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LEXIE PULLED INTO THE parking lot and stared at the brick wall as though it might offer a clue to her irrational behavior.
“Lexie Swinton, what on earth were you thinking?” She yanked the rear view mirror around to study her reflection. The image looking back at her didn’t respond. She raked her fingers through her hair, grabbed her purse, and headed for the studio. Half an hour on the treadmill wouldn’t undo what she’d done, but it would give her time to reflect... time to consider a future that suddenly looked uncertain.
The roar of an airplane engine cut through the fog of anger that had clouded her judgment. She turned to watch the floatplane pull away from the dock, making its way cautiously toward less congested water where it would take off. There was something about the constant movement in the harbour that calmed her; water taxis bustling to their pick-up points, whale-watching boats, commercial fishing boats, and her personal favourite, the small local airlines that flew between Victoria and Vancouver, as well as up-island. To Lexie, the constant movement resembled a well-choreographed ballet, and was the reason she’d started coming to New Beginnings, the fitness studio overlooking the harbour.
She entered the lower level of the building and punched the elevator button. Not for the first time she was thankful for the retro-fitting of the historic building. Built in the 1850s, the old building had been a warehouse... a storehouse of supplies for the thousands of miners who flooded the area to stock up before their final push to the Klondike Gold Fields. Most days she paused to reflect on Victoria’s colourful history, but today was different. Today she was merely thankful for the modern elevator that deposited her in the lobby.
New Beginnings. She’d been coming to this fitness studio for several years, and rarely took note of the sign, but today the words spelled out in pink neon mocked her. New beginnings indeed!
“Hi, Jodi.” She summoned her most cheerful voice to greet the studio owner.
Jodi looked up from her position behind the desk, and a frown creased her brow. “I’ll get back to you,” she said into the phone, then closed it briskly.
“What are you doing here?” She made a show of looking at her watch.
“I quit.”
“You what?”
“I quit. I quit my job.”
“Come on, Lex. Be serious. What are you really doing here?”
Lexie studied the woman who had become her friend over the years. During that time, she’d watched Jodi build her business. She had more energy than ten normal people, and it showed in the indefatigable way she drove her personal clients. Lexie had seen many people – men and women – arrive at the studio in terrible shape, some with their spirits broken, only to re-discover their inner strength. She admired the other woman immensely, but did she really know her? She was about to find out.
“I’m serious, Jodi. I quit my job today.”
“But... you can’t do that.”
Lexie smiled. It wasn’t much of a smile, but it was there... she’d felt her lips twitch. “But I did.” There! She’d said it out loud. And it felt good. She glanced up at the wall clock. Had it only been half an hour ago? “Just now, as a matter of fact.”
“What brought this on? I thought you loved your job.”
“I love the work, but I don’t love the job.” Lexie stepped away from the desk and peeked into the workout studio. She didn’t want to be overheard. Three women were at work on their circuits, ear buds firmly planted in their ears.
Jodi wasn’t convinced. “There’s a difference?”
“To me there is.” Lexie rolled her shoulders in an attempt to relieve the tension. “Tell you what, give me half an hour or so to walk off some of this stress, and we’ll have coffee together.” She tilted her head toward the coffee bar. “Okay?”
“All right, but I want the whole story,” Jodi called after her. “No backing out.”
Lexie waved over her shoulder and headed for her locker, one of the perks of membership. Changing quickly, she made her way into the studio and over to the treadmills facing the window. The treadmills in front of the television screens were popular with some fitness devotees, but being able to watch the action in the harbour won her over every time. Even in the dark winter months, she was drawn to her favourite spot.
As she got up to speed on the machine, she wondered if she could be considered a voyeur. Not in a pervvy sense, but as someone who was so busy with their own life that they took pleasure in watching others. The notion wasn’t new; it had been lingering at the back of her mind for some time. So why did it bother her so much today?
“Because it’s true,” she murmured, speaking her thoughts aloud. “I was so thrilled to have that job I lost sight of everything else.” Such a simple, obvious concept and yet she’d never expressed it before... never admitted that she’d allowed her work to take over her life. Maybe that’s why today felt so right... at least the quitting part. Her equilibrium might be shaken, but she’d think long and hard before getting herself into a similar situation.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a man walked out onto the dock belonging to Coastal Air. One of their pilots, she’d observed him many times, but today he looked different... or was she seeing him through a fresh set of eyes? He’d always seemed a little mysterious, and she liked it that way. Watching him unobserved from the safety of the fitness studio allowed her to imagine him as a free spirit, taking off for parts unknown while she remained earthbound, tethered to her job. Or at least that’s the way it had been in the past.
As she watched, he ran his hand along the leading surface of the wing that hung over the dock, then he ducked underneath, checked something, and emerged with a satisfied grin. A day’s growth of beard darkened his jaw, and she surmised that the company either didn’t care about their employee’s appearance, or didn’t know. A well-worn chocolate brown leather bomber jacket stretched across broad shoulders and a pair of faded jeans clung to his thighs. Her gaze travelled back up his body and for an insane moment she wondered what his beard would feel like beneath her fingers. It gave him an edgy look. Edgy and yet confident; she wouldn’t think twice about going up with him.
Now where had that come from? In all the times she’d noticed the man, he’d only been a moving part of the tableau that unfolded every time she stood here. And now here she was, weaving him into her fantasies. That might have been okay when she was younger, but as a mature woman she knew better... didn’t she? She pondered the question as he passed to the other side of the aircraft, only his lower legs and feet visible underneath the fuselage. As far as she knew, there was no age limit on attraction. So what if she was almost thirty? She glanced down at the readout on the treadmill, surprised to see she was walking far beyond her normal pace. Breaking barriers... that’s what today was about. She found herself smiling just as a flurry of activity drew her attention back to the dock.
An employee wearing a Coastal Air jacket appeared on the dock pushing a dolly loaded with several cartons. He spoke briefly to the pilot, and then loaded the cartons into the hold of the aircraft. Moments later a man in a suit appeared, his tie loosened and a briefcase in his hand. Lexie recognized the type; no doubt a businessman from Vancouver who’d come over for the day and was now on his way home. As the capital city of British Columbia, Victoria represented an amazing amount of business for those who wanted to work with the provincial government.
The pilot extended his hand toward the businessman; they shook hands and exchanged a few words. They appeared to be at ease with each other, as though the businessman made the trip on a regular basis. They both boarded, and a short time later the floatplane pulled away from the dock.
Lexie followed the progress of the aircraft until it was out of sight. Several small companies operated out of the harbour, but she paid closest attention to the comings and goings of the Coastal aircraft, from their base directly in front of the New Beginnings studio. As each aircraft departed, she imagined them flying to their destination. She’d seen an ad for Coastal Air some time back, and her favourite imaginary route was up the east coast of Vancouver Island, looking down on the spectacular shoreline and the myriad islands that dotted the Gulf. A few months after arriving in Victoria, she’d indulged herself with a solo trip “up-island” as the locals referred to it. She hadn’t thought about that interlude for a long time... surprising, since she’d enjoyed it so much. Several nights at a B&B in Qualicum Beach had confirmed what she’d been told – that Vancouver Island was one of the most beautiful places on earth.
The timer on the treadmill emitted a soft beep, bringing Lexie back to the present. Knowing it wasn’t fair to keep Jodi waiting much longer, she headed for the self-serve juice bar and poured herself a cup of coffee. Pure sacrilege, she told herself, climbing up onto one of the bar stools, but she didn’t care.
Jodi materialized at her side moments later, a no-nonsense look on her face.
“Feeling better?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
Lexie sighed. Her friend wasn’t going to make this easy. “A little.”
Jodi twisted the top off a bottle of water and took a long swallow, eyeing Lexie the entire time. Her tough exterior softened, and Lexie was reminded of the endless compassion the other woman displayed for everyone around her. “So,” she said tentatively. “Why didn’t you tell me you were unhappy?”
Caught off guard by a stab of guilt, Lexie couldn’t speak for a moment. It appeared that Jodi’s feelings were hurt. She lifted her coffee cup to her lips, then set it down without drinking. “I don’t know, Jodi. I really don’t know.” Her gaze drifted around the studio, as though the answer might be lurking behind one of the pieces of equipment. “I think it was loyalty.” The words almost stuck in her throat. Working at Bistro Provencal had been her first job as head chef. Fresh from training in Switzerland, she’d been thrilled to get the position. Working long, hard hours for the past four years, she’d been a major part of growing the restaurant from a moderately successful business to one of the top three restaurants on the island. It had never occurred to her that her loyalty was not returned.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I didn’t tell anyone, actually.” She picked up her coffee mug and cradled it between her hands, relishing the warmth. “You see, in the beginning, Chris was good to work with.” She grinned. “We had our disagreements, but generally we worked things out based on what was best for the restaurant. In retrospect, I think he resented the fact that part of my training in Lucerne was restaurant management. He probably thought I was trying to take his job away from him, as if I had time!”
Jodi leaned forward. “Chris?”
“Yes, Chris Manley, the restaurant manager.”
“You must have been unhappy for quite a while. I know you’re not a quitter. You wouldn’t up sticks over a single incident.”
Lexie lifted her eyebrows. She’d always known Jodi was perceptive. “You’re right, of course. Things have been going downhill for about a year now.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’ve let it go on that long. It’s been little things. You know, buying cheaper cuts of meat so I had to work miracles to maintain quality. Putting pressure on me to cut down portion size. It’s not as if our portions are all that big to begin with.”
“Couldn’t you complain to the owner?”
Lexie turned away, but not before a blush rose into her cheeks. “You’re not going to believe this, but I’ve never met the man. Our cheques come from an accounting firm, and when I’ve tried to ask Chris about him, I get the run around. According to Chris, the restaurant is just one of many investments the man has. The last time I asked, he said there was a new owner who has left the running of the restaurant to him.”
“So you’ve never met him? That’s unbelievable.”
“I know. But I haven’t needed to. Except for this. And now... today... Chris went too far.” She dropped her gaze and gathered her thoughts. “One of the most popular features of our menu is our wine and cheese pairings. We buy as much of our cheese locally as possible.”
Jodi made a face. “I didn’t know there was anyone producing cheese on the island.”
Lexie nodded, warming to one of her favourite subjects. “There are, actually. Several. One of them supplies us with our raclette.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a type of cheese, but in the context of the restaurant, it’s a relaxed way of eating, involving melted cheese, potatoes, vegetables and various meats.”
“Sort of like fondue?”
“Not exactly, but just as much as fun. Anyway, there’s a small farm up island that produces raclette cheese, plus several others.” She rolled her eyes. “They make a blue cheese to die for, but that’s a story for another day.”
Jodi frowned. “So what happened?”
“Chris announced this morning that we’re doing away with the wine and cheese pairings, and that the raclette meals take too long, and he wants a faster turnover.” Lexie’s voice had risen, and she forced herself to slow down. “He informed me that from now on, we’ll be buying a limited amount of cheese from one of the wholesalers in town.” She shook her head. “I still can’t believe it. He’s revamped the entire menu, and without even consulting me.” She threw up her hands. “What’s the point of being head chef if he doesn’t even ask my opinion?”
