by Tessa Teevan
When Dad called earlier, I was ready to hang up on him. We hadn’t spoken all summer, and to be honest, I wasn’t about to cancel my plans with Cheyenne just because he finally decided he wanted to play the father-figure role. Wyatt insisted though, so when Dad decided to share the good news that he’d gotten married, it was too late to hang up. He informed me that he was in town and wanted me to meet my new ‘stepmother,’ as he called her, but I wasn’t interested. It wasn’t until he threatened to tell Wyatt that I was done on the farm and going back to Alpharetta that I finally relented. So I told Cheyenne something had come up, got dressed in the only suit I brought to Shiloh Grove, and followed the directions to the swanky country club where Dad made reservations.
And now I wish I hadn’t. Cheyenne’s eyes widen in horror and a gasp escapes her lips before she starts to back away from me. I take a step towards her, but she shakes her head. I can see tears forming in her eyes as she looks me up and down. I can only imagine what she’s thinking, seeing me dressed up like this, with my hair perfectly styled the way Dad likes it. I have no idea what all her mom’s told her about my dad. All I know is that I haven’t exactly been truthful about him or where I come from.
I’m frozen in my spot, unable to tear my eyes away from hers. Mine are pleading with her, begging her to let me explain, but it’s no use. She rushes past me, mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom. I’m about to go after her when her mom grabs ahold of my arm.
“You must be Sawyer,” she croons, and as much as I want to brush her off, I don’t want to be rude in front of my father.
Swallowing hard, I tear my eyes away from where Cheyenne just ran off to and glance down at her. “Yes, ma’am. Nice to meet you,” I tell her. “Was that… Was that your daughter?”
She waves her hand, shaking her head. “Yeah, that’s Cheyenne. Don’t mind her. She’s a little overdramatic at times.”
My blood boils, and I don’t know how she can stand there when her daughter just ran off visibly upset. I remember all the things Cheyenne’s told me about her, and while she’s never sounded like the world’s best mom, I didn’t expect to witness firsthand how little she truly cares.
“I’ll go see if she’s okay while you two get drinks if you want,” I say, starting to turn, but her mom cuts me off.
“She’ll be fine, Sawyer. Let’s sit and you can tell me all about Auburn. I hear it’s a beautiful campus.” She motions for us to sit down, and we do, Dad pulling out her seat.
She starts chattering on about Auburn, but I’m too busy staring at the door, waiting for Cheyenne to come back. It feels like an eternity before she reenters the dining room. I can’t keep my eyes off of her, and even though I can see the red rims around her eyes from crying, she looks absolutely beautiful.
Standing up, I pull out the chair next to me so she can sit. She gives me a small smile, and my heart soars, hopeful that the initial shock has worn off and everything between us is okay. I know I have some explaining to do, and suddenly I wish I’d just been honest about everything from the beginning. I take my seat again, but not before I miss the exasperated look Cheyenne’s mother gives her.
Underneath the table, I find her hands in her lap. I go to grab one, and she lets me hold hers for a moment before she pulls away. My hand feels empty without hers, and I try to grab it again to reassure her, but she brings it to the table where she clutches her water glass. She won’t look at me, even though I’m staring at her as if by sheer force I can will her to do what I want. I’m sure I look like an idiot to anyone watching, but right now, I don’t care.
The sound of Dad’s throat clearing is what finally tears my attention away from her. He and Sylvia, as Cheyenne’s mom introduced herself, are smiling at each other and then at us. Cheyenne’s looking down at her plate, and I brace myself for whatever they’re about to say.
“Kids, you both know this, but we’d like to formally announce our marriage. When I met Sylvia earlier this summer, I knew she was special. As I got to know her, I fell in love quickly and couldn’t spend another day without her as my wife. I know it probably sounds crazy. We’re both happy to combine our families to become one big happy one.”
Cheyenne’s head snaps up. “You’re right. It sounds crazy, because it is crazy. You can’t fall in love in one summer and suddenly know you want to spend the rest of your life with that person. That’s insane,” she says. I can’t help the sharp intake of breath at her words. Is that really what she thinks? Or is she just talking in anger?
