HOURS LATER, THE SKY HAD GROWN OVERCAST, AND the mercury had dipped sharply. Trevor and Penny led their mounts into the barn to unsaddle them. Rodney joined them before the cinches were completely undone.
“Have a good time?” the older man asked, leaning against the rails of a stall.
“Yes,” they answered in unison.
That caused Trevor to smile. He liked the sound of their voices blended together.
“Where did you go?”
Penny answered, “We rode as far as the old Riverton estate.”
Rodney’s eyebrows arched. “That far? No wonder you were gone so long.”
“It didn’t seem all that long.” Trevor lifted the saddle from his mount’s back. “And it was great to see the valley from horseback. Whole different perspective than I get driving around in my truck.”
Rodney nodded as he pushed off the stall. “You know, you two ought to think about doing something fun for New Year’s Eve. You’ve been trapped inside taking care of me for much too long. That is, when you aren’t outside tending the livestock.”
“Dad, I don’t think—”
“You could go down to Boise to see a movie. At the very least, you should go have yourself a nice dinner at the Tamarack Grill. In fact, I called and made a reservation for you two at eight o’clock, just in case you’d want to do that. I heard Grant Nichols has a special menu for tonight, and supposedly they’ve got a treat in mind for those who stick around until midnight to see in the New Year.”
“But, Dad, if we go out to eat, you should come with us.”
He shook his head. “No, I think I’d better stick close to my own kitchen for a while. You know, watch the diet and all. But you young folk should go and enjoy yourselves.”
Rodney Cartwright was about as subtle as a freight train, Trevor thought, but since the older man was suggesting the exact thing Trevor had wanted to ask Penny himself, he didn’t object. Maybe he could even help things along.
“Let’s do it, Penny,” he said, looking at her over the back of the horse between them. “It’ll be fun.”
Indecision played across her face.
“Come on,” he pressed. “Let’s make it a date. We can dress up and do the town.” He tried to sound playful, teasing, as if the invitation was all in fun. After all, doing the town in Kings Meadow would not make for much excitement, even on this night of the year. But he was dead serious about it being a date. Would she realize that? And if she did, would it scare her off or be what she wanted?
The waiting was close to agony.
“All right.” Her voice was soft and perhaps a little uncertain, but despite that, she’d agreed to go out with him.
“Great!” He looked at Rodney again. “I’ll get the cattle fed and then go home to shower and change.”
Two and a half hours later, Trevor drove toward the Cartwright ranch again. Except for a little white trim on his shirt, he was dressed all in black, from the cowboy hat on his head to the boots on his feet. It had been one of his favorite outfits to wear when he performed. He hoped Penny would like it too. He wanted to impress her. He wanted her to find him attractive. With Penny, everything seemed to matter.
He silently prayed for God’s will to be done, then felt a twinge of fear. What if God’s will wasn’t for Penny to fall in love with him? He knew he was supposed to want God’s will above everything else, but praying for it when he wasn’t assured of the outcome was more difficult than he’d expected it would be.
“I already love her, Lord,” he whispered. “Sure would be great if she could love me too.”
Arriving at the ranch, he drove to his usual parking spot and cut the engine. As he exited the truck and climbed the porch steps, he felt as nervous as a teenager on his first date. He didn’t enter the house of his own accord as had become his habit over the past couple of weeks. Instead he knocked and waited.
Rodney answered it. “Don’t you clean up good.”
“I did my best, sir.”
The older man pulled the door open wide. “Come on in. Penny isn’t down yet.”
“Thanks.” Trevor stepped into the entry hall, but before he could remove his hat or coat, a sound drew his gaze to the top of the stairs.
Penny stood there, wearing a dress that seemed both simple and formal. Sky blue, like her eyes and the gift he’d given her for Christmas. Silver threads in the fabric sparkled in the lamplight. Her long blonde hair had been swept up on her head and was adorned with a slender sequined band. It wasn’t a tiara, but it seemed a crown in Trevor’s eyes.
He waited until she was halfway down the stairs before he said, “Wow. You’re beautiful.”
Her cheeks grew rosy. “Thank you.”
Why hadn’t he asked her out before tonight? Why had it taken her own father to get the ball rolling? He knew the answer, of course. He’d been trying to avoid falling for her. He wasn’t trying to avoid it any longer. It was a done deal.
She reached the bottom of the stairs. “You look rather handsome yourself.”
Behind Trevor, Rodney cleared his throat. “You two better get a move on. Don’t want to lose your reservation at the only restaurant in town.”
Trevor turned around and found Rodney holding up his daughter’s coat for her. She walked to him, turned, and slipped her arms into the sleeves. Then she faced him again and kissed his cheek.
“Love you, Dad. We won’t be late.”
“You stay out just as long as you please. I’m going to watch a documentary and then go to bed.”
“Aren’t you going to see in the New Year?”
Rodney laughed as he touched Penny’s cheek. “For a man my age, a good night’s sleep is more important.” He took a couple of steps backward, stopping in the entrance to the living room.
Taking his cue, Trevor moved up to Penny’s side. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She smiled up at him. “I’m ready.”
Penny had always thought the butterflies-in-the-stomach sensation was a myth dreamed up by the hopeless romantics. But as Trevor escorted her along the path from the porch to his truck, she discovered how real the feeling could be.