“So he hurt your feelings. Is that worth quitting over?”
“No, but it’s more than that. We’ve developed a personal relationship with a couple of the small farms that produce the cheese. We’re their biggest customer. You can’t just cut them off like that with no warning.”
“But with you gone, they don’t have anyone to fight for them.”
Lexie dropped her head into her hands. “True, but he’s not going to change his mind. He’s already had new menus printed. Don’t you see, it’s the principle of the thing. Cutting off those suppliers was the last straw.”
Jodi reached out and laid a hand over Lexie’s. “I understand, and for what it’s worth, I agree. I was just playing devil’s advocate.”
Lexie raised her head. She’d thought she’d be relieved after unburdening herself, but no such luck. Telling Jodi hadn’t changed anything. She looked at her friend. “Do you think I was wrong to quit?”
“That’s a tough one. You have to live with yourself.” Jodi tilted her head, regarding Lexie for several long moments. “I’ve never known you to be anything but confident. This is a new side to you.”
Lexie blinked back tears of frustration. “I can run a kitchen, which as you know isn’t easy, but my personal life is a mess. I’m not nearly as tough as I pretend to be.” She sat up straighter. “But I’m not backing down. I don’t care if I end up flipping burgers. I won’t work in a place like that.”
“Who will run the kitchen? Tonight, for example... who will cook?”
“I’m not worried about that. My staff is well trained. Come to think of it, Chris was probably trying to force me out. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s already talked to other chefs.”
“So what will you do?”
Lexie spread her hands. “I don’t know, but fortunately I have enough money to live for a year without working.” She gave a half-hearted laugh. “I’ve been too busy working to spend what I’ve made.” She stood up and tossed her empty cup in the disposal bin. “Right now, I think I’ll sleep for a couple of days. Quitting is exhausting.”
“You’ll let me know how it goes, won’t you?”
“Of course I will. I’m as anxious to see how this turns out as you are.”
JESSE ARRIVED HOME later than usual. It had been a long but satisfying day, and he had the luxury of knowing that Maggie, his live-in housekeeper would have supper ready for him.
He parked his Land Rover, entered through the garage door and hung up his jacket in the mud room. His architect had frowned when he insisted on a mud room, but he didn’t care. He’d grown up kicking off muddy boots by the back door, and just because his new home occupied a waterfront lot in one of the most desirable areas of Victoria didn’t mean he would forget his roots.
“Hi, I’m home.” Delicious smells drifted throughout the house and he poked his head into the kitchen. “Smells good Maggie,” he said. “Do I have time for a beer?”
“Take all the time you want.” Her gaze slid past him and rested on a small figure in the doorway behind him. “Luc had a snack after school.”
Jesse turned. “Hi, Bud.” Luc was only partly visible in the doorway. He had a habit of shielding his body behind whatever object was closest and once again Jesse wondered about the child’s past. As tempting as it was to question the boy, he knew he had to gain his trust before he started probing. The boy had been with him for almost six months now, ever since his mother – Jesse’s sister – had overdosed, ending her life. The child had woken, found his mother and calmly walked to the apartment next door.
Thinking about that scene, Jesse’s heart ached. He’d known his sister was troubled, but she’d refused his assistance every time he offered to help. Knowing that didn’t lessen his guilt every time he looked at the boy; he should have tried harder.
“I was going to have a beer and sit outside. Would you like to grab a soft drink and join me?”
One large blue eye regarded him cautiously and Jesse was rewarded with a hint of a smile. “Okay.” Luc walked to the refrigerator, opened the door and perused the selection before looking back at Jesse.
“Take whatever you want.” How many times did he have to tell the child that he could have whatever he wanted? A few more, evidently.
Drinks in hand, they wandered through the great room and onto the veranda. The previous home that occupied the lot offered very little in the way of outdoor space, one of the reasons Jesse had instructed his builder to do whatever it took to obtain permission to tear it down and re-build. Located on a rocky outcropping facing Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula, Jesse’s home was constructed of heavy cedar planking. The plan was that it would weather over the years to a soft grey, complementing the shoreline. Outside space was the one element Jesse could not live without; the veranda was spacious and welcoming. He’d chosen the outdoor furniture himself, insisting on pieces that would not only be comfortable, but would stand up to the weather.
He settled into his favourite chair and waited until Luc did the same before speaking. “Did you have a good day today?”
The boy nodded. Jesse considered asking him about school, but he already knew the answer. That question was invariably met with the same answer: “Okay.” He decided to change things up. “So, what did you do after school? Anything interesting?”
“I played Minecraft.”
“Minecraft. Do you like that one?” Jesse knew all the games on Luc’s computer. In his absence, he’d given Maggie the authority to buy any age-appropriate computer games the child wanted, as long as she kept him informed. It wasn’t nearly enough... he’d rather be the one to help Luc choose, but he’d spent a lot of time at home when the child first arrived, and his business had suffered. He’d finally admitted that there was only so much he could do, and had returned to his regular work schedule.
“Yeah, I like it a lot. You get to build stuff.” For the first time since Luc arrived, Jesse saw a flash of excitement in the boy’s eyes. It came and went in a matter of seconds, almost as though he regretted revealing too much.
Jesse tipped up the bottle and pretended he hadn’t noticed. “I like to build stuff.” He held up the bottle and looked at the setting sun through the pale liquid. “When I was a kid, we used to go camping. I’d build little forts in the woods and pretend I was shipwrecked.” He turned to Luc. “Have you ever read Robinson Crusoe?”
Luc opened his mouth to speak, then changed his mind.
“What?” said Jesse. “What were you going to say?”
“I went to the library a couple of times on Saturday when they had story time. They were reading Robinson Crusoe. I thought it was stupid.”
Jesse didn’t try to hide a grin. “Why?”
Luc rolled his eyes. “The guy was such a loser. Always whining about something.”
Jesse let out a bark of laughter. “That’s what I thought, too. I never could figure out why it was supposed to be such a great book.” He held up his hand for a high five and was rewarded with a return salute. Something inside him wanted to grab the boy’s hand and draw him into an embrace, but the child had already pulled back. Jesse chanced a quick look and saw a lingering smile on Luc’s face. That would be his reward for now.
“I had a pretty good day,” he said idly. “Flew a customer and some freight to Vancouver.” He finished his beer and set the bottle on the floor. “Got caught up in some traffic getting out of Vancouver harbour on the way back. They closed it for a while due to a boating accident. That’s why I was late.”
“Oh, I forgot.” Luc climbed out of the big chair and stood tentatively beside Jesse. “Your friend came over.”
“My friend?”
“That lady with the blonde hair.” He lowered his eyes. “The one who doesn’t like me.”
“She likes you, Luc.” The moment the words were out, Jesse regretted them. Sylvia didn’t like the child around. It had become a bone of contention between them, and had caused Jesse to view her in a new light. She enjoyed being seen with him, enjoyed everything that went along with his money, but she balked at including Luc in their plans.
Luc raised his head and regarded Jesse, but remained silent. The eyes that looked at him had seen more than any child should have to endure, and Jesse realized that even eight-year-olds can build up a low tolerance for bullshit.
“You’re right, Luc. She doesn’t like children.” Jesse sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “What did she have to say?”
Luc acknowledged Jesse’s comment with a brief nod. “She left a note for you and I forgot to give it to Maggie. Shall I go get it?”
“Yes, please.”
“Here you are.” Luc handed him an envelope and returned to his chair.
Jesse turned over the envelope, aware as he did that he was delaying. Something told him the missive didn’t contain good news. Call him old-fashioned, but at times like this, he preferred personal contact. None of this voicemail nonsense... or texts... or in this case, a note. If someone couldn’t face him, he had to ask himself what they were hiding.
He grinned at Luc, hoping to convince the kid that he wasn’t mad at him. “Okay, let’s see what she has to say.” He ripped the envelope open and held a piece of business-sized paper in his hand. The note was typed on a computer and he didn’t know if he should be insulted, or relieved. Not very personal, but at least he could read it. Sylvia had atrocious writing for someone who had been educated in an exclusive girl’s school. Probably one of the reasons she’d been asked to leave before the end of her last term. The story had amused him before, but not anymore.
“Dear Jesse
I’m sorry to do this in a letter, but I’m afraid if I see you in person, you’ll talk me out of it.”
She must be living in one of those romance books she read constantly. He was about to make a pithy comment, but Luc was observing him.
“We discussed this before, and I’m just not interested in raising someone else’s child.”
Jesse clenched his teeth.
“I enjoy being with you, Jesse. A lot. If you change your mind about the boy, please call me, but for the next week or so I’ll be out of town. You still have a few things at my place, and I’ll bring them to you when I get back.
Love, Sylvia”
Jesse read it once more before folding it and returning it to the envelope. A sense of relief washed over him and he put his head back and closed his eyes.
What struck him the most was that he wasn’t surprised. He pictured Sylvia, and the pleasure it must have given her to write and deliver this message. That she actually thought he would get rid of Luc surprised him, but if he were being honest with himself, he’d admit to that being his fault, not hers. There was no denying that she was beautiful, and they’d had some good times together. But that had all changed when Luc came into his life and her true colours emerged. He was better off without her; he knew that, but it would take some getting used to. Maybe he should swear off women for a while and spend the summer with Luc, earning his trust.
Something pressed up against his arm and he opened his eyes. Luc was standing beside the arm of his chair, leaning against him and looking out over the water. His small, warm body was comforting and Jesse had trouble swallowing around the lump in his throat. It was the closest the boy had come to him in six months – at least voluntarily.
“Hey Bud,” he said, resting his hand lightly on top of the boy’s head, “let’s go have some supper.”
Luc smiled. It was his sister’s smile and Jesse had to hold himself in check. He wanted to teach the child everything he knew about the dangers of drugs and hanging around with the wrong people. But he’d have the rest of his life to do that. Heart in his mouth, he held out his hand. Luc looked at it for a moment, looked up at him with a shy smile, and then slipped his small hand into Jesse’s large one. Nothing Sylvia could offer could come close to what he was feeling at this moment.
* * *
LEXIE WOKE IN A PANIC. Sunlight flooded her bedroom and she swung her feet out of bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d forgotten to set her alarm.
And then she remembered. She was no longer employed. Falling back onto the bed, she stared at the ceiling. Wasn’t this the point in the story where she regretted quitting? Evidently not. As she lay there thinking of everything she’d put up with over the past few years, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t quit sooner. When had she become such a pushover? Being a professional chef was a tough job, one at which she excelled. The Bistro manager had never questioned her professional abilities, and why would he when the restaurant regularly received rave reviews in local publications as well as online. She’d watched an interview on a local television show where he’d taken credit for several of her ideas – including the popular wine and cheese pairings. She should have called him on that, but she’d let it slide.