“Cheyenne! That is enough. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but we’re married now, and that’s final. Now you have a father and a new brother.”
I watch as her eyes flash with anger. “He will never be my father,” she seethes through clenched teeth. Then she turns and gestures to me. Tears fill her eyes as they soften, and suddenly, I’m terrified that all of this is going to be too overwhelming for her. “And he will never be my brother.”
Sylvia gasps before leaning across the table, but Cheyenne doesn’t take her eyes off me. I can feel her hand on my thigh, and I feel relief at her touch. Placing my hand over hers, I squeeze reassuringly.
“Please don’t be insulting. You don’t even know Sawyer. He could be the nicest boy, and here you are, being rude. I didn’t raise you to be this way.”
I lose her gaze when she turns towards Sylvia. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mother. I do know Sawyer. I’ve spent every single day of this summer with him while you left me here alone.” I watch as Sylvia’s face pales and she shakes her head.
“Oh, no. Tell me you’re not serious,” she says, causing my dad to furrow his eyebrows.
“What the hell am I missing?”
Sylvia looks at Cheyenne and me and then at my dad. “Thomas, it appears that our children have been spending this summer sleeping together, and my daughter has the foolish notion in her head that they’re in love. Well, you two, it’s a good thing you’re going to college on opposite sides of the country. You can stop this now. We have the Callahan reputation to uphold.”
Dad looks like he’s still trying to process what’s going on. “You two know each other? How?”
Cheyenne’s once again looking at her plate, so I step up. “We met at Wyatt’s at the beginning of the summer, and like Cheyenne said, we’ve spent every day together.” I pause as I bring our clasped hands up on the table. “I do love her. In fact, I wasn’t going to bring this up in front of everyone, but what the hell? Dad, I know it’s too late for this semester, but I want to transfer to Berkeley.”
Cheyenne gasps, and I know I should’ve discussed this with her before bringing it up. I hear Sylvia’s “Oh, good Lord,” and I brace myself for my dad’s answer.
“Sawyer, Auburn is a family legacy. You’ve spent two years there already, and you’re lucky enough that I was able to get you on academic probation instead of kicked out of the school. There is no way in hell I’m paying for you to go to Berkeley, only for you to fail out. You haven’t proven to me that you can handle responsibility. I’ll be damned if I’m going to send you across the country just to follow after some girl.”
A stifled feeling takes hold. I have to loosen my tie so I can breathe more easily. Narrowing my eyes, I lock gazes with my dad. “I wasn’t asking. I’ve grown up and learned a lot about responsibility this summer. If I have to go to Berkeley without your blessing, I’ll find my own way. But regardless of what you say, I’m doing it and you can’t stop me.”
I can hear Cheyenne suck in a deep breath, but I’m locked in a stare down with Dad and don’t dare look away. He runs his hands through his hair, sighing deeply. “Sawyer, if you leave Auburn, you will be effectively cut off. Not only from my will, but your mother’s estate as well.”
His words wash over me, and I slump back in my chair. That was my trump card. I’ve had access to the account since I turned eighteen, but only because Dad gave me permission. I don’t have full control over it until I turn twenty-five, and he can re
voke my access any time he wants until then.
“Do you see what you’re doing, Cheyenne? He has his future mapped out for him. He’s going to school so that he can one day take Thomas’s place as CEO at Callahan Enterprises. Are you really going to let him throw his future away just because of a silly summer romance that won’t last until Christmas? Not to mention the scandal it could cause the Callahans. You know how those society types are. They love gossip, and once they hear that big-shot Sawyer Callahan’s been sleeping with his sister, he’ll be shunned,” Sylvia hisses dramatically before looking around to ensure that no one hears her.
I roll my eyes, finding her argument ridiculous. No one in their right mind would care that we were together, even if our parents are married. Sylvia’s clearly living in the wrong decade. Before I can say anything, Cheyenne lets go of my hand, scoots back from the table, and stands up quickly. Without looking at me, she simply nods at her mother.
