Knox (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (49 page)

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Rosemary was industriously wiping her face clean. “And what else are we going to do for two hours? I’m not going to go home to wash the dishes that’s for sure.” And she sat back and placed her stockinged feet on the counter top.
 

“Good point,” Willow said and began to wipe the heavy makeup off. She gingerly peeled her false eyelashes off and placed them in their plastic container. “Do you ever get tired of this?”

“Of the show, or performing?” Rosemary asked. She had picked up a magazine and was leafing through it.
 

“Both I guess,” Willow said watching her sister in the mirror.
 

Rosemary shook her head, “I get sick of the show sometimes. But show biz? Never! I want to go all the way to Hollywood. What about you?”

Willow smiled. One half of her lips still had red lipstick on, and the other was now clean. It was a strange effect. “Nope, I love this place. I just don’t know if I want to still be squeezed into a corset, and pretending to be Big Nose Kate, when I’m forty. You know what I mean?”

“Totally,” Rosemary said. “Maybe we could branch out a bit. Take a Shakespeare play and turn it into a Western or something? What? It could be fun!”
 

Willow laughed, “Oh sure. But which one to choose? Not A Midsummer Night’s Dream, that would be too weird. The Tempest? Twelfth Night?”

“Hell no! King Lear! But we have to speak in
old English accents
,” Rosemary laughed putting on a rather bad accent herself. “Do you think Aunt Vanessa would go for it?”

“No,” Willow said and shook her head. Her face was clean now and she reached up and undid the clips fastening her hair on top of her head. The strawberry blonde curls tumbled around her to below her shoulders.
 

“You are so pretty,” Rosemary said cocking her head on one side. “I hope that Tyler comes tonight so he can ask you out on a date.”
 

“Rose!” Willow protested, “He wants the Sawyer’s land too. He’s the enemy.”

“No he’s not,” Rosemary laughed. “He’s just a guy who wants to buy a farm. And he’s got the most perfect ass, ever! Did you see it, so perky in his jeans?” She growled making clawing motions with her hands. “Makes you just want to squeeze it!”

Willow threw her eyeliner at her. It bounced off Rosemary’s arm and she picked it up.
 

“You can’t say you didn’t notice how hot he is,” Rosemary said handing it back.
 

“I noticed, but we need the farm more than he does,” Willow said.
 

“Whatever,” Rosemary said and picked up her magazine again.
 

Willow sighed. She
had
noticed Tyler, but she wasn’t going to let that get in her way.
 

“So who was the guy I saw you talking to after the show?” she asked Rosemary.
 

“Oh him?”

“Yeah, so spill the beans,” Willow said.
 

“None to spill sister dear,” Rosemary said casually. “He saw the show and asked me out for coffee tomorrow. His name is Dave and he has the most intense greyish eyes, it’s weird but in a good way.”

“Good. So are you going?” Willow asked.
 

“Maybe,” Rosemary said. “I said I’d call him tomorrow.”

Seven p.m. rolled around and Willow and Rosemary were backstage again waiting to go on. The opening number was quite a complex musical number with a lot of dance moves and characters running on and off stage. Willow and Rosemary and the rest of the female cast, were dressed as prostitutes in corsets, pantaloons and petticoats with their hair in ribboned pigtails.
 

Willow’s cue came and she ran onto stage and stopped in the middle to deliver her line.
 

“Oh Uncle Alfie, please say it ain’t so,” she said and as she did her eyes alighted on someone in the audience. He had very fair hair and a goatee. Willow stood a moment longer than she was supposed to, feeling her heart jump in her chest.
Oh God he was here!
She ran off on the opposite side.

“Oh, he’s here,” she whispered to herself.

“What?” Randall asked. He was dressed as a lawman and sporting the most luxuriant, black moustache that he had waxed to up-turned perfection.
 

“Nothing, sorry I was talking to myself,” Willow said.
 

Randal patted her hand, “You need to get out in the fresh air more, dear.”

“Something like that,” Willow said.

And she was on again, this time running up steps on stage to a raised platform.
 

“Who will save us?” she crooned in her prostitute voice. There was a railing since this was supposed to be a balcony overlooking the street below. She waved out to the audience and smiled brightly, trying not to look at Tyler. But he drew her eye every time.
 

The song started. Rosemary and Joan, a large actress with jet black hair who always played the Madam, began to sing together. Their voices always worked so well with Rosemary taking the high notes, while Joan took the low ones. It was lovely.
 

Willow moved along the platform, her mind only half on her performance. Tyler was sitting with a whole big group of people. They were all together, passing a popcorn bucket and some other snacks along their row.
 

Suddenly, the spotlight was on her. Shit she had almost missed her cue. Willow began to sing her verse of the song. While she was busy, she climbed over the railing and grabbed onto the fireman’s pole in front of her. She had done this a million times. And each time she remembered that there was a little nail sticking out of the railing at just the wrong angle. Each time she did this she remembered to lift her petticoat.
 

This time, with her head full of Tyler, she totally forgot.
 

And as Willow slid down the pole for the end of her verse, she was accompanied by a horrible ripping sound. When she reached the bottom of the pole and stepped away from it to continue the dance routine with her partner, she realized that her petticoat had ripped all the way down the side and was lying on the floor in a heap.
 

Willow pulled her face in fake embarrassment, crossed her hands over her crotch in a coy gesture, and then carried on dancing in her white pantaloons. The audience went nuts and clapped like mad for her.
 

After that Willow relaxed and enjoyed the performance. Whenever she looked at Tyler, he was smiling. He seemed to be enjoying the show a lot. And as they took their final bow at the end, Tyler and his whole row stood up, clapping and cheering loudly.
 

