Oak, Sophie - Siren in Waiting [Texas Sirens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

Stop. You are not keeping this house. This house is your key to the future. You just sank everything you had into this house and ten thousand more.

And Bo won’t ever be more than a friend.

Mouse often thought her inner voice was far too practical. Her inner voice was always angelic. She wondered if she’d been born without the devil others seemed to have. A little devilish voice might be fun from time to time.

“What the hell are you planning on doing with all these rooms, Mouse?” Bo stood, scratching his head and looking up at the second story. “I heard there are five bedrooms in this place. You planning on getting a couple of cats or something?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. She wasn’t ready to become an old woman with too many cats. She was only twenty-five. And she had a million ideas on what to do with the rooms. “I’m just going to fix them up.”

Bo tried to open the screen door. The handle came off in his hands. “I don’t know about this. I think an apartment might have been a better idea. I heard the complex on Oak Street has a vacancy. I don’t know if I like the thought of you living here all by yourself.”

The building was called the Oak Street Manors. There was nothing manorial about the place. It was gray and boring. Every unit was just like the next. Mouse wanted something beautiful in her life. After two years of hospitals, she needed to build something lovely and amazing.

“Forget I said that.” He set the screen door handle aside. Bo stood, looking at her with his hands on his hips. “I can’t imagine you in one of those little things. You wouldn’t have any place to put your books. When am I supposed to move all those boxes, by the way? Please say Saturday. I played poker with Lucas last night, and he lost. I made him promise to help move you.”

Mouse smiled. She liked the idea of Lucas O’Malley helping her move. Oh sure, he was her part-time boss’s husband, but he looked awfully nice without his shirt on. Maybe there was a little devil in her, after all. “Saturday it is, then. I don’t have to be out of Dad’s place until next month.”

Her father’s place. She had lived there for almost twenty-six years. She had never known another home. All of her memories were wrapped up in that little two-bedroom house. She’d shared a room with her sister for years. She’d grown up in that house.

She’d watched both of her parents die in that house.

The small, ranch-style house on Pine Street held her whole childhood, but it was past time for Mouse Hobbes to become a woman.

“Did I ever thank you for helping me with the funeral?” It had only been a month since she’d buried her father. Tears pricked at her eyes. Her dad. She missed him with every fiber of her being. Her sister, Bonnie, had stood beside her, but Bonnie had a husband and all her friends. Bonnie was the golden girl. She’d left home as soon as she was able to. Mouse had stayed behind. Mouse had nursed her mother and then her father as cancer ravaged them both.

It hadn’t been Bonnie who sat with her in the funeral home making arrangements. It had been Bo O’Malley.

“You know I’d do just about anything to help you, girl.”

Anything but sleep with her. Oh, she had to put that out of her head. “I know. I just wanted to say thanks.”

“Well, you’re welcome. It’s the least I can do.” His cell phone rang. He looked down at the number, and a little smirk took over his face. Mouse knew that smile. She felt her whole soul sag. “Hey. I wasn’t sure you were going to call me, pretty thing.”

Bo winked at her and held out a hand that let her know he’d be back. He walked off, talking to some girl. He would have met her at a bar or a party. Places where Mouse never went.

He was never serious about those women, but one day Bo O’Malley was going to fall in love, and it wouldn’t be with her. He considered her a friend, a sister. They had an odd relationship, and there was no way it would last. When he found a serious girlfriend, Mouse would be out.

She looked up at the house she’d just bought. This house was her future. When she had enough money, maybe she would leave and find some new place.

Or maybe she would stay because she could change locations, but things would always be the same if Mouse herself never changed.

“Hey, I gotta go, Mouse. Clarissa is waiting for me,” Bo said, walking out to his truck. “You want me to take you back home?”

Clarissa Gates. Perfect hair, perfect nails. Daddy’s little princess. At twenty-seven, she had never had to leave her prom queen crown in the closet. Since Karen Wilcox had imploded a couple of years back, Clarissa had taken over as the town’s queen bee. And now she was after Bo, and Bo seemed perfectly happy to get caught.

She shook her head. She had some work to do. The boxes held the contents to make the master bedroom livable. She could spend the night here if she wanted. The bedroom and the master bath were the only parts of the house that weren’t falling apart. “No. I think I want to stay here for a while.”

Bo frowned. “Come on. Let me take you home.”

When he pushed her, she always caved. The impulse was right there. She wanted to get in the truck and let him take her home because he would worry. He would worry about her, but that wouldn’t stop him from chasing after Clarissa. Mouse was damn tired of being everyone’s friend. She thought about the plan she’d come up with the night before. Bo wouldn’t like it, but she wasn’t really Bo’s responsibility.

It was time to stand on her own. “No. This is home.”

“Fine. But I’ll pick you up for dinner. I’ll be back here at seven o’clock.” Bo shook his head as he walked away.

Mouse fit that key into the lock. It might fall down around her, but this was home for now.

* * * *

Trev stopped the truck in front of the big, rambling ranch house. It was no longer attached to a ranch. The land had been sold long ago, but the house still stood. There was still a tire swing hanging from the branches of the giant oak tree. How many times had he pushed his sister in that swing? Looking at it now, he could still her pigtails hanging down as she threw her body back. She had been the worst giggle bunny. She would laugh and laugh as he got that old tire to go higher. They would run and play until Momma finally called them in for dinner, her head shaking at how dirty they were.