Looking back now, she’d been a perfect candidate for manipulation. She hated conflict of any kind, and being dumped by Gabe had shattered her self-esteem. Add to the mix a new city and a new job that took all her energies... she might as well have had ‘patsy’ tattooed across her forehead.
Understanding how the whole mess had come about didn’t make it any more palatable.
She pulled the duvet up to her neck and thought back to her last few weeks of training in Lucerne. By then, she and Gabriel Dufresne had been a couple for six months. They’d enjoyed an easy, casual relationship and he spoke glowingly about Victoria. Before their last module, Gabe went home to Victoria for Christmas and came back excited about the career opportunities waiting there. It hadn’t taken much to convince her to go back with him, and she’d found the job at Bistro Provencal within days of her arrival.
With the excitement of getting settled into her new job and new apartment, she didn’t notice his absence at first. It wasn’t until he arrived at her door a few weeks later than she realized something was wrong. That had been almost five years ago, and it still hurt when she thought about it.
He’d tried to take her in his arms, but she took a step back, trying to get a read on him. He refused to look her in the eye.
“What is it, Gabe? What’s wrong?” Surely she would have heard if something had happened to one of his parents.
“I’m sorry, Lexie.”
“Gabe, you’re scaring me. What is it?”
He finally raised his head. “I have a girlfriend here in Victoria.”
What was he talking about? “But you were with me. I thought we were going to work here for a while and think about opening a restaurant together.” How could he have forgotten their plans?
“She’s pregnant, Lexie.”
She shook her head, uncomprehending. “How can that be?”
“The usual way.”
She should have slapped his face, but she was in shock. “You know what I mean.” And then... “Oh, I get it. You came here for Christmas.”
Up until a few moments ago, she’d thought she might spend the rest of her life with this man. And now he was a stranger, standing in her doorway. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel this foolish.
She looked past him to his car at the curb. A woman looked out through the passenger window and for a moment Lexie felt sorry for her. “Goodbye, Gabe. Thank you for coming.” She’d closed the door and stumbled back into her apartment.
Thinking of that surreal moment, she let out a strangled laugh. She laughed every time she thought about it – she’d actually thanked Gabe for breaking her heart!
That had been five years ago, and she hadn’t dated since. She’d made a few friends among the staff at the restaurant. They’d invited her to go out with them, and she tried a couple of times, but the clubs were full of young people, talking too loud and drinking too much. These days, Jodi was her closest friend, and she didn’t even know her all that well.
“So,” she said aloud, getting out of bed for the second time and planting her feet firmly on the ground. “We’re at another crossroads.” She padded into the kitchen, popped a pod into her coffee maker, and looked outside. “At least it’s a sunny day.”
“HI, JODI.”
“Hi yourself. You look great.”
Lexie raised an eyebrow. “And this surprises you because...”
The fitness guru pursed her lips. “Don’t start with me, Alexis Swinton. You know what I mean.”
“I do, and thanks for caring.” She glanced quickly into the studio. Someone was using ‘her’ treadmill. Just as well... she was tempted to check out the scenery below, but she didn’t really have time. “I came by to get my old running shoes. I’m going up island, and I might want to run on the beach.”
Jodi groaned. “Qualicum?”
“Possibly. Or Parksville.”
“I love running on those beaches. Miles and miles of hard-packed sand. I envy you.” Jodi leaned on the counter. “Where are you staying?”
Lexie grinned. “I have no idea. Isn’t that great? I’m just going to point the car north and see where it takes me.”
Jodi frowned. “All right. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?” She reached out for Lexie’s hand. “It’s good to see you like this, Lex. You’re actually smiling. Can it be that quitting your job is the best thing you’ve ever done?”
“I have no idea, but it feels good.” The display of affection, while welcome, unsettled Lexie and she drew her hand back.
“Glad to hear it. Let me know where you are, okay?”
Jodi’s casual comment didn’t fool Lexie. The woman worried about all of her friends. “Okay, Mom. Will do.”
Jodi was busy with a customer when Lexie left. She looked up, waved, and muttered under her breath. “Good luck, kiddo.”
“Sorry, what was that?” The woman looked up from the form she was completing.
“Nothing.” Jodi watched as Lexie disappeared into the elevator. “Just wishing my friend good luck. She’s twenty-eight years old, and I have a feeling her life is just starting.”
* * *
LEXIE SLOWED AS SHE drove into Goldstream Park. Towering cedars lined the highway, shutting out most of the sunlight. What light filtered though was tinted green; it was like driving underwater. A few seagulls whirled over the river that ran alongside the road, bright white against the massive tree trunks and lush growth. Later in the year, the birds would assemble in the thousands to take advantage of spawning salmon. Perhaps these seagulls were merely staking out their territory. A whimsical idea, it made her smile.
The farther she got from the city, the more she relaxed. The highway climbed precipitously, and now and then she caught glimpses of the glittering ocean far below. Breathtaking in its beauty, the landscape invited further exploration.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten a thing today.
“Why not?” she said aloud, studying the signs along the highway. “There has to be something in this little town coming up... Arbutus Cove? That sounds promising.” She turned off, and a few metres down the road, she saw a small sign tacked to a tree: Arbutus Cove Diner. Success!
A secondary road led down to the water via a series of twists and turns. Here and there, driveways led up to what she assumed were homes, but she was too busy navigating the narrow road to catch more than a glimpse.
After several minutes, the road leveled out. A few homes perched on the water side of the road, facing the Gulf Islands, Georgia Strait and the Coast Mountains in the distance. She rounded one more corner and the road came to an abrupt end. A large paved area fronted an old building. A faded sign painted on the wall facing the parking lot announced that this was the diner. At first glance, the building looked like it had originally been a home, with sections added on over the years as evidenced by various types of siding. Somewhere around ten vehicles were parked haphazardly on the property, most of them pick-up trucks. Lexie got out, stretched and headed toward the building.
“Heads up!” A burly workman shouldered through, carrying several two by fours. He offered a brief nod and a smile, and disappeared around the far side of the building. Moments later, the high-pitched whine of a saw broke the silence, then was answered by the call of a Steller’s Jay. She didn’t blame the bird for complaining about the noise. Perhaps the restaurant wasn’t open for business, but she was here now... she might as well explore.
The interior was dark and cool. An L-shaped counter with stationary metal stools could have been the setting for a Norman Rockwell illustration. The counter was empty except for a man with a tool belt slung around his hips. He turned and acknowledged her presence with a brief nod, and then went back to his coffee. A row of booths hugged the far wall, and in the middle, Lexie counted eight empty four-tops. She noted in passing that the salt and peppers were clean and filled, and that the chrome on the sugar dispensers shone brightly.
“Oh, hello.” A young woman appeared from what Lexie assumed was the kitchen. Wild hair covering almost half of her head was the colour of Christmas poinsettias, splashed with patches brilliant blue for good measure. The balance of the girl’s head was shaved, the better to show off multiple piercings in her ear and lower lip. The effect was startlingly attractive.
Lexie looked around. “Are you open?”
“Sort of.” The girl looked over Lexie’s shoulder, and she turned to follow her line of sight. Beyond the restaurant, four workmen were screwing in flooring on a broad deck. From what Lexie could see, the deck was designed to open up in the summer months. “We agreed to stay open for the crew, but the cook hasn’t been here for the past two days.”
“You’re alone?”
The girl shrugged. “Kinda.”
“You either are or you aren’t.” Lexie smiled to soften the words.
“Yeah, I’m alone.”
“Too bad. I had my taste buds all ready for a hamburger.”
“I could make you a sandwich, and I have some coffee.” The girl was trying to please, and Lexie felt sorry for her.
Lexie slid onto a stool. “I’d love some coffee.”
The girl poured steaming liquid into a heavy mug.
Lexie took a sip. The coffee was good. “What’s your name?”
“Carly.” She fidgeted nervously. “Do you want something to eat?”
“I don’t think so, thanks.” She lifted the cup. “The coffee is good.”
Carly’s smile lit up her face.
“This is a beautiful spot. Is it okay if I go outside with my coffee?”
“I guess.” Carly glanced at the workmen. “But don’t get in their way.”
Lexie’s protective instincts came to the fore. “Have they been giving you a bad time?”
“No, they’ve been great. It’s rules about a construction site or something.”
“I’ll be careful. By the way, I’m Lexie.” She went outside and walked to the edge of the deck. Located about thirty feet above high tide, the diner clung to the edge of a spectacular cove. Apart from what appeared to be a couple of small cabins, the diner was the only building on the cove. A secluded site like this was a rare find, and she envied the owner of the property. It was almost a shame to locate a restaurant here, but she imagined it to be a popular spot no matter what the weather. With the summer rush right around the corner, the construction crew were undoubtedly under pressure to meet a deadline.
At the base of the hill, a dock jutted out into the water. The pilings looked to have been recently replaced; someone was putting money into the place. It took her a few moments to spot the meandering trail through the rocks. One branch of the trail led up to the restaurant, while the other meandered off in the direction of the cabins, which appeared unoccupied.
A temporary set of stairs led from the deck down to the path. She stepped down, and the sounds of hammering and mens’ voices faded into the background. Clasping the coffee mug in both hands, she looked out over the water. What would it have been like to explore this coast several hundred years ago and come across this sheltered spot? She craned her neck to see the water’s edge and thought she spotted a narrow strip of sand. Judging from the high water mark on the rocks, the tide was nearing its peak; no doubt a small beach would reveal itself in a few hours when the tide went back out. She found herself wanting to stick around and see if she was right.
Content to sit and soak up the sun, she allowed her mind to wander. She didn’t know if it was due to the calming rhythm of the waves on the shore below, but contentment seeped into her bones and she let out a long sigh. She could get to like this.
Growing up near Toronto, her parents had owned a place in cottage country, up in the Muskokas, and she had fond memories of clambering over rocks and jumping into clear lake waters. She still enjoyed being near water, but if forced to choose, the ocean would win out every time. She loved the wild and dangerous aspect of the ocean, especially when winter storms lashed the shoreline in Victoria, sending spray high into the air before crashing over the roadway that skirted Ross Bay Cemetery.
Perhaps that’s why discovering this sheltered cove pleased her so much. This was the other face of the ocean. Sure, it could get rough here, as evidenced by random pieces of driftwood flung high up and lodged in the rocks, but generally speaking, Arbutus Cove represented a safe harbour. And a safe harbour was just what she craved.
She lifted her coffee mug, but it was empty. Too much daydreaming would do that. Glancing at her watch, she was surprised to find that she’d been sitting out here for half an hour. The sun had moved behind a tree but the heat of the early summer day lingered, releasing the scent of pines. Mixed with the salt air, it was better than any perfume, and she inhaled deeply.
A gurgle from her stomach reminded her that she was still hungry. She rose and made her way back into the restaurant, picking her way carefully through construction materials and the snaking cords from power tools.
The workmen were taking a break. Clustered around one of the tables, they discussed the new pitcher hired by the Blue Jays. Lexie waited while Carly put on a fresh pot of coffee, then drew her aside. “Are you sure you won’t turn on the flat-top and grill me up a hamburger? No offense to your sandwich-making abilities, of course.”
