Not a Chance (Sweet Nothings)

chapter EIGHT



Arden was still sore about the way he'd abused the noble name of Nick Wheeler. Travis couldn't blame her. He shouldn't have done it. But he hated the bastard. Until the snowstorm, he'd never given a second's thought to Nick's marrying Arden. He didn't know her. Didn't care. At most he figured they'd be perfect for each other. But now he knew better. She belonged with Travis.

She was laying on the mattress on her stomach reading her third romance novel. Travis glanced over the top edge of the novel he'd been pretending to read and watched her for a few moments. She kicked her feet up and down like a kid. The flannel pajamas swallowed her up and her hair was in tangles hanging down around her face. He smiled.

"You wanna play a game or something?" he asked.

"Nope," she said without looking at him.

"If I apologize for blaspheming your fiancé's great name, then will you play a game with me?"

"Not if you're going to be a smartass about it."

"I'm not, Arden," he said.

She turned, then, and raised her eyebrows at him.

"I can't apologize for not liking him. Especially when he has something I want so much. But I am sorry for talking bad about him to you. Can you forgive me?"

She blushed first and then slowly smiled. "Sure. I forgive you."

He grinned. "Then can we play a game?"

She sat up. "Okay. What do you want to play."

"Risk."

"No. F*cking. Way."

"Aw, come on."

"Listen," Arden said, "I'm not playing that game with you again. Ever. So pick something else."

"Spin the bottle?"

She cocked her head at him raised one eyebrow.

"Poker."

She sat up straight. "I've always wanted to learn."

"Alright. Poker it is. We'll play stud."

Arden closed her book and tossed it on the floor next to the mattress. Travis dug through the game box and pulled out a deck of cards.

"Now," Arden said, "Just to clarify. We're not playing strip poker. Right?"

He grinned at her but didn't answer. He went to the kitchen where he'd found a big bag of m&m's they'd found on the first day there. The only reason they hadn't eaten them already is that the bag was wide open and there were m&m's scattered on the pantry floor. The thought that little, dirty mice might have been digging around in there was enough to turn them off to the risk.

He went back to the living room and sat on the mattress opposite Arden. "We can use these as money. Ante's one m&m." He put a handful next to her and one next to him.

"I don't know what 'ante' means."

He explained and then told her the rules. They started playing and damned if Arden didn't have a good poker face.

"You could go pro with that stone cold expression," he said.

"I was thinking I need some of those sunglasses where you can't see the person's eyes."

"And a ball cap turned backwards. God would that be cute."

She glanced up at him and then rearranged her cards.

"You know, I think you'd make a pretty good redneck," Travis said.

She scoffed. "I am a redneck."

"Are not. You're too refined to be a redneck," he said in a mocking tone.

"Okay. I'm the richest, most refined redneck in redneck city. Put me in New York or Los Angeles...I'm still a redneck."

Travis had never thought about it like that. "I guess in New York, you and I would be equals in terms of stature."

She arched a brow. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Snob."

She laughed, a sparkly, cheerful sound.

"Why did you become a teacher?" he asked.

They laid their cards down and Travis won the hand. "Well, I had to do something. I like little kids. And I had a teacher who inspired me, once. So that's just what I went with. Besides, you don't see too many kids graduate and come back to teach here. It's really hard, actually, to get teachers to come here."

"So how did this one teacher inspire you?" Travis asked as he dealt the next hand.

"It was Mrs. Cheswick. She's old, so maybe you had her."

Travis made a dagger to his heart gesture.

"This may come as a shock to you," she said, looking at her cards and putting two face down on the mattress, "but I was a bit spoiled growing up."

Travis snorted.

"And most of my teachers spoiled me, too. My parents were very involved and everyone just sort of tiptoed around me all the time. But Mrs. Cheswick didn't. She didn't pad my grades. She didn't care about my cheering schedule or my parents' money. I thought she was this terrible teacher. One day I just got fed up with it and I waited until after class and asked her how come she was so hard on me. She told me it was because I was a 'smart girl' and I should be challenging myself instead of coasting along on my parents' influence.

