Free Home to Whiskey Creek by Brenda Novak

embracing the silence, wishing her return to Whiskey Creek could’ve gone smoothly and wondering what she should do now.
    “I sure hope he can catch the man who did this to you,” Gran said as she returned.
    “So do I.” Adelaide twisted around to smile up at her, but the prospect of a police capture scared her more than anything—because she knew where it would lead if Kevin, Tom, Derek or Stephen decided to point a finger in her direction.

6
    B axter stood at Noah’s door, looking at him with that odd sort of expression Noah had noticed before, the one that made him so uncomfortable. He wanted to say something about it—had wanted to address the issue for some time because whatever was going on seemed to be getting worse instead of better. But he didn’t know how to broach such a taboo subject without busting up a friendship that had lasted almost since birth. What could he say: “ Dude, sometimes you look at me like you’re dying to get in my pants”?
    If Baxter wasn’t gay, Noah knew how much that would offend him. He’d be offended if a buddy accused him of sexual interest. That kind of talk was out of bounds between two guys. But Baxter’s look... It was so damn hungry.
    “Why are you staring at me like that?” he snapped.
    Baxter seemed taken aback. “Like what?”
    Shit. Maybe he’d imagined it. That was another thing Noah hated—how he’d begun to second-guess his best friend’s thoughts and reactions. It seemed as if he was always reading more into what Baxter said and did. Suspicion affected people that way; it messed with their minds. “Forget it.”
    Baxter seemed more than willing to let the subject go. “Do you know it’s almost noon?”
    With a yawn, he scratched his head. “Haven’t looked at a clock. Just rolled out of bed.”
    “So Amy opened the shop for you?”
    “She was supposed to. She’s there now, isn’t she?” For a moment, he was afraid that his employee hadn’t shown up.
    “She’s there. But...I thought she had school.”
    When Baxter’s gaze once again strayed to Noah’s bare chest, Noah grabbed the football jersey he’d left on the couch sometime in the past few days and put it on. It wasn’t as if he’d answered the door nude. He’d donned a pair of basketball shorts, but his state of undress seemed to be a distraction, which added to the creeping sensation that all was not as he’d believed with the kid who’d grown up next door. “She graduated in June, remember?”
    “I forgot. Does that mean you’re off today?”
    “No, but this time of year weekday mornings can be slow. There’s no rush. I’ll walk over in a bit, spell her for lunch.”
    “I can spell her if you’re sick.”
    “I’m not sick. Just tired.” He yawned again. “I got in late.”
    Baxter glanced beyond him, into his small bungalow. “Do you have company?”
    “You mean a woman? No.”
    “Then where were you last night? I came by a couple of times.”
    Noah ignored the apparent subtext of that sentence—the possessive “where were you?”— because he wasn’t even sure it existed. “Believe it or not, I was rescuing someone.”
    “You always wanted to be a superhero,” Baxter joked.
    “Now I just need the cape.” Relaxing slightly, Noah held the door. What was wrong with him? This was Bax! They’d been on lots of double dates together. Noah knew for a fact that Baxter had slept with a number of women—at least when they were younger.
    His friend grinned as he came in. “Who’d you rescue this time? Yet another chick from the confinement of her clothes?”
    See? When Baxter said stuff like that, as if he was just another one of the guys, Noah wondered if he was simply being conceited or...or paranoid to think Baxter was attracted to him.
    But there was always that indefinable something, like the feeling that had triggered his desire to pull on a shirt.
    Whatever was going on was so damn contradictory and confusing....
    “Is that the kind of rescue mission