“I would if I knew how.” Carly darted a look toward the workmen. “They’d love one as well, but I just don’t know enough about it.”
Lexie made a decision. “Can I look? I’m a...” She paused. “I’ve worked in a kitchen before. Maybe I can put something together.”
“But...” Carly started to object, then changed her mind. “What the hell. Excuse my French, but Sean’s been gone for two days and who knows how much longer he’ll be out.”
“Great.” Lexie entered the kitchen and looked around. It had been left clean, at least. “I suppose your cook uses frozen patties? Where does he keep them?”
“In the freezer. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Lexie grinned. “We’re about to find out, aren’t we.” She grabbed half a dozen patties, threw them into the microwave, then walked to the cooler. “I see he stored the buns in here. They’ll be a bit stale, but we’ll brown them on the flat-top and you’ll never be able to tell the difference.” She studied the switches, turned on the heat and looked around. “Onions?”
Carly opened a bin. “Here. Also potatoes. We cut our own fries.”
“Sounds great, but we won’t push our luck today.” She grabbed a clean white towel, tied it around her waist and tested several knives. “Sharp enough,” she stated, grabbing several onions and starting to peel them, her movements quick and confident. “What about toppings? What do you have?”
“What do you want? And why do you need half a dozen patties? I mean, I know you’re hungry, but isn’t that a lot?”
Lexie gave her a saucy look. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yes, but...”
“Believe me, when those guys out there smell these onions cooking, they’ll want one too. Now... toppings?”
“Well, we have lettuce and tomato. And you seem to be making those caramelized onion things I’ve seen on television.”
“Right. Stir those onions, would you. Ideally, they should be kept constantly moving. What about jalapenos? Or cheese? Do you have any of those?”
“We have both.”
“I suppose the cheese is those processed slices?”
Carly nodded.
Lexie shrugged. “Can’t be helped. Bring ‘em out. And some condiments. Get those out, too.”
A clattering noise in the parking lot drew Lexie’s attention. “What’s that?”
“Probably Brandon. The parking lot is the only paved space for a few miles and he uses it to skateboard.”
Lexie raised an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend?”
“Euuuw! No!” The young girl pulled back, but continued to watch Lexie’s every move. “He’s a couple of years behind me.”
“Two years. And you’re what? Seventeen?”
“Eighteen.”
“So that makes him sixteen. I know what you mean. Two years was a huge difference at that age.” Lexie flipped the burgers and pressed down. “We should probably get out some more patties. I don’t have enough here for us after we feed all the workmen, not to mention Brandon.”
“How do you know they’ll want one?” Carly placed a few more patties into the microwave.
Lexie laughed. “Show me a construction worker or a teenager who can’t put away a hamburger at a moment’s notice. Anyway, it’s on the house; they’ll love them.”
“On the house?” Carly’s voice rose. “How can I explain that?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll pay for them if necessary, but your employer should thank us for doing this. I don’t care how beautiful this spot is, he’ll lose all of his business if people can’t rely on the place. Oh, you should probably put on a second pot of coffee as well.” She started to assemble the burgers. “How many guys out there?”
Carly peeked out. “Five.”
“Okay.” Lexie cut the burgers in half. “Better warn them about the jalapenos on these two. Some people don’t like them, but I think they’ll surprise you.”
“UH...” CARLY APPROACHED the table nervously. “Hamburgers, on the house.”
The men looked up. “Is Sean out back?”
“No. Lexie made these... the woman who was sitting outside. She said to warn you about the jalapenos.”
The oldest man spoke up. “Well, something smells good.” He checked his coffee mug. “Maybe you could bring some more coffee too, Carly.” He took a large bite of the burger and let out a moan of pleasure. “Doesn’t taste like anything Sean ever cooked.”
Carly beamed as though she’d made them herself. “I watched her, and she sure knows her way around a kitchen.”
“Old Sean better watch out. He’ll be losing his job.” One of the men pulled out a chunk of jalapeno and popped it into his mouth. “These pickle things are good.”
“I’ll tell Lexie you liked it.”
Lexie had almost finished cooking four more patties when Carly walked back into the kitchen. Compared to Sean, she moved at light speed.
“What’s the matter with your cook? Sean, I think you said?” Lexie laid slices of cheese-like substance on the patties.
Carly had been dreading the question. She’d heard horror stories about other cooks, but Sean had always been easy going and kind. Of course he drank too much; everyone in the small community knew that. She wasn’t sure how he’d managed to hold on to his job this long.
She lowered her eyes. “I’d rather not say, if you don’t mind.”
Lexie paused and rested her spatula on the edge of the flat-top. “I understand your loyalty.” She quickly assembled three hamburgers, making one with double patties for Brandon. “Here, take this out to your friend.” She took a bite of her own and studied the kitchen layout. There were a lot of places to hide booze; she’d already noticed two partial bottles of rum. The cook must be getting sloppy, because one of the bottles had been in plain sight. Since this restaurant didn’t have a liquor license, she had to assume they belonged to Sean.
She devoured her burger and wished she had another one. No matter... another cup of coffee would go down well. On entering the restaurant, she was met with applause. It stopped her in her tracks and a blush crept into her cheeks. She had created many outstanding dishes over the past few years, and had often been featured in Victoria’s foodie publications, but this show of appreciation from the construction workers touched her in a way that was hard to describe.
“Thank you, gentlemen.” She lifted the coffee pot. “Does anyone need more coffee?”
The oldest man rose. “Thanks, but we’ve been sitting here long enough.” He hitched up his belt. “That was a delicious hamburger, ma’am.” He cocked his head to one side. “Will you be here tomorrow?”
Caught like a doe in the headlights, she looked from one man to the other. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Well... the boys and I sure enjoyed the burgers.” He indicated a pile of bills on the table. “That should cover it.”
Lexie stepped forward. “Oh, no. That was on the house.”
“That’s what Carly said, and we thank you. Maybe you could give her the money as a tip. With no food to serve, she’s been losing out on her usual tips.”
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate it. Thank you.”
She watched the men go back to work. A far cry from her Bistro customers, many of whom seemed to think that the more they spent the ruder they were entitled to be. She started to clear off the table and then stopped to let her gaze wander around the simple restaurant. Yesterday she’d been a chef in a French restaurant and now, a little more than twenty four hours later, she was busing tables. The odd thing was, it felt good.
“What are you doing?” The horror on Carly’s face was almost comical. She grabbed a grey bus tray and started to load it with dirty plates and mugs. “You don’t have to do this.”
Lexie handed her the bills the men had left. “The guys left this for you as a tip and I accepted on your behalf.”
Carly stared at the money, then raised her eyes to meet Lexie’s. “I can’t take all this. Half goes to you.”
“No. The older one who seems to be in charge mentioned that you’re not earning any tips. He wants you to have it and I agree.” Lexie softened her tone. “You’ve made the best out of a bad situation and I admire that.” She gave the table a quick wipe with a corner of her makeshift apron. “How did Brandon like his burger?”
“He loved it, and asked me to find out if you’ll be here again tomorrow.”
Lexie gave a self-conscious little laugh. “That’s the second time in five minutes somebody has asked me that.”
“What was your answer?”
“I told them the truth. I haven’t thought that far ahead.” She reached for the tray and set it on an adjacent table. “Sit down for a moment, Carly. I want to talk to you about something.”
The young woman perched on the edge of a chair. “Yes?”
“I want you to know that I understand about loyalty.” Her thoughts drifted for a moment. “But that’s another story.” She pulled her focus back to Carly. “What I’m trying to say is that I know the cook drinks on the job. I found two bottles in the kitchen, and there are probably more.”
Tears sprang to Carly’s eyes and Lexie laid a gentle hand on her arm. “I’m sorry if it upsets you to talk about it, but hiding his drinking isn’t doing him any favours.”
Carly knuckled away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. She seemed relieved to be talking about the problem. “I know. The thing is, everyone in town knows he drinks, but they all ignore it. We’ve all looked out for him so long; it’s become a way of life.”
Lexie sighed. “Does he do this very often? Not show up for work?”
Carly thought for a moment. “No. He’s often hung over, but he’s always showed up before.”
“I’m surprised that he hasn’t hurt himself.” Lexie nodded to herself. “His knives are just barely sharp enough to cut; now I know why. But there are a lot of other ways he could endanger himself. The deep fryer, for example.” A sudden thought struck her. “This renovation must be costing a pretty penny. With someone like Sean in the kitchen, fire is always a danger. I’d hate to see the owner lose his business because an employee can’t control his drinking.”
“He’s hardly ever around.”
“Who, Sean?”
“No, the owner. He lives in Victoria. He has other businesses, too.”
“Well, he won’t have this one much longer if he’s not careful.”
“You’re right. I guess I’ll have to call him tonight.” She gave Lexie a pleading look. “Will you still be here tomorrow?”
Lexie checked her watch. “I don’t have any firm plans, but I was headed farther up-island. You can handle this, Carly. Look how well you’ve managed for two days with no cook.”
The hope on the young woman’s face faded. “I guess. But do you mind coming back in the morning?”
Lexie frowned. “Why?”
“Because if I know you’re coming, I won’t chicken out about phoning him. Especially if I know I have to report to you in the morning.”
Alexis shook her head, not sure if she liked the direction this conversation was taking. “I’m not your boss, Carly.”
“No, but I wish you were.” Carly looked outside, where the workmen were beginning to put away their tools for the day. “I’d love to learn what you know.”
Lexie was tempted to say that she’d learned her craft during an intensive, not to mention expensive course in Switzerland. Instead, she offered up a comforting smile. “Okay, I’ll check into one of those motels up near the highway and come by in the morning. I’d like to hear what this absentee owner has to say for himself.”
JESSE TERMINATED THE call and stepped out onto his deck, where he stared into the gathering darkness. He should have known better than to buy that old place. Considering his complete lack of restaurant experience, he’d had no business getting involved. And now he was paying the price. If only businesses would run without employees, everything would be fine. Not that he objected to providing safe, secure jobs, but he hated those rare times when one of his employees had to be disciplined or worse yet, fired.
He didn’t know what to make of the mystery woman who had appeared out of nowhere and taken over the kitchen. Accordingly to Carly, she’d been hungry and cooked hamburgers for his crew plus herself and Carly and that kid who liked to skateboard out in the lot. Then she’d cleaned up and put everything away, so no harm, no foul.
This whole mess was his own fault. His friends had warned him that being an absentee owner wouldn’t work; he’d known that even before he signed the papers. But the diner looked like a safe bet; it had been running smoothly for years and bringing in enough money to at least break even until he decided what he wanted to do with the property. Of course those same friends had cautioned him not to buy it in the first place, but that was out of the question. When he’d learned that a developer was also interested, and intended to tear down the old diner to build an exclusive condo community, there’d been no question about buying it.
“So,” he said aloud, “it looks like I’m flying up to Arbutus Cove tomorrow afternoon.” Too bad he couldn’t take Luc with him, but the child had been looking forward to a camping trip up at Cowichan Lake for several weeks. Next time, for sure.