“You’re right. What kind of girl would I be if I let Sawyer give up on his dreams to be stuck with a piece of trash like me? I’m sorry for ruining dinner,” she chokes out before hurrying out the door.
“Do you see what I mean, Sawyer? All the theatrics. Trust me, she’s a sweet girl, but you’re better off. You’ll find a worthy woman back at Auburn,” Sylvia says, patting my hand.
I snatch my hand away and shake my head at her. “You have no idea what type of girl your daughter is, and from what I can tell, it’s fortunate that you were such an absent mother.” Sylvia gasps, but I don’t care.
“Sawyer, that is enough. I won’t sit here and listen to you speak to my new wife this way.”
Throwing my napkin on the table, I stand up, not wanting to spend another second in their presence. “And I won’t sit here and listen to her speak to my girlfriend like she’s somehow beneath me. Congratulations on your new marriage. I sincerely hope you’re very happy together. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find Cheyenne.”
As I walk away I can hear Sylvia making a fuss over my departure. I don’t turn around, knowing I won’t be able to stomach seeing Dad comfort her. When I get to the parking lot. Cheyenne’s gone, and I can only be thankful that she didn’t get a big head start on me. Getting into the truck, I race back to Shiloh Grove, hoping I’m not too late to salvage this night or this summer. My heart aches at the thought, unable to get the hurt look in Cheyenne’s eyes out of my mind. I step on the gas, desperate to erase the pain that I know I inadvertently caused.
I DON’T EVEN BOTHER going by Cheyenne’s house. I know where she would’ve gone after everything went down. At least, I hope that’s where she went. She knows I’d find her at the lake, so if she’s not there, then that probably means she’s trying to avoid me. Relief floods my heart when I see her car parked near the dock.
Shutting off the engine, I jump out of the truck. Taking off my suit jacket and tie, I roll my sleeves up as I walk towards the lake. The sun has set, and the moonlight is faint. I have to strain my eyes before they adjust to the darkness. I walk toward the dock and see her sitting on the edge, her legs up to her chin with her arms wrapped around them. She doesn’t look up at me when I approach her, but I watch as she wipes her eyes.
Sitting down next to her, I pull her into my arms. She stiffens but doesn’t move away from me. “Hey, pretty girl, don’t cry,” I whisper, brushing her hair out of her face. She turns her face into my chest, and I can feel her shaking silently. Instead of whispering a bunch of platitudes, I let her cry as I rub her back, encouraging her to let it all out.
“Why does she hate me so much, Sawyer? I don’t understand. What did I do to her to make her think so little of me?” she cries into my shirt. I wish I had an answer for her, but I have no excuse for the disdain her mother seemed to show her. “She’s probably right, you know. You don’t need some small-town hick latching on to you. You have a huge future ahead of you, while the only reason I got into Berkeley was because of a scholarship and my dead dad. I have too much baggage for you.”
Gripping her arms, I push her away from my chest. “Look at me, Cheyenne.” Her eyes lift up, and I can see them shimmering in the moonlight. I hate that she’s crying, that I played a part in it by not being completely forthcoming with who I am. “If anyone isn’t worthy here, it’s me. I don’t deserve you, and maybe it’s selfish of me, but I don’t care. I want to be with you no matter what anyone else thinks. And I meant what I said. I want to move to Berkeley. I know it’s only been a couple of months. I love you, Cheyenne, and without you in Georgia, there’s nothing to keep me here.”
“I love you, too. But what about your dad? Your future career? Your trust fund? I can’t let you leave all of that behind, Sawyer. I’m okay if we have to do this long distance if it means not uprooting your entire life just for me. I can’t let you do that.”
I stand up, pulling her with me. Pressing a kiss against her lips, I shut her up. “I don’t want to lose you, pretty girl. I’m not letting anyone stand in our way.”
She starts to protest, but then she stops herself. Grabbing my hand, she drags me towards the boathouse, throwing the door open and pulling me back towards the bedroom with a desperation I’ve never seen before.
