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I’d never felt like that before. Maybe it was because I’d moved around so much growing up. I’d also spent my early adult years raising Ashley when my peers were partying. Then I’d spent my mid-twenties being a single mom when most of my peer group was getting engaged and married.
Whatever the reason, I always felt like an outsider looking in. But not here. Not in Firefly. Everyone was so welcoming, and I felt like I was part of a group of friends. I was like Carrie. Or, let’s be real, I was probably Charlotte.
We all got right down to it, each grabbing a pitchfork and bailing. Despite Nadia’s many complaints, she worked as hard, or harder, than any of us. And I did notice that she put on the gas whenever Harlan would come by to supervise. I wondered what the story was there. The other thing I noticed was that in the fifteen minutes we’d been bailing, Cheyenne had checked her phone at least a dozen times.
“Is everything okay?” I asked when she pulled the device out of her pocket for the thirteenth time.
I’d only known Cheyenne for a few weeks, but I felt a special connection with her. I’d thought at first that it was because she was the little sister of the man I was crushing on, but then I realized it was because she reminded me of Ashley. Not so much in personality, Ashley was more like Nadia in that respect, but in general demeanor. It hadn’t surprised me that the two of them had hit it off at Luna’s party.
Cheyenne bit the inside of her cheek. “I texted Cash last night and I still haven’t heard back from him.”
Nadia stabbed her pitchfork into the hay, so the handle was sticking straight up and wiped her forehead. “Okay, I have to know, what is the deal with you two?”
Reagan, Isabella, and I all turned our heads toward Cheyenne.
Cheyenne looked at all four of us and shrugged. “I don’t know. I wish I did. I feel like it’s a two steps forward ten steps back situation.”
“I blame Billy.” Nadia looked over at Reagan accusatorily.
“I’ve done my best to distract him.” She wiggled her ring finger. “If a wedding doesn’t do the trick, I don’t know what will.”
“Have you told him how you feel?” I asked.
“Yes. I mean, I’ve dropped a lot of hints.”
“She has,” Reagan agreed.
“Well, maybe you need to drop something more than hints. Like your pants.” Nadia suggested. “Maybe mooning him will jumpstart things.”
We all chuckled when Cheyenne blurted out, “I think I’m the oldest virgin alive.”
Everyone stared at her, I couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not.
“A few months ago, that would not have been the case.” Isabella lifted her water bottle to her mouth and squeezed its sides.
“Really?” Cheyenne questioned. “You?”
“Yep. Jimmy was my first, and I hope, my last.”
“Does Cash know that you’re a virgin?” Nadia questioned.
I wondered the same thing but hadn’t voiced my concern that maybe he was nervous about being her first. Some guys liked the thought of that, but other guys felt a lot of pressure about it.
“I mean…I’ve dropped hints about it…”
“Hints? What is your deal with hints? Hints are useless when it comes to men.” Nadia interrupted. “You have to hit them over the head with the facts. Unless you’ve said to him ‘Cash, I’m a virgin and I’d like you to help me change that status’ believe me he doesn’t know.”
“That’s true.” Isabella nodded.
“Is that what you told Jimmy?” Cheyenne asked.
“Basically.”
“See!” Nadia pointed at Isabella. “And it worked!”
“It did.” Isabella confirmed. “It worked really well.”
“Gross.” Cheyenne’s face scrunched up. “That’s my brother.”