* * *
LEXIE WASN’T SURE WHERE she was when she woke up the next morning. Then she remembered. Arbutus Cove and the diner. She stretched lazily and watched a shaft of sunlight move slowly across the opposite wall. Another good day for the workmen enclosing the deck.
You have to stop thinking like that, said the voice in her head. You’re getting too involved with something that’s none of your business.
Maybe so, but she couldn’t deny that she was intrigued. Maybe it was the pleasure of cooking for people who openly appreciated what she’d made, even simple hamburgers made from frozen, pre-fab patties. She permitted her thoughts to roam, designing a simple menu of home-cooked favourites. Not that the diner customers didn’t have sophisticated palates, but the diner itself, with its retro atmosphere cried out for simple dishes.
She’d start with chicken pot pie. Of course she’d have to keep the pastry for the pot pies separate from the pastry for the apple pies. Yes... she’d make apple pie, and bread pudding with caramel sauce as her two dessert items, ice cream optional. A grilled cheese sandwich made with proper cheese, and while she was at it, three-cheese mac and cheese with sweet and sour meat balls on the side and a two thick slices of garlic bread. She’d turned up her nose at that combination the first time she saw it offered at a deli, but it had become one of her go-to meals when she was tired and didn’t feel like cooking. And of course hamburgers, made with her special combination of freshly ground meat. The construction workers liked her jalapeno toppings, she wondered how they’d react to blue cheese. Some wouldn’t care for it, but she had an inkling that they’d at least be willing to try.
You’re daydreaming again. The voice was back. You’d be farther ahead planning how to spend your millions when you win the lottery. It was true; when sleep eluded her at night, she dreamed about how she would spend her lottery winnings. It didn’t always work, but she often found herself nodding off before she’d spent even half of her imagined winnings.
“Enough of this.” She got out of bed and headed for the shower. “I promised Carly I’d show up this morning, and I will. I’ll listen to what she has to say and then I’ll keep driving.” She leaned on the bathroom counter and studied her reflection in the mirror. It was a good thing there wasn’t anyone around to hear her words, because she had a feeling she’d be eating them later in the day.
* * *
BRANDON WAS ALREADY clattering around the parking lot on his skateboard when Lexie pulled up. She found the constant noise of a skateboard annoying, but grudgingly admitted that being outside and active was healthier than playing computer games.
“Good morning, Brandon.”
He acknowledged her presence by executing a difficult trick.
“No school today?”
He removed his sunglasses and gave her an odd look. “It’s Saturday.”
“So it is. I’d lost track of the days.”
“Thanks for the hamburger yesterday.” He preened a little. “Carly said you made it especially for me.”
“I did.” Lexie took a closer look at the pavement. It was old, and tufts of grass and weeds had pushed up through the cracks. “Not a very safe surface for skateboarding. Be careful, okay?”
“Are you telling me to go away?” He flipped up his skateboard and held it loosely under his arm. He slipped his sunglasses back on, but not before she glimpsed a vulnerability that surprised her.
“No, I’m not, but I’d hate to see you crack your head.”
“Yeah, right.” He toed a clump of grass with his sneaker. “We used to have a Youth Centre, but it closed down. Not enough money or something.”
Lexie bit back an angry remark. She understood fiscal responsibility, but sometimes the decisions made by small communities could be so short-sighted.
“That’s too bad.” Her remark probably sounded like indifference to the young man, but what was she to say? “Well, I promised to check on Carly this morning. See you later.”
His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. As she entered the restaurant, the familiar noise started up again.
“Lexie, you came!” Carly greeted her enthusiastically. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Love some.” Lexie looked outside, and returned waves from two of the workmen before sliding on to one of the stools.
Carly poured coffee and watched as Lexie added two spoons of sugar. ‘So I called him,” she blurted out.
“And?”
“And he wants to talk to you.” Lexie wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.
“He wants to talk to me? Why?”
Carly dumped out the creamers and started to build a pyramid. “Because I told him how you took over in the kitchen.” She chanced a quick look, then went back to her construction project. “I think he wants to hire you.”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Lexie scooped up the creamers and put them back into the bowl. “Whatever made him even think I’d even consider such a thing?”
“I don’t know.” Carly wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Okay, so I told him you’d be great.”
“But you told him about Sean, right? About how he hasn’t been here for what... three days now, and now he drinks?”
“I didn’t tell him about the drinking. I was hoping you’d help me with that.” Carly cringed, and Lexie’s growing anger dissipated like fog on a sunny morning. It wasn’t the young woman’s fault she’d been placed in this situation, and Lexie told her so.
Carly let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, Lexie. I shouldn’t have involved you any further, but when he said he’d come up this afternoon to meet you, I took a chance.”
“And what if I didn’t agree?”
Carly waved her cell phone. “I’m supposed to call him if you say it’s okay.” She looked sheepish . “Trouble is, he can’t make it until around six o’clock. He said to tell you he’ll pay for another night at a motel if you stay.”
“I should hope so,” Lexie muttered, grabbing her coffee mug. “Go ahead and phone him. In the meantime, I’ll be in the kitchen checking on your supplies.”
Carly entered the kitchen a couple of minutes later. “He said to thank you,” she said. “What are you doing?”
Lexie glanced at her watch. “I’m making a list. It’s only ten o’clock and there’s no way I can sit around here all day without doing something. Is there a decent grocery store in town?”
“Yeah. It’s off the highway and a bit difficult to find, but my mom shops there and she seems to think it’s okay.”
“Good. How about you prep some potatoes for fries. What do people around here like on their fries? Ketchup? Gravy?”
“Both, I guess, but Sean never made gravy.”
Lexie made a quick note, then picked up her purse. “I’ll be back soon. If the men ask, we’ll make something for lunch.”
* * *
“ARE YOU LEAVING?” BRANDON sounded disappointed.
“No, not yet.” She paused with her hand on the car door. “Would you mind coming with me? I’m going to the grocery store and Carly says it’s hard to find.”
“Are you hitting on me?” Brandon’s eyes sparkled.
Lexie laughed. “Gives a whole new meaning to the word cougar, huh?”
The youngster propped his skateboard up against the building and opened the passenger door. “Maybe you haven’t looked in the mirror recently, but you’re one hot mama.”
Carly leaned over and examined herself in the rear view mirror. “I don’t think so.”
Brandon shrugged. “Don’t take my word for it. A couple of guys on the construction crew were asking about you.”
She reversed out of her space and headed back for the highway. “They’d be wasting their time, but thanks for the compliment.”
“We’ll see,” he said, pulling down the bill on his baseball cap. “We’ll see.”
“NOT MUCH VARIETY, BUT they seem to be enjoying it.” Lexie checked on the workmen. They’d moved two tables out onto the deck and tucked into her mac and cheese as though they hadn’t eaten for a week. With Carly and Brandon helping, she’d also managed to produce a supply of fresh hamburger patties and home-cut fries. She’d even convinced one of the men to try blue cheese in his hamburger; he’d pronounced it delicious.
“I can’t believe I made this by myself.” Carly checked on the bread pudding for what seemed like the tenth time. She’d also made a caramel sauce and was planning to serve it to the men at the table. Lexie took great pleasure in watching the young woman’s confidence blossom.
Brandon had been put in charge of the fries. Reluctant at first to tie back his hair and remove his hoodie, he soon became immersed in learning the basics. His rich gravy had been a hit with the men who ordered hamburgers. “Lexie, a couple of people just came in,” he whispered, darting nervous looks toward the restaurant.
“Carly will take care of them,” she said, cutting a grilled cheese sandwich in half. “Here, try this and tell me what you think.”
He cocked his head to one side. “It’s good,” he said, taking a second bite. “What gives it that cheesy flavour?”
Lexie laughed. “Real cheese for one thing.”
“Well, duh!”
“I’m serious. I’m a bit of a fanatic about cheese, and that processed single-slice stuff just doesn’t cut it in my kitchen.” She took a bite from her half of the sandwich. “This has three different types of cheese. Be nice to me and someday I just might tell you which ones.”
“It’s a deal.”
“Hey, you guys.” Carly’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Those two people are waiting for another couple. We’ll have four people to serve in a few minutes.”
“In that case you can add chicken pot pies to the menu.” Lexie opened the oven and admired the golden crusts. Small chicken cut-outs in pastry adorned the top and she smiled as she recalled the first time she’d attempted to make them. It seemed like a long time ago, and she supposed it was... a long time and a long way. The sudden wave of nostalgia caught her by surprise. Those had been good times, but her efforts today had given her more pleasure than she could remember for ages.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. In addition to the construction crew, they served an additional twelve people. Not a large number, but each one had left with promises to come back, and to tell their friends about the ongoing changes.
“We should have a construction special,” said Brandon as they cleaned up.
Lexie grinned. “An excellent idea. Instead of annoying the customers with the renovation, we’ll make them a part of it. Make sure you tell the owner when you talk to him.”
Carly and Brandon exchanged glances. “Okay,” he said finally. “We’ll make sure to tell him”
* * *
“YOU’RE SURE YOU GUYS don’t mind cleaning up?” The sun had been diving toward the mountains behind the diner for some time now, and Lexie wanted to get outside and enjoy the last of it. “I’m going to explore that path along the far side of the cove and catch the last rays.”
“Go ahead.” Despite their age difference, Carly and Brandon had fallen into an easy rhythm. Lexie left them chatting and headed for the spot she’d picked out earlier. A large rock just off the path offered a perfect vantage point and she climbed up with an exhausted but satisfied sigh.
Lexie studied the newly constructed deck. From this point, it was a spectacular addition, and she began to appreciate the design. It wasn’t hard to imagine what it would be like to dine there, suspended over the rocks. Cleverly designed to be used in all weather, it opened in the summer and in the winter a double-sided fireplace would heat both the inside and outside areas.
She’d forgotten about her makeshift apron and she removed it now, staring at it as though it might hold the key to the last couple of days. Thank goodness the hours had flown by, because if she’d had time to think she might have jumped in her car and headed north. Sorting out the restaurant wasn’t her problem and it wasn’t like her to insert herself into other people’s affairs.
So why had she helped? Why had she agreed to stay and talk to the owner? Maybe it was the lost look on Carly’s face the first time she entered the building. That expression, coupled with the young woman’s eagerness to learn reminded Lexie of herself at that age.
Dammit, why did those memories have to flood back? Especially today, sitting here in the rosy aftermath of having inspired a couple of youngsters. But despite all her efforts to silence it, her mother’s voice echoed in the back of her mind, sharp as a fillet knife and twice as painful.
* * *
“REALLY, DARLING, YOU’RE simply not trying.” Her mother stopped her impatient pacing. “Have you been practising? You don’t want to disappoint Mr. Pavelski. You know how he hates it when you aren’t properly prepared.”
“But what about me?” she wanted to cry. “What about what I want?”