"I was mad at first. But after I thought about it, I realized she was right. I ought to do something of my own. I didn't have any idea at the time what I wanted to do. I knew I wanted to stay in Splitlog. So right then I just decided to work harder in school and earn the good grades I was getting. And it turned out, I really enjoyed it. I guess I decided to become a teacher so maybe I can do the same thing for some other kid that she did for me."

Travis had been watching her and smiling gently. When she finished talking she looked at him and lifted her chin. "Do you think it's silly?"

"Not at all. I was thinking how much better I would have done in school if my teachers looked like you."

Arden scoffed and took the cards from him. She dealt. "You would have done worse. I actually did some student-teaching for junior high and quickly gave up on that idea. It was six weeks and almost every male student's grades dropped during that time."

He laughed. "You're probably right. Now that I think of it, I had that problem in junior high. Ms. Tandy. Did you know her?"

"Yeah," Arden said. "I had her too."

"Well I had her her very first year teaching. We all thought she was such hot stuff. I never got worse grades in my life. I just couldn't pay attention. Some of the other guys dealt with it in other ways, acting up in class, drawing mean pictures...stuff like that. I just stared at her and learned absolutely nothing. She got so discouraged that year. I remember passing by her class after school was out one day. Probably heading to detention or something. She was sitting at her desk crying."

"What did you do?" Arden was listening intently, now, her cards hanging from her fingers.

"I went in and talked to her," Travis said. "I asked her what was wrong and she said how she thought she must be a terrible teacher. She had her grade book open and mine was among a whole long list of F's. I remember I said to her, 'Ms. Tandy, I'm real sorry about my bad grades. But you're so pretty to look at I just can't pay attention.'"

Arden smiled and put her hands on her heart, all girly like.

"Yeah, I don't know whether it helped, but she smiled up at me. And the next day she started cracking down. She got really tough and I think most of the guys quit looking at her as a hottie and started listening better. But she always had a special smile for me."

"That is so cute, Travis," Arden said.

He grinned. "Yeah. Well. Ever since then, I've always wanted to marry a school teacher." He stared into her warm brown eyes and watched them grow cold again, and distant.

"Layla Montrose is single," she said. She tossed an m&m on the mattress. "Ante up."

Travis chuckled and followed suit. "I think I've acquired a taste for blondes," he said.

She glared up at him, but her cheeks were pink again. Poor princess could control everything else about her body, but not that darned heart-rate. He thanked God for that. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep him encouraged.

"Ms. Tandy still teaches, you know," she said, trying to change the course of the conversation.

"Yeah? Is she married?"

Arden glanced up at him. "Would it matter to you?"

"Of course. I've got standards."

"You've never been with a married woman?"

Travis wished she hadn't asked that. "I have. But it was back before I found religion. Now I'm on the straight-and-narrow."

"That so? I'm engaged and you keep hitting on me."

"I tone it down. If you were absolutely single, we'd have already had sex at least a dozen times."

Arden laughed. "You are so full of yourself."

Travis shrugged. "I'm telling you, women can't resist my charms. Not even you. Sure, you're stronger than what I'm usually up against, but you'll cave eventually. It's inevitable."

She shook her head. "You underestimate my moral fortitude. I'll never cheat on my fiancé."

"Even though you don't love him?"

She looked up at him, then, and glared. "I love Nick."

The sound of those words made him want to be sick. "It doesn't show."

"Do you want me to play poker with you?"

Travis pressed his lips together. Two hands later he said, "Just tell me this. If there was no Nick, would you be interested?"

"I'm not participating in that line of questioning."

"Okay, so if it wasn't me, but some other guy who maybe didn't have a lot of money in the bank, worked at a job where he had to get dirty, but was otherwise a pretty nice guy. Would you be interested?"

She sighed. "Probably not. I don't really like poor and dirty. I prefer well-employed and clean-cut. So I'd just find me another Nick."

It was his turn to glare. "I'm not poor and I do take a shower now and then."

"We weren't talking about you. We were talking about the hypothetical poor, dirty nice guy."

"Now you're just being difficult."

"Well, so are you. Can we stop, now?"

Travis exhaled loudly and focussed on playing. There was no way he could break through her defenses in just a couple of days. He would just do the best he could without getting his hopes up.