After helping her in on the passenger side, Trevor got in behind the wheel and started the engine. Then he glanced her way and smiled. “I’m glad you agreed to do this, Penny.”
“Me too.”
Neither of them spoke again until they reached the edge of town.
As Trevor slowed the truck to twenty miles per hour, he said, “I’ll be helping take down the Christmas lights when I go to work on Monday. Too bad. I like Main Street this way.”
For some reason, the comment calmed those silly butterflies, and Penny was able to smile again. “I’ve often wished they’d leave the lights up year-round.”
“I suppose the town council wouldn’t like the power bill.”
“I suppose not.”
Most of the businesses in town had long since closed down, but the parking lot of the Dusty Trail Saloon had a half dozen trucks and cars in it. The Merc was still doing business too. However, it was soon apparent that the place to be in Kings Meadow tonight was the Tamarack Grill. The parking lot was full. Piles of snow, pushed aside by snowplows in recent weeks, had formed a once-white wall opposite the restaurant.
“Is it like this every year?” Trevor asked.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I’ve never come here for dinner on New Year’s Eve.”
Finding a place to park a fair distance from the Tamarack, he pulled his truck to the side of the road and turned the key. The night fell like a silent blanket around them. Trevor got out and came around to open her door, the snow several inches deep beneath his boots. His gaze dropped to the open-toed heels she wore.
“Not exactly snowshoes,” he said as his gaze lifted to meet hers.
“I should have thought. It wasn’t like this at home.” She swiveled on the seat to face him. “It isn’t all that far. I’ll just take off my shoes and make a run for it. My feet won’t freeze.”
“I have a better idea.”
Before she knew what was happening, she was out of the cab and held in his arms. He closed the truck door with his shoulder, then carried her across the street and up to the entrance of the restaurant. Once there he lowered her feet to the ground.
She could hardly breathe. Her heart pounded erratically and her legs felt unsteady beneath her. She feared someone might have seen him carrying her like that—almost like a bride across a threshold. At the same time she wished he held her still.
“There,” he said, smiling. “That’s better than running barefoot through the snow.”
He was right. It was better. Much better.
He opened the door and motioned for her to enter. She complied, stopping when they reached the sign that asked them to wait to be seated. Noticeably warmer air swirled around her legs and feet.
“Here,” he said. “Let me take your coat.”
By the time Trevor was holding both of their coats over one arm, Cynthia Rogers, one of Tamarack’s waitresses, approached them, menus at ready, a smile on her lips. “Hi, Penny.” Her gaze shifted to Trevor. “Welcome back.”
He answered, “Thanks. We’ve got a reservation. It’s under Reynolds. Trevor Reynolds.”
Cynthia glanced down at the open book on the hostess stand. “Yes, right this way.”
Trevor placed the fingertips of one hand against the small of Penny’s back and fell in slightly behind her as they followed the waitress to their table. The touch through the chiffon fabric—intimate and warm—made her skin tingle. Cynthia placed the menus on a table and stepped out of the way as Trevor held a chair for Penny. After she was seated, he put their coats on an empty third chair opposite her and took the chair to her right. Close enough for him to lean over and talk to her if he wanted.
The butterflies stirred to life again.
Cynthia told them the night’s specials, then took their drink orders and left.
“They’ve added a few tables since the last time I was in here.” Trevor removed his hat and set it on top of their coats. Music began wafting through the restaurant, drawing his gaze to a corner near the bar. “And live music too.”
Penny looked in the same direction. There was a man on a keyboard, another with a guitar, and a woman on vocals. “That’s a first, as far as I know. Must be something they do for New Year’s.”
“She’s got a nice voice.” His appreciation was obvious.
“Nowhere near as nice as yours.” Before the words were out of her mouth, she wished them back. She didn’t know why. She supposed because, for the most part, they had avoided talking about his music career. Had that been his choice or hers?
“Miss Cartwright, did you pay me a compliment?”
She looked at him again, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I guess I did.”
“Well, I thank you.”
Cynthia returned to their table with their beverages. “Are you ready to order or do you need a little more time?”
“I know what I want,” Trevor said. “Penny?”
She nodded. “I’d like one of the specials. The New Orleans barbecued shrimp and Cornish game hen.”
“Sounds good. I’ll have the same.” Trevor took Penny’s menu, then handed both menus to the waitress. After Cynthia walked away in the direction of the kitchens, he looked around the room. “Lots of familiar faces here tonight.” He waved and smiled at someone.
Penny leaned to one side to see who it was. Buck and Charity Malone were seated several tables over. Charity mouthed Hello to Penny and waved. Penny acknowledged the silent greeting.
When she returned her gaze to Trevor, she found him watching her as if looking for an answer to some unspoken question. “What?” she said after a lengthy silence.
“Nothing. I was just thinking what a great day this has been. First our horseback ride. Now this dinner.”
Pleasure coursed through her. “We haven’t eaten yet. You don’t know dinner will be great.”
“Sure I do. I’ve heard great things about the chef. As you’ll recall, I’ve met him.” He leaned toward her. “Besides, it’s the company that makes the evening great, much more than the food.” An admiring look filled his eyes.
When he’d first seen her tonight, he’d called her beautiful. Suddenly she felt beautiful, both inside and out. No man had ever made her feel this way before.
What’s happening between us? she wondered, hoping that whatever it was, it wouldn’t stop.