What Lexie wanted had never entered her mother’s mind. If Anastasia Swinton decided that her daughter would learn to play the violin, then so be it. An instrument of the highest quality was purchased and presented to Alexis when she was ten. She recalled accepting it in wide-eyed horror, an expression her mother blithely mistook for awe. The battle had gone on for five years, both with the violin and with her mother. Every time her mother came home from an overseas trip she would settle into her chair beside the fireplace, her back ramrod straight, and wait for Lexie to perform. And every time, she let her disappointment be known.
Desperate to please her mother, Lexie had tried her hand at cooking. Simple items at first, but as her skills grew, so did her confidence. Finally one day she’d presented her mother with a plateful of tarts, the pastry light and flaky.
Her mother’s hand had hovered over the plate. “Really, Darling. You know I have to watch my figure.”
“I’m sorry, Mummy, but I made these myself.”
“Is it any wonder your Beethoven is rough around the edges if you’re spending your time in the kitchen?” she scolded, but her gaze kept returning to the plate of tarts. “Oh all right, I’ll try one.”
At the time, Lexie told herself that the look of bliss on her mother’s face that day made up for the years of scathing put-downs. But even though her mother was eventually convinced by her violin teacher to give up the lessons, Lexie never got over the years of barbed remarks. It still sometimes amazed her that her parents had supported her financially when she expressed an interest in attending the Swiss cooking school.
Movement inside the restaurant brought her back to the present. Carly and Brandon were moving the tables back inside. Carly raised a hand to wave, and then looked out over the water. Lexie heard it at the same time; an airplane.
Caught in the last rays of the sun, the aircraft looked like a giant dragonfly. For several heart-stopping moments, it hovered over the water and then kissed the top of the waves as it touched down in the relatively calm waters of the cove. She recognized the name on the fuselage immediately: Coastal Air. Her heart did a quick little tap dance in her chest as the plane approached the dock. Silly, she knew. What were the odds that her favourite pilot would show up here?
Fairly good, evidently. The door opened and he stepped out and onto the dock. With quick, efficient movements she’d observed many times before, he tied off then glanced up toward the diner.
Lexie couldn’t move. The man took a moment to examine the new pilings, then turned and strode up the path. His legs, long and powerful, were encased in jeans; he’d be right at home modeling in the pages of GQ. A curl of desire started to unwind somewhere deep inside her body. She tried to wind it back up and return it to its proper place, but a delicious, almost-forgotten warmth spread out from her core, lighting up her nerve endings. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her feel like this – if ever.
Oh boy, she thought, following his progress up the path. If he’s the owner, I’m in big trouble.
The man did a quick survey of the underside of the deck, focusing his attention on the supporting beams. Seemingly satisfied, he climbed up on top and approached Carly. They spoke for several minutes and then she motioned Brandon forward. The two men shook hands, and the conversation continued. Then Carly pointed to her position on the rocks and he nodded briefly, said a few more words, and then climbed down.
Lexie watched him approach and wondered if he did everything with the same degree of confidence. As he drew nearer, she studied his face, and found that he was doing the same. Unnerved, she looked away, but not before noticing the fine lines radiating from the corners of his eyes. Caused by exposure to sunshine, or smiling – it didn’t matter, they suited him.
“You must be Lexie.” He extended his hand and she took it. “I’m Jesse Cooper.” The cuff of his jacket covered most of his watch, but she recognized the Breitling. She’d known several men who owned one, and they made sure it was visible at all times.
“That’s right,” she said, retrieving her hand reluctantly. “Lexie Swinton.” Fireworks hadn’t exploded when he took her hand. Rather, their touch had ignited a slow burning ember that felt like it could erupt into flame at any moment. If the flare of interest in his eyes was any indication, he felt it too. But Lexie was in no position to explore the possibilities... after all, she didn’t even know him.
“I know you,” she blurted.
A crease appeared between his brows. “You do?”
What was the matter with her? The last thing she should be telling him was that she’d been observing him with more than a passing interest. “I work out at New Beginnings studio down on Wharf Street and I like to watch the harbour. I know you’re a pilot for Coastal Air.” Now she was babbling.
“Is that so?” He smiled and his eyes crinkled. “That makes me feel better.”
“Why?”
He studied her face. “Because I don’t think I’d have forgotten if I’d ever met you.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.” Such a predictable, corny thing to say, but the intensity in his gaze made her forget how to talk.
“No,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I don’t.” He gestured to the expanse of rock beside her. “May I sit?”
“Of course.”
He climbed up and draped his arms over raised knees. “I love this spot,” he said, his tone almost reverent.
“I can see why,” she said, moved by his comment. “It has everything.”
He raised an eyebrow in a silent question.
“I mean it has the raw power of the ocean. At least I imagine it can be that way in the winter. And now, it’s calm... a safe harbour. It’s remote enough to feel like you’re in another world, and yet there’s a town close by, and Victoria is only a few hours to the south.”
“Or less if you fly.”
“Right,” she said. “Less if you fly.” She shrugged. “It’s perfect.”
He sat for a moment, absorbing her words. A comfortable silence settled between them.
“May I ask you something?” he asked finally, with a sideways glance.
She lifted one shoulder.
“What are you doing here?”
“I have no idea,” she said, gnawing her bottom lip. “Now it’s my turn. Is this your restaurant? We haven’t really established that.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I must be tired.” He scrubbed his face with one large hand. “Yes, this is my restaurant, and my land.”
“Why?” She spread her hands. “Why would you own something like this? I mean, from what I hear, you’re rarely here. You didn’t even know your cook was MIA.” The thought of Carly here alone made her lose her usual reserve. “What kind of an owner are you?”
Respect flared in his eyes as he studied her. “That’s a fair question.” He looked across the cove to the diner, and something in his eyes softened.
“WHEN I WAS A KID,” he said, “my parents used to bring us here to camp. Back then, a friend of theirs owned this land. My sister and I spent some marvelous summer holidays here. Our campsite was on the flat piece of land where the diner is now.” He appeared to drift for a moment, lost in memories. “Later on, after my parents divorced, they sold it to a local fellow who built the diner. He loved the place and planned to expand it – those are his plans for the deck expansion – but he died and his family had no interest in running it as a diner, so they decided to sell.” A tightening around his eyes indicated his displeasure. “I inquired about it... a casual inquiry, really. I didn’t need another business. But when I found out that a mainland corporation was interested and that they wanted to build a condo development, I had no choice.”
“So you bought it without knowing anything about restaurants.”
He gave her a wry smile. “It happens more often than you’d think.”
“Since we’re being honest, tell me something else. How can you afford a place like this on a pilot’s salary?” She pointed to the construction. “Not to mention the remodeling, and the new dock.”
“Wow,” he said. “You don’t hold back, do you?”
She looked him directly in the eye. “Since I assume you came here to ask me to stay on as cook, I’d like to know who I’d be working for.” It was her turn to gaze into the distance. “I was in a bad situation recently and I don’t want a repeat of the experience.”
“A wise precaution.” He pried at a loose rock and tossed it down the hill. “By the way, I followed up on Sean today. He ended up in jail a couple of nights ago and then on the way home he fell asleep, his car went off the road, and he broke a leg.”
“He’s lucky it wasn’t worse. Are you going to take him back?”
He shook his head. “Not until he makes an effort to quit drinking. That’s the best way I can think of to help him.”
“He has to want it first.”
Jesse nodded. “I know that. I’m told that a lot of people around here like him, and they’re going to see what they can do about getting him into a recovery program.”
“He still has to want it.” She gave him a quick, apologetic look. “Sorry, you already know that. It’s a common problem with people who work in the food service industry. Working at nights and on weekends, proximity to liquor... anyone who has the slightest problem can spiral out of control very easily.”
Jesse looked at her with haunted eyes. “Substance abuse is a terrible thing. I know about it firsthand.” He stood. “Do you want a cup of coffee? Carly said she’d make a fresh pot before she left.” He checked his watch. “I have another hour or so before I have to go back.”
“All right, but you still haven’t answered my question.”
She followed him up onto the deck and poured coffees. “Let’s sit outside,” she said, dragging a chair outside and placing it near the edge. The workmen had erected a temporary railing around the edge and she braced her feet against it.
“Like the outside, do you?” Jesse sat down beside her and sipped at his coffee.
“Yes, I think the addition will go over well.” She shot him a quick look. “Most men would need to be here supervising. That makes you the exception.”
“Larry is a friend of mine.”
Lexie frowned. “Larry?”
“The foreman. Larry Cousins. You haven’t met him?”
“I may have, but I didn’t get any names. There’s one fellow who’s older than the rest. I suppose that would be him.”
“Sounds right. Anyway I’ve known Larry since... oh, I don’t know how long. I trust him to do it right.” He tipped back his chair. “And I think I could trust you as well, Lexie, if you’d like the job of running the restaurant. I’d give you carte blanche to change the menu in any way you like.”
That would be the least of what she would require. “I’ve been thinking about this place and what I would do differently.” She gave him an oblique look. “Was Sean the only cook?”
“Yes, the place was only open five days a week and I let him set the hours.”
“Not enough.” Lexie gnawed her bottom lip. “Not nearly enough. You need to expand the hours, open on a regular basis, and hire more people if you’re going to pay for the new deck.”
“I like your style, Lexie Swinton.” He leaned closer and for one wild, heart-stopping moment Lexie thought he was going to kiss her. “And no, I won’t run out of money. I’m not just a pilot for Coastal Air. I own that, too.”
“But I thought...” She paused in mid-sentence. “When I’ve seen you in Victoria, you look so ordinary. You seem to be doing the same work as everyone else.”
He tossed back his head and laughed. “That’s me. Mister Ordinary.” A smile lingered on his lips. “Call me old-fashioned, but I believe that I should be able to do everything my employees do.”
“Really?” she challenged. “How are you at dishwashing?”
He looked steadily into her eyes. ‘Not my strong suit, but I’m willing to give it a go.”
Something fluttered in her stomach and she forced herself to look away. What insanity had prompted her to think that she could do this? Even someone with her limited experience knew better than to get involved with the boss. Especially when the boss was intriguing in so many ways. In the short time they’d spoken, he’d shown himself to be nostalgic, loyal, he had a good sense of humour, and his rugged appeal made her want to break all the rules.
“So what do you say? You must have thought about it.”
She looked straight ahead. If she looked at him, she wouldn’t be able to get the next words out.
“Yes, I’ve considered it, and I think it would be best if I pass on your offer.”
“Best for whom?” His tone was dangerously intimate.
“Best for you, Jesse.” She allowed herself a quick peek and found him studying her curiously. “What you need here is a competent cook. Preferably one with some flair, and a desire to actually cook, rather than defrost pre-fab food.”
He raised his eyebrows “Ouch.”
“Look,” she said, leaning forward. “You’re in a tough position right now but you’re obviously a big boy.” A flush crept into her cheeks, but she forged ahead. “So now’s the time to hear the truth and do something about it. Oh, and before I forget, you should start working on a liquor license.” She looked around, and in her imagination she could see the finished diner. “This place, run professionally, could be really popular. Do you know how many ocean-side dining establishments there are on the island?”
