and loyal. Abby had been funny and always sweet to her boyfriend’s kid brother. She had been wild. She and Adam had lived a fast life for a small town. They’d been caught drinking at the lake on more than one occasion, and if they were in a parked car, everyone knew not to approach it until it stopped rocking and the windows cleared. Walter could still remember how happy his brother had been once he’d told his parents off and promised he would keep seeing Abby even if they cut him off.

They hadn’t had the chance. Adam had wrapped his car around a tree when he lost control. Abby hadn’t even been with him at the time, but his parents had blamed her. They blamed Abby for Adam’s wildness, but Walter knew his brother better. Adam had been wild long before he got together with a girl from the wrong side of town. Now she was back, and twenty years hadn’t dimmed his mother’s fury.

“That piece of trash just being in this town hurts your mother,” Hillary complained.

“She’s only in town to help her mother back on her feet.” Walter tried to be reasonable, though he’d already tried the line on his mom and it hadn’t worked. “Diane Moore broke her hip last month. She’s been struggling.” He didn’t mention that Abigail was a registered nurse. Hillary wouldn’t be impressed with her education or experience.

“I don’t care about her,” Hillary said bluntly. “And neither should you. It’s her fault her daughter turned out so vile. You better do something, Walter, or your mother’s friends will step in and do it for you.”

Walter heard the click-clack of Hillary’s walker as she moved away from him. He put his fingers to his temples. He was getting a headache. He’d already talked to the sheriff about gently edging Abby out of town. He didn’t want to inundate her with tickets, but she needed to know it would be hard to stay here. She had been plain in her intention to leave once her work here was done. She wasn’t shoving her way into the upscale social events of Willow Fork. She worked at her friend’s café and helped her mom out. Why his mother couldn’t leave be, Walter had no idea. He would have to come up with something else to placate her.

Jan looked over at him and smiled as she picked up their little girl and fixed her four-year-old body to the hip his mother had commented was far too large for a true lady. His mother wouldn’t know a true lady if one bit her in the ass, and Jan had offered to on several occasions. Walter smiled back and wondered when he was going to be a man. His one foray into rebellion had netted him the best woman he’d ever met. He was currently engaged in his second foray. His mother had been dead set against him running for state senate, but Walter wanted out of town so bad he could taste it. Luckily, his father had been all for it before he died last spring. Walter felt bad for Abby, but he needed his mother’s support. Just this one last time.

Once he got to Austin, all bets were off, he promised himself. But for now, he had to find a way to deal with Abby.

After spending a couple of minutes in the bathroom trying to make sure she didn’t look like a woman who had performed numerous sexual services for two different men, Abby walked back into the kitchen with her head held high. She was a professional. She had spent years working in one of the toughest ERs in the state, and she could stare down just about anyone. Working as a nurse in the emergency room had prepared her to handle just about anything. If someone gave her that righteous look she’d come to expect, she would just treat them like a drunk on full moon at Peter Smith Hospital.

“You done with your break, hon?” Len Sawyer gave her a knowing smile as she walked into the kitchen. He settled a massive stack of bacon on a single plate. He had been Christa’s short-order cook for ten years. Abby had only met him a month ago, but he seemed to have taken a shine to her. He was an older man who was happily married to a beautician. Karen Sawyer had told Abby to come into her shop any time she liked and she would take care of those troublesome grays. Abby had very much appreciated the thought, but instead used a box at home because she didn’t want to put anyone out of business. It was a pain in the butt, but she was also driving to Tyler when she needed anything. Abby couldn’t stand the thought that she would be turned away the way she had been when she was seventeen. She could still remember the humiliation of trying to buy milk at the grocery store and being told she wasn’t welcome. That was when she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she had to leave. Ruby’s threat to get her mother fired was just the cherry on top of the cake.

“Yes,” Abby said with a crisp nod. “I am quite refreshed and ready to go back to work.”

Sherry bounced into the kitchen, her ponytail bobbing up and down. She called out an order and then turned to Abby. There was a broad smile on her face. “You have got to tell me how you did that. I have been trying to be the meat in that sandwich for ten years.”

“Don’t you go being nasty, girl,” Len warned.

Sherry looked up, completely guileless. She was twenty-five and had no ambitions beyond making her hair appointment next Monday. “I am not being nasty. Well, maybe I am, but this is girl talk. You just don’t listen in.” Sherry sighed. “Ten years. I understood in the beginning. I was jail bait, but even after I was all legal and stuff, I couldn’t get them to date me.”

“Them?” Abby was shocked that Sherry knew. It was supposed to be a closely guarded secret.

