home.â
Hopefully.
Her heart kicked up a beat and her hands trembled.
At the prospect of finding Kenny Roy.
She certainly wasnât getting anxious because Tyler McCall was back in town.
Her gaze went to the rearview mirror and the headlights that sliced through the darkness and settled behind her.
Ellie glanced behind and a smile tugged at her lips. âSo whatâs the scoop on you and Mr. FB?â she asked as she settled back into her seat. âHow did you meet?â
âAnd here I thought the biggest gossips were over at the VFW Hall.â
Ellie shrugged. âSo I like to get the scoop.â
âAnd spread it around.â
âThat, too, but Iâm due. Iâve been the object of my fair share of gossip and now itâs my turn.â She glanced at Brandy. âTit for tat, you know.â
Boy, did she ever. Thatâs why she and Ellie had become friends as well as co-workers. While Ellie wasnât from Rebel, she hailed from a nearby small town and with her good looks and casual attitude when it came to men, sheâd learned early on what it was like to have folks talk about her. Yep, Ellie was a kindred soul. The only difference is Ellie had earned her reputation. She wore tank tops and short-shorts and flirted shamelessly.
Brandy, on the other hand, had always done just the opposite. Sheâd kept her ample curves covered up and played the good girl.
In public, a voice reminded her, stirring a wave of memories that sucked her under and reminded her that behind closed doors, she was every bit the bad girl the town painted her to be.
âSo?â Ellie nudged. âGive me the details.â
âTyler and I went to high school together.â Brandy tore her gaze from the pair of lights and focused on the blacktop in front of her.
âAnd?â
âAnd nothing.â She shrugged, ignoring the memories that pushed and pulled at her as she followed the road that led back to town. âWe went to school together. We graduated. I stayed here to bake and he left to ride bulls.â
âDid you actually date?â
âNo. We just fooled around.â
âI wouldnât mind fooling around with his buddy. Talk about a hottie.â
She slid a sideways glance at her assistant. âDonât you have a boyfriend?â She was reminding Ellie of Bart Wilburn, the hunky ranch hand whoâd been picking her up after work for the past few months.
âSure do.â
âAnd he doesnât mind if you see other people?â
âAs long as I donât get caught seeing other people. See, while we like each other, we donât like each other. I know it and he knows it, but instead of ending things, we stay together because itâs better than being alone. Meanwhile, weâre both still looking for something better. At the same time, we donât want to make the other look bad so we keep it discreet.â
âThatâs the most dysfunctional thing Iâve ever heard.â
âSo sayeth the woman whoâs married to her oven. Then again, if I had a hunky FB like the one back there, I might be able to work out my frustrations and keep my focus on work, too. Speaking of which, Iâve noticed that youâre a little tense. I think itâs a good thing this guy is back in town.â
âIâm not hooking up with Tyler McCall right now.â
âWhy not? Thatâs what heâs for, right? At least take one night off and do the deed. You never know when heâll be back. You know what they sayâuse it or lose it.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â Brandy crossed over the railroad tracks on the outskirts of town and glanced back at her mirror. As expected, the headlights slowed at the small dirt road just on the other side of the tracks. The shiny black truck swung a right and disappeared through the thick trees that shrouded the entrance to Rebelâs one and only trailer park and Brandy