Dropping my hand, she stands in front of the bed. She slowly slides her dress up over her head, throwing it to the side before she removes her bra, leaving her standing there in nothing but a matching yellow thong. Holding her hand out, she draws me in when I take it. I stand still as she unbuttons first my shirt and then my pants. I quickly shed my clothing and climb on top of her when she lies back on the bed.
“I don’t want to think about any of it anymore. Not for tonight. Make me forget, Sawyer. At least for a little while,” she breathes, grabbing me and positioning me so that I’m lined up with her. Her hands reach around and grab my ass. She lifts up just as she pulls me into her, and I fill her fully, barely registering the fact that I didn’t put a condom on.
Looking down at her, I see a sadness in her eyes, and it’s unnerving. She’s biting her lip, her eyes searching mine. When she sees me watching her, a smile spreads over her face. She sits up and motions for me to flip over, wanting me on my back. We don’t break contact, and she’s straddling me, ready to ride me. As she leans down, her soft breasts brush against my chest as she begins to move up and down on me.
“No matter what happens, I love you, Sawyer. I always will.”
I close my eyes, and her words play over and over in my mind. There’s a sense of finality to them, and I can’t help the feeling of foreboding that washes over me. We still have a week together, but something tells me that, after this night, nothing for us will ever be the same.
IT’S STILL DARK WHEN I wake up. Sawyer’s arm is wrapped around my waist, and for a split second, I relish in his warmth. Last night’s events come flooding back in. I remember the look of disdain and pity my mother gave me when Sawyer said he loved me. She almost looked like she felt sorry for me, the poor little naïve girl who actually thought the rich city boy would love her forever. Her words continue to play over and over in my mind, and the more I hear them, the more true they sound. I can’t continue to think about this while I’m in bed with him. I have to get out of here, to go somewhere where I can think straight without his hot, naked body lying next to me. I try to slip out of the bed, but his hand comes up to grab me, pulling me back down on the bed so I’m flat on my back.
“Where you goin’, pretty girl?” he asks sleepily, his hand running up and down my stomach.
“It’s late, Sawyer, and even though she doesn’t deserve it, I should probably go see if my mom’s at home. Maybe in some messed-up sort of way she actually cares that I ran out upset and haven’t been home.” It’s a lame excuse. We both know she doesn’t give a shit, but he doesn’t protest. Instead, he leans down and presses a kiss on my lips. I get up out of bed, and he sits up.
“I’m heading back to the farm. Work’s startin’ in less than thirty minutes. See you tonight?” he asks, and I hav
e to bite my lip not to cry. The truth is that I have no idea what’s going to happen after I go home.
I nod, and Sawyer must sense my hesitation because he grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug.
“I love you, pretty girl. You know that, right?”
“I know,” I tell him, somehow forcing myself to sound teasing. “I love you, too, city boy.”
With that, he plants a kiss on my nose and then slaps me on the ass. “You bet your ass you do. Don’t ever forget it.”
With a forced laugh, I wave goodbye and head out into the moonlight.
AS I PULL INTO the driveway, I’m instantly confused. Her Mercedes is sitting there, but right next to it is Daddy’s truck. Or well, what used to be his truck. It looks like it has a brand-new body, complete with a new bright candy-apple-red paint job. Hopping out of the car, I run my hands along the exterior and peer inside. Instead of the worn seats with torn upholstery, the sight of fresh leather seats greets me.
I hear the screen door slam and turn towards the house, forgetting the truck for now. My mom is standing there, her arms folded over her chest.
“It is almost five in the morning. Where in the hell have you been, Cheyenne?” she asks, her eyes narrowing as she takes in my appearance. “Good Lord, were you with him again? Even after everything?”
Without answering, I push past her and enter the house, stopping in my tracks when I see Thomas sitting at the table with boxes packed around him. “What’s going on?” I ask. He looks tired, and I wonder if this is her doing.
She comes in behind me. “We’ve sold the house, Cheyenne, and after your little temper tantrum, we thought we’d be nice and go ahead and box everything up for you. You’ll find that most of your bedroom is packed and already loaded into the truck so you can leave in the morning.”