“Hon, everyone knows those boys are perverts.” Len waved his hand. “I suppose the old church ladies might have cared at one point, but Jack and Sam rebuilt First Presbyterian after that fire a few years back, so they decided to close their mouths. To each their own, I say.”

“It’s not like they haven’t dated.” Sherry wrinkled her cute little nose. “Those boys haven’t been celibate, but they tend to be real picky. Well, Sam’s not, but Jack is. They might try to keep it quiet, but this is a small town. Everyone is up in everyone else’s business. Those boys just made a public declaration of intent regarding you. It’ll be all over town by the time the Cowboys game is on.”

Abby’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. How was she going to go back out there when everyone knew what she had been doing?

“I’d watch out for Melissa Paul, though,” Sherry warned. “She’s works at the Wal-Mart a town over. She has wanted to get her hooks into Sam Fleetwood for a long time. Sam went out with her about a year ago, but Jack couldn’t stand her, which tells me he has good taste. Sam broke it off, and she’s been acting like a scalded cat ever since.”

“Sam dated someone without Jack?”

Len nodded as he cracked eggs into a bowl. “Sam is the one who dates. Jack just joins them later, if you know what I mean. I just about fell on the floor when he told Kyle Morgan he was serious about you and you were his girlfriend.”

Abby’s jaw dropped. “He said what?”

Sherry’s face just lit up. She loved juicy gossip. “Kyle Morgan’s boys asked if you were Jack’s girl, and he said yes. He even smiled when he did it. I didn’t know his face worked that way. Usually Jack is grrrr, and dark and broody. He likes to have a badass reputation.”

“Then the man shouldn’t rescue every stray dog he finds.” Len laughed. He flipped a pancake. “It was hard to stay terrified when I saw the man stop that big truck of his to move a turtle out of the road. Let me tell you, Abby, it didn’t take long before the women of this town figured out Jack Barnes was a sucker for a hard luck story. That man has fixed more leaks, roofs, and cars than any one man should have. He doesn’t date the way Sam does because he doesn’t have the time.”

“But he does it all with a frown on his face,” Sherry observed. “I suppose he thinks that keeps his image up.” She stared out the window to the dining room. “Gotta go. The natives are restless.” She walked off, a fresh pot of coffee in her hand.

“He’s a good man, Abby.” Len pushed the tray toward her. It was full of pancakes and greasy bacon and runny eggs. It was a heart attack waiting to happen. The nurse in Abby wanted to lecture someone. “So is Sam. A woman could do a lot worse.”

Abby noted the table number and stopped in her tracks. “Len, we’re going to have to change this order.”

The cook looked back curiously as Abby told him what she was going to need. He shook his head like he wasn’t so sure this was a good idea, but Abby had a plan. If Jack Barnes was going to announce she was his girlfriend, he was going to have to learn to deal with what that really meant.

Five minutes later, she reloaded the tray herself and got back to work.

Jack stared down at the plate Abby placed in front of him. There were eggs, Canadian bacon, and a bowl of fruit. There was only one problem with it.

“This is not what we ordered.” Jack had been looking forward to a huge breakfast of his usual pancakes, bacon, and fried eggs. He had worked up an appetite, but it seemed Abby wanted a little revenge. His mood took a deep dive. He really hadn’t expected that.

“It’s all you’re getting,” Abby said saucily.

Sam poked at the fruit like it was some foreign thing he’d never seen before rather than chunks of pineapple and melon. He looked at Abby with a desperate expression on his face. “Where are our pancakes? We ordered pancakes. Come on, Abby. I was nice to you. Jack was the mean one who stole your panties. Punish him.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed on Abby as she rested her hand on her hip and appeared ready for a fight, which he was willing to give her. “Take this back, Abby. Bring us what we ordered.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. There are no more pancakes for you here.”

Jack slid out of the booth and stood over her. Now everyone in the café was watching. “Are you telling me we are no longer welcome in this establishment?”

Sam stood behind Abby and put his hands on her shoulders, almost as if he was ready to pull her out of Jack’s line of fire if he had to. “I’m sure that’s not what she meant, Jack.”

Abby rolled her pretty hazel eyes. “I’m not kicking you out, Jack. Why would I do that? I am telling you that if I’m your girlfriend, I have certain rights. You have taken certain rights and privileges concerning me, and I think I should have the same chance with you.”

“What privilege is it you’re looking for, Abby?”

She didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by him as she poked him straight in his chest. “I am claiming the privilege of keeping you alive through tomorrow.” She leaned in and kept her voice low. “Do you have any idea how much lard Len uses? I had to make the egg white omelets myself because he said it was a sin to waste the yolk. If that is the way you eat every day, then you are a heart attack waiting to happen. I see it every day, Jack. Don’t think a thirty-year-old man can’t have a heart attack.”

“But we work on a ranch all day, Abby,” Sam argued. “We need a lot of calories.”

“I’m fine with that as long as they come from a good source,” his little Nurse Abby said practically. “You need good, low-fat protein and complex carbohydrates.”

Every muscle in Jack’s body stilled for a moment. He looked deeply into Abigail’s eyes, searching for the truth. “Are you telling me you changed our order because you’re worried about us? Not because you want to get back at me?”

The confusion in her eyes was all Jack needed. He felt his gut unclench as he realized Abby was just fussing over them. “Why would I want to get back at you?” She leaned over. “I will get my panties back, though, Jack.” The last part was whispered with a purely feminine promise of retribution, and it caused Jack to throw his head back and laugh.

Jack sat back down. He picked up his fork and dug in. Jack gave Sam an encouraging smile.

“It’ll be fine, Sam.” Abby winked at them. “You’ll find you can survive just fine on relatively healthy food. People do it all the time.”

Sam eased into the booth and frowned at the plate. “Who eats fruit for breakfast?”

“People who want to live,” Abby said with a smile. She turned to check on another customer, but Jack’s hand reached out and held her.

“We have a date tonight,” he reminded her. She hadn’t actually said yes when they asked her out the day before, but she’d fucked them a couple of times since then, so it seemed a reasonable bet. “We’ll pick you up at seven.”

Abby’s face fell. “I can’t leave my mom again, Jack. I’m sorry.”

Sam grinned. “I think you’ll find your mama is playing bingo at the Presbyterian Church tonight with her friend, Sylvia.”

“But Mom can’t drive, and Sylvia won’t be able to support her if she needs help.”

“That’s why one of our ranch hands and his wife are going along with them.” Jack had already solved that problem. “Juan and his wife are very fond of bingo.” They were also fond of the bonuses Jack handed out and had fallen all over themselves to help out. “Your mom knows them from church. She is very excited about getting out of the house.”

“I just bet she is,” Abby said in a low drawl. “Are you going to go over and help her with her hair, Jack?”

“If that’s what it takes.” Jack had the confidence of a man who knew he had all the exits guarded. “Seven o’clock. We’ll go somewhere nice.”

Abby seemed to brighten at that and nodded. “Seven it is, then. I’ll be ready, and I think I’ll wear a dress…and maybe some heels.” She gave them what Jack was starting to think of as her siren smile. It never failed to get him excited. She walked away. Jack felt somewhat responsible for the bounce in her step.

Sam stared at his partner. “Are you really going to eat that?”

Jack’s eyebrows shot up. “Every bite. Maybe you’ve had enough people who gave a shit about you in your life, but I haven’t. She made this herself, and I’ll be damned if I don’t eat it, despite the fact that Canadian bacon is far inferior to honest-to-goodness American bacon. You’re going to eat it, too. It might hurt her feelings if you don’t.”

“Fine.” Sam tried the melon. “At least I have dinner to look forward to. Promise me she won’t get up from our table at the steak house and take over the kitchens to make us something healthy.”

“I promise nothing. That woman is a force of nature.”

Sam nodded. “That was smart of you to set up a fun night for her mom.”

“It’s all about breaking down the stop signs she’s going to put up.” Jack was a firm believer in plowing through obstacles. He never tried to go around something when he could just smash through. “She wants us. That much is very clear to me. She’s just a little scared. We need to treat her like a fractious mare.”

Sam’s eyes lit up with mirth. “Yeah, I get what you’re saying. We need to sneak up on her real quiet-like, and then, when she’s calm and stuff, we jump her, force a saddle on her, and ride that baby until she can’t imagine a time we weren’t on top of her.”

“Exactly,” Jack agreed as his phone rang. He pulled it out and checked the number. It was familiar so he answered. “Hello, Christa, how are you doing this morning? Are you checking to make sure Abby got to work? I assure you she is one hundred percent here and giving us both hell. Whoa…what do you mean? They wrote what? Tell Mike not have it towed yet. I want to see it for myself. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Jack took out his wallet and threw down more cash than he needed to. Abby would always get a good tip out of him.

“What’s up?” Sam took a final drink of coffee.

“Looks like someone in this town doesn’t see how sweet our Abby is,” Jack said in a low growl that let everyone who heard it know there was going to be trouble.