He smiled at her enthusiasm. “No.”
“Well, neither do I, but there aren’t many. This could be a gold mine.”
He sighed. “That sounds very ambitious, but I’d be happy with satisfied customers and a decent cash flow. However I’ll take your advice and get the liquor license.”
“It’s not all that easy, you know.”
“I know.”
She gave him a curious look. “Carly would like to learn to cook. She’s eager, and from what I saw today, she’s willing to do anything. And she can think for herself.”
“All right. I’ll talk to her and we’ll get her started in the kitchen.” He let a few moments pass. “Why, Lexie?... if that’s not too personal. Why aren’t you interested?”
Lexie undid the clip holding up her hair and let it fall down her back. She must have twisted it extra tight this morning, because the tension in her scalp disappeared instantly and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. The release must have been symbolic, because she started to talk.
“Two days ago, I did something extremely unprofessional.”
Jesse remained silent.
“I quit my job.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that. I walked out.”
Jesse had been about to take another swallow of coffee, but caught himself in time. He lowered his cup and gave her a penetrating look.
“Saying it out loud makes it sound worse.” Her lips twisted in a wry smile. “You should see the look on your face. Told you... you don’t want me.”
“No, it’s not that.” He seemed to be fumbling for words. “You surprised me, that’s all.” He lifted the coffee mug again. “You must have had a good reason. The way you’ve acquitted yourself around here proves that you’re anything but irresponsible.”
“Thank you, Jesse.” She blinked back tears. “Sorry, I don’t know where the tears came from. I guess quitting my job has been bothering me more than I realized.”
“Tell me about it.”
Lexie released a sigh. Maybe she should tell him; he had a good head on his shoulders and seemed to be a good listener.
“I worked in a high end restaurant in Victoria. You’ve probably heard of it... Bistro Provencal. In a few more weeks I would have been there five years. Anyway, I never really did get along with the manager, but he gave me free rein to run the kitchen.”
“I should hope so,” Jesse murmured.
“I took my training in Switzerland and learned to appreciate dishes utilizing cheese. Like most restaurants, we had specials from time to time, and we featured cheese at the Bistro. He often took credit for my ideas, but I decided early on not to let that bother me. Looking back now, I should have put a stop to it, but it was my first job as a chef, and I didn’t know any better.
My most successful idea was raclette dining. It became quite popular and people would book far in advance. Are you familiar with it?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s a nice, relaxed way of eating.”
“We sold a lot of wine that way, too. Anyway, I got to know a few small farms on the island where they’re making some fabulous cheeses. One even makes raclette cheese, and we became their largest customers.
“Sounds good. I like the idea of using local suppliers.”
“We could do that here, you know.”
“We?”
“You. You could do that here.” She forced herself to ignore the slow grin that spread across his face. “Anyway, the day before yesterday...” She paused. Had it really been just two days ago? “...the day before yesterday, Chris announced that we were revamping the menu. He’d decided that the wine and cheese pairings were too extensive. So from now on, the cheese on the new menu will be sourced from local wholesalers, just like every other second-class restaurant.”
“He hadn’t consulted you? What about all your stock?”
“He plans to roll out the new menu in two weeks. Everything will have turned over by then.”
“And the raclette dining? That’s gone too?”
“Poof!” She removed her feet from the railing and started to pace the deck. “The least he could have done was give our suppliers some warning... given them a chance to develop new markets. We argued about that, and when I saw that he wasn’t going to budge, I quit.” She started to pace. “Of course he was also stealing in all the usual ways... buying cheap cuts of meat and expecting me to work wonders; bringing in bottles of booze and pocketing the extra money. I hate myself for not outing him about that, and then after a while I started to feel guilty for even thinking about it. All of a sudden, I became the bad guy. How twisted is that?”
Jesse thought for a moment. “You called this Bozo the manager; I take it he isn’t the owner.”
“No, he’s not.”
“Did you contact the owner?”
“No. You’ll think badly of me, but I don’t know who the owner is. My cheques came from some corporation in Vancouver.”
“I don’t think any less of you for that. Stealing from the owner is bad enough, but what really angers me is that he stole your ideas and took credit for them.”
“Believe it.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
She spread her hands. “Who was I going to tell? Besides, I probably wouldn’t have said anything anyway.”
“Why not? Did you have something going with this guy?”
“No...” She took a few steps away and then turned back. “I think it had something to do with loyalty. Misplaced loyalty as it turned out.” She gave a short, mirthless laugh. “In hindsight, I haven’t been such a good judge of character recently. I ended up in Victoria because of someone I met in Switzerland. We were at the same school and he talked about all the great opportunities in Victoria for newly trained chefs. After graduation, I went to Victoria with him, expecting that we’d be together, but it turned out he was engaged already.”
“I’m sorry, Lexie.”
“Thanks.” She stopped her pacing. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. Anyway, that little episode stripped away my confidence. The thing is, I can run a kitchen, but when it comes to my personal life I’m a complete wimp.”
Jesse looked up at her. “I can see why you’d be leery. Two bad experiences...”
“And I don’t want to go for three.”
“Is that what you think this would be, Lexie? Are you afraid of strike three?”
What was he saying? “Here? With you?” She realized what she’d said and brushed the words away. “Sorry, that came out wrong. But no, this isn’t the same. At least I don’t think so.”
“Instead of the dreaded strike three, this might turn out to be a home run.” He grinned at her and her heart did flip flops inside her chest.
“You know,” he continued. “I was going to offer you something that I hoped would tip the scales in my favour.”
His tone was playful. She was intrigued.
He nodded toward the cabins on the far side of the cove. “I was going to offer to house you in one of the cabins for free.”
Lexie looked longingly at the cabins. From the moment she first spotted them, she’d wanted to explore. Tucked behind some fir trees, they were reminiscent of the cabin her parents used to rent in the summers.
“Don’t say that,” she said, her voice so low he could scarcely make it out.
“Why?”
“Because those cabins remind me of barefoot summer days.” She smiled at the memory. “Those were some of the happiest days of my life.”
“You grew up around here?”
“No,” she said, leaning on the railing and looking across the cove. “That was in Ontario, and on a lake, but the feeling’s the same. I heard it in your voice when you described camping here as a kid.”
Jesse rose and stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder. “Then you know why I had to buy it.” He smiled into her eyes. “You’ll forgive me for that, at least.”
“I’d have done the same,” she admitted. “In a heartbeat.”
“I like you, Lexie Swinton.” The look he gave her curled her toes. “Are you sure you won’t change your mind? I think we’d make a great team.”
Was he flirting with her or simply trying to convince her to stay? She wished she knew.
“Stand by,” he said, pulling out his cell phone and checking the display. “Excuse me, but I have to take this.” His face softened and he took a few steps away. “Hi, Luc. How’s it...” He stopped speaking and a fierce, protective look came over him. “Slow down, Bud. I can’t understand you.” He looked at Lexie without seeing her, his expression stricken. “Yes, of course I’ll come and get you.” He checked his watch. “I can be there in half an hour. Let me talk to Mr. Foster.”
Teeth clenched, he waited while the phone was transferred. A few words were spoken, but Jesse shook his head, even though the man on the other end couldn’t see. “Absolutely not. I’m coming to get him. You’re at the campsite on the west end of the lake, right?” He didn’t wait for confirmation. “I’ll be there in half an hour. Have him ready.” He disconnected and looked at Lexie as though wondering who she was.
“My son needs me,” he said abruptly. “I need to go get him, right now.”
Lexie’s concern outweighed her disappointment. “Of course. Is he all right?”
“He will be.” Jesse looked distractedly around the diner. “I know this is an imposition, but would you consider staying ‘til the end of the week? The keys for the cabins are hanging inside the pantry door.” He was heading toward the stairs as he spoke.
Lexie nodded. She’d noticed the ring of keys. “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I’ll stay.”
“Thank you.” He was down the stairs and on the path in seconds.
JESSE FORCED HIMSELF to slow down. Tempting as it was to rush through his pre-flight checklist, this was not the time. He wouldn’t be much good to Luc splattered all over the side of a mountain. At least nature was on his side; it stayed light until about nine at this time of year.
“Entry door secure,” he muttered. “Elevator trim. Flaps set. Avionics set.” The familiar words calmed him and he continued to check his oil temperature, fuel boost, and transponder as he eased the Beaver away from the dock. In no time at all, the aircraft reached takeoff speed. He lifted off, gained altitude, and climbed up and over Highway 1, headed for Cowichan Lake.
The despair in Luc’s voice had torn at his heart. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, fighting for composure. His pilot training ensured that he wouldn’t lose it now, but he’d like nothing better than to put his fist through something. It broke his heart that the first time the boy called him ‘Dad’ was because of a bully’s painful comments, and that he wasn’t there to hold the child in his arms and comfort him. He didn’t care what the camp leader said, if his son wanted to come home, he’d move heaven and earth to make that happen. When he’d accepted responsibility for the young boy he hadn’t expected to love him so much. He’d vowed to protect him, and he was doing that now; leaving Luc within five miles of the abusive older boy was simply not an option.
Still shaking with emotion, he forced himself to think about something else, and his thoughts drifted back to the diner and Lexie. Fifteen minutes ago they’d been standing side by side, discovering common interests.
Making a slight course correction, he envisioned her face. A study in contrasts, everything about the woman fascinated him. He felt guilty about not telling her that he’d followed her progress at Bistro Provencal, but if he had, she wouldn’t have opened up. It was common knowledge that such things went on in the restaurant business, but what incensed him the most was that the manager had taken her ideas and presented them as his own. His knuckles whitened on the controls as he thought about what she’d put up with all these years.
Jesse had a hard time balancing the skilled, confident chef with the emotionally scarred woman he’d just met. She deserved better, and he’d love to be the one to show her that not all men were selfish pigs.
There’d been a moment... when she looked longingly at the cabins... that he recognized their shared values. He suspected that her happy childhood memories had been replaced with not-so-happy ones. They had that in common, too.
What fascinated him most of all was that she seemed completely unaware of her beauty – both inside and out. Did she have any idea how her eyes flashed fire when she spoke of supporting her suppliers? How when she took her hair down she became a desirable, sensual woman? His body tightened at the thought. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea... asking her to stay. Especially since she didn’t seem aware of him as anything other than a needy business owner. He should start his search for a new cook tomorrow. After all, Lexie was a chef, and far too experienced to be content cooking at a neighbourhood diner.
“Yeah, right.” He said it aloud and almost laughed. “Who do you think you’re kidding, Coop? You want her to stay right where she is.” It felt good to admit it, he thought as Lake Cowichan came into view. He dropped the nose of the Beaver and lined up for a landing.
* * *
THE CAMP MANAGER HELD Luc back until the propeller stopped, and then released him. As he ran down the dock, the boy’s bottom lip quivered, and he launched himself into Jesse’s arms, his small arms clinging tightly to his neck.