Willow couldn’t help but beam.
 

When Willow came into the foyer, she was greeted by several friends she hadn’t even noticed in the audience. She was hugged and kissed on the cheeks, and congratulated on her performance. Of course the petticoat incident was a great hit. Although Willow loved the praise, and under normal circumstances would have wanted to speak to these people for longer, today she had one thing on her mind; finding Tyler.
 

He waited until she was finally alone.
 

“Quite the fan club,” he said smiling.
 

“Tyler, so you came,” Willow said unable to mask her joy.

He bowed. “Of course. I’d like you to meet my brother Jesse and his fine young lady, Jamie.” Willow shook the hand of a man who was exactly like Tyler, only missing the goatee. Jamie hugged her and congratulated her on her performance. Next came Kyle, who shook her hand. Then a couple, Wyatt and Jess who laughed, and smiled and shook her hand, and finally she was introduced to Ryan. He said that tonight was one of her better performances.
 

Willow was amazed at how all the men looked similar. They were all broad shouldered, with the same eyes. The eyes were the really weird bit, they looked golden. When she commented on this everyone just laughed.

“Well, Jesse here is my brother,” Tyler said, “And Wyatt there is my cousin. So we’re all kinda related.”
 

“It is a strong gene they say,” Jess told her with a rueful smile. “So have you been in the theatre long?”

Willow nodded. “Since I was nine.”

“You have a lovely voice,” Jamie said. She had her hand in Jesse’s and they seemed very much in love. For a moment Willow was almost jealous.
 

Willow led them all over to the bar in the corner of the foyer and poured them drinks. She’d cover the tab she said, but Tyler flatly refused, and handed the money over to Pete the barman. They stayed late, talking and laughing all together like a huge family. Willow looked around for Rosemary, feeling the lack of her sister quite acutely, but Rose wasn’t there. Well she was her own person, Willow conceded, and let it go.
 

The conversation turned to Tyler’s plans for the farm.
 

“I understand you’re also interested in the Sawyer farm?” Wyatt asked. He had dark brown hair with natural highlights. Willow guessed he worked outdoors a lot.
 

“Yeah we are. My Aunt Vanessa wants to expand this franchise. You know offer Old West cuisine and a themed hotel,” Willow said. “I know it sounds lame, but it’s her retirement fund. She can’t put on a corset and petticoat, and strut her stuff on stage for ever. Eventually you have to find some other means of income.”

“Well Tyler here wants to open up a camp for teens,” Ryan, a tall man with black hair, said.

“You know the kids from Sun Valley need it,” Tyler said.
 

“Would it only be for kids from Sun Valley?” Willow asked.
 

“Yeah, at first I think so,” Tyler said nodding. “We have a lot of trouble teens out that way, and this would be a place for us to try and help them.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” Willow said.
 

Despite herself she could see the old Sawyer place as a camp. With a bit of money invested and some honest hard work, it could be great. She chided herself. Tyler and his friends, no matter how wonderful, were the enemy. She and Aunt Vanessa wanted the land too. She couldn’t afford to go soft. Yet in the dim light of the foyer, with only his friends around, she found herself liking his idea, and genuinely hoping he got the farm. There was no denying that she was drawn to him. He seemed to be feeling something similar, because she kept catching him staring at her.
 

The conversation turned again from topic to topic, and eventually everyone decided to call it a night. Tyler was the last to say goodbye. He took her hands in his and held them for a while.
 

“This was really nice, talking to you,” he said.
 

Willow looked up into those impossible eyes and smiled, “I had fun.”
 

“Come for coffee with me,” Tyler said. “I’m sure we could find an all-night diner somewhere.”

Willow really wanted to, but her busy day was creeping up on her, and she really just wanted to sleep. So she shook her head.
 

“Tyler, I would love to, but I’m beat,” she said smiling sadly. “You have my number, call me tomorrow and we can meet up. If you’re free that is?”

He smiled then and kissed the backs of her hands. It was a strange gesture, familiar and yet not. Willow wasn’t sure what to do with it. So she smiled back and hugged him. That was a mistake. Getting so close to him sent shivers through her whole body. Being this close to him for any time was clearly going to impede her judgement, so Willow pulled out of the hug. Then as he got into his truck and drove off she stood waving, until he was out of sight.
 

It took a moment to lock up the theatre and walk down the path to the house she shared with Rosemary and Aunt Vanessa. It was a little cottage, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The kitchen light was still on when she made her way up the steps.
 

Aunt Vanessa was sitting at the table, a cup of chamomile in her hands. She said she needed it to get to sleep. She had her hair in curlers and her face looked oddly colorless without its usual layer of makeup.
 

“You had some adoring fans tonight,” she said as Willow came in.
 

“It was Tyler and his friends,” Willow said. “You know the guys who helped us today?”

“Oh right,” Aunt Vanessa said. She nodded and drained her mug. “Well I’m done and off to bed. You know where Rose is?”

Willow shook her head.

“Oh well, hopefully she took a key this time,” Aunt Vanessa said and stood up, put her cup in the sink and with her slippers making a hushing sound on the tiles, she shuffled off to bed.
 

Willow sat at the table. She had a lot going on in her mind, not least of which was an action replay of each look she had shared with Tyler. The hug featured hugely, and made her heart race each time she thought about it.

The kitchen door opened suddenly and Willow jumped in her seat.
 

“You’re edgy,” Rosemary said as she stepped into the kitchen. Willow looked up and realized that Rose was hand in hand with a man. He was tall and slim, but with muscle. That was obvious in the way he moved. His face was thin and he had a look about him. Oh, he was handsome with his firm jaw, slim nose and black hair. But one look was all it took for Willow to decide she didn’t like him.

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