Undeserving (Undeniable #5)(46)

"Mom." Preacher packed so much emotion into the lone word as he folded the woman into his arms. Debbie blinked, startled. This striking, bohemian woman was Preacher's mother? She didn't look like a mom, at least not any mom Debbie had ever known. Certainly not her own.

Debbie watched them embrace-a hug that seemed never-ending-and it caused swirls of envy to stir beneath her skin. The tiny twisters roused a maelstrom of emotions that swept through her like an unforgiving wind and sent her staggering back a step.

Her mother had never greeted her like that, never looked at her like Preacher's mother was looking at him-with her hands on his cheeks, looking up at her son with such adoration, as if the sun rose and set in his eyes.

Hands clenched into fists, Debbie took another step back and released a shaky breath. It wasn't that she was unused to seeing families. She saw them often quite often in passing and paid them the same amount of attention they paid her-next to none. Certainly not to the point where she'd allow herself to become overwhelmed with feelings.

Deep breath after deep breath, Debbie slowly but surely steeled her emotions, forcing them back down to the darkness where they couldn't hurt her.

"So, uh, are you and my brother, you know … "

Debbie's head swiveled to find Max beside her, grinning slyly. He might share his brother's good looks, but there was a world of difference between the two. Max's gaze was too bright and full of youthful mischief, whereas Preacher's was much darker, heavier, and filled with things Debbie recognized, things she'd glimpsed in her own reflection. 

"He's just giving me a ride," she mumbled, turning away. She searched out Preacher, finding him surrounded by nearly everyone in camp. Only one man remained by the picnic tables-older, of stocky build, he was heavily muscled with salt-and-pepper hair cut into a high-and-tight. Thick arms folded over his broad chest, he watched the happy reunion   through narrowed eyes.

He was Preacher's father, she decided. He had the same distinctive jawline, the same proud nose and broad shoulders as his son. As both his sons, she silently amended, glancing sideways at Max. The resemblance was uncanny, despite Preacher and Max's taller, leaner frames.

"And you are?" A touch to her arm startled Debbie. A spicy, sweet scent filled her nostrils.

Swallowing her surprise, she blinked up at Preacher's mother. "I, uh …  Debbie. My name is Debbie. But, um, Preacher calls me Wheels."

The woman's dark brows shot up, and Debbie was entranced by her eyes. Surrounded by fine lines, ringed in thick, dark lashes, they were a deep shade of gray reminiscent of the sky just before it rains.

"Wheels? Any particular reason he chose Wheels?"

Debbie lifted her shoulder. "He says it's short for Hell on Wheels."

Chuckling, the woman shook her head and placed a heavily bejewelled hand on her chest. Stacks of gold and silver rings encircled her fingers. "Oh my dear, on behalf of my son, I'm so sorry. Wheels …  good grief, these boys and their nicknames."

She continued on, still shaking her head. "I'm Evangeline. But you can call me Ginny-everyone else does. Or little Ginny, if you can believe that." She laughed loudly, and Debbie decided that even her laugh-a deep, throaty feminine rumble-was nearly as beautiful as the woman herself.

"Preacher met her on 89," Max interjected. "She's headed for the city and hitched a ride with him."

Ginny's eyes widened, brightening with curiosity. "You'll have to tell me more about yourself, Debbie. And you'll have to forgive me for not calling you Wheels." She winked at Max. "She's much too pretty for a name like Wheels, isn't she Maxwell?"

Grinning impishly, Max's eyes slanted in Debbie's direction. "Yeah, Ma. Way too pretty."

Five minutes in Max's presence and Debbie was already tired of him. She attempted a smile, managing only a slight baring of teeth-a reminder of just how rusty and untried she was when it came to interacting with other people.

But neither Max nor Ginny seemed to notice. Max continued to grin obnoxiously, leaving Debbie to wonder if it was the teenager's only expression.

"Come, Debbie darling," Ginny said, offering Debbie her arm. "And meet everyone."

• • •

The introductions felt endless, and Debbie's mind was soon spinning with names and faces. Aside from the three men she'd already met-Max, Tiny, and Doc-Ginny introduced her to Preacher's other brother, Joe, and his pregnant wife, Sylvia. Joe, who was shorter and stockier like his father, wore a black eyepatch over his left eye and had been aptly nicknamed One-Eyed Joe. Debbie had hardly had time to wonder how he'd lost his eye when she was turned around to meet the others.