How had he gotten so lost?

His hands shook just a little. Too much caffeine. He always had too damn much of something. He put the truck in park and slid out.

Who lived here now? Shelley had put the house up for sale after Momma had passed. His mother had died while he was in the hospital detoxing. He’d had to come to her funeral with a “handler.” Leo Meyer had been quiet, helpful, and unobtrusive, but the fact that Trev hadn’t been able to help his sister out had just about killed him.

What was he doing here? He’d been offered a job in Dallas, but the call of home had been too much. When his mentor had mentioned he could get Trev work on a ranch, he’d jumped at the chance. He’d only ever been good at two things in his life—football and handling cattle. He could never walk on the football field again. He knew that now. The pressure was too much. Fame had proven to be far too much for him to handle.

He was back. When he’d left this place, he’d been a hero. He’d been the first boy from Deer Run to get a full-ride scholarship to the University of Texas. After leading the Longhorns to a conference championship, they had given him a parade. No one had even talked to him at his mother’s funeral. After ten years away, he was back, and he was utterly unsure of his welcome.

The door to the house opened, and two women walked out. He thought about jumping back into his truck and riding away, but before he could manage to move, he recognized one of the women. Straight dark hair and a wide smile. She didn’t wear pigtails anymore, but damn, he loved his sister.

“I thought you might stop here.” His sister waved to her friend and started walking down the path toward him.

She’d lost weight. Mourning seemed to have aged her a bit, but he could see the little girl in her face when she smiled at him. She was a year younger and worlds smarter than he was. She had looked up to him once.

“Did you? I just wanted to see the old place.” He glanced up, but the woman who owned the house had gone back inside. “I needed to stand here for a minute. Please tell your friend I won’t ask to come inside or anything.”

She frowned. “She’s the head of the church social league. I’m afraid she considers you a bit of a sinner.”

A bit? Hell, he’d been the chief number one sinner for so long it was probably tattooed on his backside. It would take a long while to convince these people he wasn’t still going straight to hell in a designer handbasket. “Is she going to give you trouble?”

“No. This town knows sin and gossip, but they also know about family. It’s going to be all right, Trev. Just give it time.”

He had plenty of time. Days, hours, weeks, years. They stretched in front of him. A lifetime of penance for the man he was trying to become. “So how did you know I was coming in early?”

“I called your friend, Leo. He’s very polite, that one.” Shelley held her arms out for a hug.

Trev pulled his kid sister into his arms. It felt good to hold her. Tears misted his eyes. Damn, he’d missed her.

He didn’t mention that Leo was intensely attracted to her. There was no way he could miss the way Leo’s eyes lit up any time Trev mentioned Shelley. Trev had seen it even at his mother’s funeral. Leo would never admit it, but even in Trev’s shaken, detoxifying state, he’d seen the effect his sister had on his mentor. Leo had watched her the whole time. Now Trev understood why. He’d never really thought about it before, but his sister, for all her fire, was probably submissive. And he wasn’t going to think about that.

His sister was also married. Sure, Bryce Hughes was the biggest asshole in the county, but she’d married him and showed no signs of divorcing. Leo was shit out of luck.

“Leo prides himself on his manners,” Trev explained. He moved his hat back. The early fall heat was making a sweaty mess of his hair. The air conditioner was out on the old Ford. He would need a shower before he met with Bryce. “So he told you I left early?”

“Yep. He gave you up really fast, big brother. Now, can you explain why you’re not staying with me?” She pulled back and put her hands on her hips.

Leo hadn’t been happy about that, either. But there was no way Trev was going to upset his sister’s marriage. Bryce had been his biggest fan at one point in time, but he’d fled along with all the rest. He knew Shelley would fight for him, but in this case, he didn’t want her to.

“I have to be on my own at some point, Shell.” It scared the hell out of him. He’d spent the last two years of his life under careful scrutiny. He’d stayed on at The Club for a whole year after the initial period because he liked the routine. He hadn’t had a chance to fuck up. Now he was out on his own. The only thing that kept him from a bottle was his willpower. He wasn’t sure that was enough.

“It’s not that,” she said. “I just thought it would be nice to have you around.”

Yeah. Bryce had made it plain at the funeral that Trev wasn’t welcome. He’d called Trev a loser and an addict who’d failed everyone.

Trev knew his limits. He didn’t need to be around Bryce.

“So you’re going to live out on the O’Malley ranch? I’ve heard some crazy stuff goes on out there.”

Trev stared at his sister. He sincerely hoped she hadn’t given in to small-town small-mindedness. “Lexi O’Malley is a very nice lady.”

He’d met her a couple of times along with her husbands. He’d spent a bit of time with Lucas O’Malley. He knew Aidan in passing. He knew Aidan’s brother, Bo, better, but Aidan seemed all right. He was a good Dom. That meant something to Trev.

Sometimes being a good Dom was all he had.

Shelley shook her head. “I know she is. I like that girl. She’s the funniest thing to hit this town in forever, but you should know that not everyone accepts what goes on at that ranch. They tolerate her because everyone knows her stepdad can be one mean son of a bitch when he thinks his family is being mistreated. I don’t know if they’re going to be any nicer to you, brother.”