River laughed. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked.
June leaned forward. “Of course.”
“I totally met her once,” she said.
“Did you?” June asked. “Are you from California or something?”
River shook her head. “Nope,” she said. “But I traveled out there.” She handed June a credit card and ID. I wondered if they had her real name on them, or if they were fakes.
June took her card to her laptop, talking the whole time. “Was she nice? She seems like she’d be nice."
River smiled. "I thought she was nice," she said. "Although some people seem to have mixed feelings about her."
I cleared my throat to cover my laugh, and River glanced at me. June didn't seem to notice.
"I have king size beds and a smaller room with just a twin," June said. "Is king size okay?"
"If it's open, I'd like to rent the house."
June paused, River's card in her hand, mid-movement. "The whole house?"
"If you have other guests, of course I understand," River said. "I don't want you to move anything. But if not, I'd like to just rent all the rooms you'd otherwise rent out."
June's brow furrowed, and I could feel Cade's eyes burrowing into the back of my head. They had to be thinking we had just stolen a credit card or something.
June looked at River for a long minute. "That's five bedrooms," she said.
River nodded, seeming completely at ease under the scrutiny. "That's perfect," she said.
June finally broke her gaze and nodded. "I think the next whole week was free except for the Robinson's," she said. "Tourist season is winter here, so things are slow right now. How long are you staying?"
“I’ll probably be here a few days, depending on things."
June clicked a few things on her laptop, and then looked up at us. "I guess the whole house would be fine then."
"Good," River said. "That's settled. Is there someplace I can rent a car?”
“Didn’t you two drive up in -” June asked, then stopped, distracted. “I forgot to even ask your name.”
River’s mouth opened, and I jumped in before she could say anything. “E,” I said. “Friends just call me E.”
It wasn’t true. Nobody fucking called me E.
“Well, let me give you a tour of the place - and Cade here can help you with your bags if you need help,” June said.
“No bags,” River said. June started ahead, and I followed down the hallway.
After June had given us the tour and left us in one of the larger bedrooms, River turned to me. “Well, E,” she said, smiling, “thanks for the ride.”
She stood there, inches away from me, and it took all I had not to kiss her. I told myself she was a complication I didn't need. Her situation wasn't simple, and neither was mine. I had enough complications to deal with - complications I was on my way to face.
So I turned in the other direction, away from those bright eyes and gorgeous lips.
“See ya, River.” I looked over my shoulder as I left, and she was grinning at me.
She winked. “See ya, Elias.”
***
RIVER
“Feel free to wander around,” June said. “Do you ride at all?”
I nodded. “A little bit." I'd had to learn to ride, just basic stuff, for a role I'd had, but I didn't want to explain that to June.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” June asked, watching me sip my tea on the front porch.
I nodded. Nice wasn’t even the word for it. The whole thing - the bed and breakfast, the house next door, the log barn for the horses that looked simultaneously new and rustic-and all of it surrounded by the meadows and rolling hills covered in sagebrush and aspen trees. It was all like something out of a book.
Growing up, we lived in the country, but not this kind of county, the kind where the landscape spread out in rolling hills, mesas, and mountain peaks in the distance. Our kind of country involved trailers and broken down pickups clustered together, kids running naked in the front yard and old men leering at you while you walked by as they sat outside drinking from bottles wrapped in brown paper bags.
It was about as far away from this kind of country as you could get.
This kind of country I just wanted to breathe in.
Out here, surrounded by this, I couldn’t help but feel calm. Peaceful.
“Being out here in the country grows on you,” June said. “Especially when you’ve got stuff you’re running from.”
I looked at her, but she just blinked innocently, and took another sip from her coffee cup.
I changed the subject. "How long have you lived here?" I asked.
"Oh, I grew up here," she said. "Moved away when I was seventeen, but couldn't quite ever shake this place. Came back here after I left the Navy. There are just some places that stick with you, you know? Places that have a way of embedding themselves deep in your soul."