“There, there.” Jesse stroked the boy’s hair. “I’m here now.” He looked up and met the man’s gaze. He could see it in his eyes: parental interference shouldn’t be tolerated. Little did he know that he was dealing with a parent who would do anything to protect his son... anything.
“They told me my mother killed herself because of me,” the boy sobbed. “The older boys said I’m a loser and my mother couldn’t stand to look at me any longer.”
Jesse’s heart broke for the child but he managed to keep his cool. “That’s not true,” he said, holding the child away from him and looking into his eyes. “Your mother loved you very much. I know that because she was my sister and she told me.”
“She did?” Luc hiccupped, but he’d stopped crying.
“Yes. I’ll never lie to you, Son.” He shifted the boy to his hip and glanced at the suitcase at the end of the dock. “Is that Luc’s?” he asked, barely suppressing his anger.
The man nodded. “I’m sorry, Mr. Cooper. The boys have been disciplined and they’d like to apologize.”
Luc clung even tighter and buried his head in Jesse’s neck. “I don’t think so.” He reached for the suitcase with his free hand. “Thank you for getting this ready.”
“Are you sure...” Jesse turned on him and the man’s words trailed off. “I guess not.” He followed along behind. “I wanted to tell you how much we appreciate your donation. Thanks to your generous support, we’re able to keep the camp open for the full season this year.”
Jesse nodded. Of course... they were worried he was going to withdraw his financial support. Tempting as that might be, he would fulfil his pledge for this year. Next year was something else, but he’d think about that later.
He adjusted Luc’s seat belt and handed him a set of headphones. The boy looked small, and he made a mental note to get some sort of booster seat fitted for the right side.
“Ready, Bud?”
Luc nodded, eyes wide with excitement.
“All right, then.” He eased the Beaver away from the dock. “Let’s go home.”
* * *
JESSE’S LONG LEGS TOOK him swiftly down to the dock and Lexie watched him hungrily. Within moments, he had untied the aircraft and climbed aboard. For several moments he just sat there and she wondered if he’d changed his mind, or if there was something wrong. Then she remembered the time she’d flown to Gabriola Island. The pilot and co-pilot had spoken back and forth in a terse, familiar cadence that she presumed to be a flight check, their competent fingers touching lightly on dials and gauges.
Seconds later, he pulled away, the floats cutting into the calm waters of the cove as the aircraft accelerated. The throaty roar of the single engine grew louder and then the Beaver lifted off, a string of watery beads trailing from the floats.
Lexie hadn’t realized that she was holding her breath until the aircraft banked and disappeared.
What had just happened? she asked herself. She walked aimlessly around the deck, sorting through her emotions.
If she were in a romance novel, her heart would be plummeting... falling through her stomach as his words registered. The man she was falling for had a son; he was married. He’d never suggested otherwise and any half-baked dreams she may have indulged in had originated in her imagination, not his. Thank goodness she’d found out before she did... or said... anything foolish.
But there’d been something between them, and that puzzled her. How could she feel such a profound sense of loss when she’d known him for a short time?
A distant sound caught her attention and she checked her watch. Half an hour, he’d said. That had been an hour ago. If he was coming back, it would be any time now. Heart racing, she scanned the skies, waiting for the sound to grow louder, willing the Beaver to appear around the corner.
But the sound – whatever it had been – faded, as did her hopes. What was his son’s name? Luc. She said it aloud and pictured Jesse’s face as he listened to Luc on the phone. It was the face of a man who would do anything for his child and for a moment she was envious. What would it be like to be loved like that? Loved by someone with that sort of passion? Even though he belonged to someone else, the thought left her breathless.
* * *
JESSE GRABBED A BEER and walked to his deck. Tonight he’d stayed with Luc longer than usual when tucking him in. He’d known that raising a child wouldn’t be a piece of cake, but there was so much he didn’t know. Well... he’d simply learn.
Like talking about Janie. He should have been talking about his sister from the get-go. Luc’s eyes had widened when he mentioned Janie’s name, and he’d clutched nervously at the comforter, but he’d soon relaxed, listening with interest as Jesse told him a story about his mother. Growing up, Jesse had gone to school with a boy whose older brother had committed suicide. Not one person in the family had mentioned the dead brother’s name again. It had seemed so abnormal – it still did. Since then, he’d known several other similar instances, and he still didn’t approve. The least he could do for Luc was keep his mother’s memory alive. When the time came – and it would be soon now – he would speak to the boy about the dangers of drug abuse. He wondered how Lexie would go about it.
Now where had that come from? He tipped up his beer bottle, surprised to find it empty. Since rescuing Luc, he hadn’t thought about Lexie, but now memories of her came creeping back. Like the way she gnawed on her bottom lip when she was thinking. Or the soft yearning in her voice when she told him of her cherished summertime memories.
Bad timing, said the voice in his head.
Jesse pressed his fingers into his temples. Bad timing was putting it mildly. There were weeks when being a business owner wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and this had been one of them. More than once this week he’d wished he could go back to working for someone else. No responsibilities except getting safely to his next destination. Flying above it all, where the ugliness and disappointments of everyday life couldn’t reach him.
...as if such a Utopia existed. It didn’t, of course. Besides, he’d discovered early on that he had a knack for business. He wasn’t flashy... okay, he’d indulged himself with a beautiful watch... but he kept his head down, his face out of the limelight, and his balance sheets healthy. But this week had tested his patience. People quitting, the rising cost of wharf space, Luc’s emotional problems, Sylvia’s departure, and the possibility of losing one of his lucrative freight contracts. Not that the loss would make a blip on his bottom line, but he hated to lose. He stared at the empty beer bottle as though it might hold the answers to his hellish week. Not surprisingly, it remained silent.
And then there was Lexie. Could he possibly have fallen for her in the space of an afternoon? It didn’t seem likely, but he couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind. What had she thought when he ran off like that this afternoon? Her quiet reassurance had meant a lot, allowing him to focus on Luc.
Silent steps carried him through the house and to Luc’s bedroom. The boy was sleeping soundly in a tangle of bedclothes. Jesse straightened the blankets, kissed the boy’s forehead and made sure the night light was on. Never again would the child wake up and be frightened. He’d make sure of that. Jesse knew he’d been fortunate to find the perfect housekeeper in Maggie. She created a warm, comfortable environment for Luc, and he was content to stay with her when Jesse had to go out of town... like tomorrow. More bad timing, but it couldn’t be helped. The next day, he promised himself. The next day he’d take Luc and they’d fly up to the diner. After all, he hadn’t been able to check with Larry today.
There must be something needing a decision...
LEXIE TOOK THE KEYS from the back of the door and jangled them softly in her hand. The sound was loud in the empty building and yet she was comfortable being here alone. She removed the key marked ‘Cabin 1’, checked to ensure that the doors were locked, then followed the path that snaked its way through the trees.
The cabin was everything she’d hoped. Knotty pine walls, rustic furniture, and a hand-made quilt on the bed. Feeling every bit like her young self, she tested the bed and found it soft and comfortable. But the best part of all was the simple porch stretching across the front. Tall-backed rocking chairs with cane bottoms lured her outside and she stood for several long moments, picturing herself and Jesse sitting there after a day’s work. Even after just a few hours, she’d discovered that they both had wide-ranging interests, and could converse comfortably on any number of subjects.
She sighed and turned away. No matter how she felt about him, Jesse could not be part of her future. And that was unfortunate, because his appeal grew stronger every hour she spent with him. Probably not a good idea to accept the job offer, either. She would fulfil her promise to stay for a week... she would even try to help him find a replacement if necessary, but she couldn’t stay. A breeze from the ocean stirred the branches overhead, and the rocking chairs moved in unison, symbols of dreams unfulfilled.
* * *
LEXIE HEARD CARLY AND Brandon the next morning before she saw them. They’d come to work together, and their excited chatter preceded them into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she said, noticing that Brandon was wearing white short-sleeved shirt and clean jeans this morning. “You came back,” she said, stating the obvious.
“I thought maybe I could help in the dining room,” he said. “But I’d also like a chance to work on the fries again today.” He held up a bag. “I brought some cheese, ‘cause I think we should try some poutine.” Lexie noticed that he pronounced it as if he were in Montreal, where they didn’t say pou-teen, but pou-tin, as in tin can.
“Where did you learn to pronounce it like that?”
Brandon shrugged. “Jean-Marc. He comes from Montreal. You’ll meet him soon.”
Lexie raised her eyebrows. “I will?”
“Yes. A couple of the guys and one of the girls want to see what I’m doing here.” He grinned self-importantly. “I told them they had to buy something.”
“But...” Lexie was lost for words. “What do they expect to see? It’s an ordinary diner.”
“Possibilities.” He waited for the word to sink in before he continued. “We were skateboarding in the grocery store parking lot last night and I was telling them how much Carly has learned in the short time you’ve been here, and how you showed me how to make the fries.” He puffed his chest out. “I guess you could say I’ve inspired them.”
Lexie eyed him cautiously. “To do what? They can’t all be cooks.”
The young man stopped posturing and turned serious. “They need something to do, Lexie. Especially since our Youth Centre closed. Contrary to what you hear in the media, not all kids are bad, or looking to get into trouble. They want to learn something, too. Coming here is sort of like a field trip.”
“I know they’re not all bad, Brandon; you’ve proven that. But how many are coming?”
Brandon thought for a moment. “Just the three of them. Maybe four. I was hoping to talk to Mr. Cousins before they get here, and see if he could give them an idea about what’s needed to get into construction work.”
Lexie glanced outside where the crew was just arriving. When she turned her attention back to Brandon, there was new respect in her eyes. “Sounds like a good idea, but don’t take up too much of his time, okay? And don’t be disappointed if he can’t help you.”
“Yes, boss.” He gave her a quick salute. “Oh, by the way, is pulled pork hard to make?”
She laughed. “Now what?”
“It’s about toppings. Pulled pork is big as a topping for poutine right now.” He gave her a wink. “Value added.”
“Good heavens, you really want to go for this, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
* * *
“I HOPE YOUNG BRANDON didn’t bother you too much today. I saw him talking to you earlier.” Lexie approached Larry Cousins as he was putting his tools away.
“No. Actually, it was quite enlightening.” The foreman unhooked his tool belt, re-fastened it and slung it over his shoulder. “That young man has given me a lot to think about.”
Lexie was almost afraid to ask. “And what was that?”
Larry gathered his thoughts. “In the first place, he’s determined.”
“I noticed.”
Larry acknowledged her comment with a grin. “And he’s quite a salesman. I have no doubt that whatever he sets his hand to, he’ll succeed. But what really stayed with me about our conversation is that these young people want to learn. Be it a trade, or a business skill, they want to earn a living, and short of going to Victoria to Camosun College, there’s nowhere at this end of the island they can do that. Most of them can’t afford to live away from home while they’re studying. He also pointed out to me that many of them don’t really know what they’re suited to, and they don’t want to waste their time or money learning something they might not stick with. What they need is a mentoring programmes as well as practical experience.” He shook his head. “That kid has given me so much to think about I don’t know where to start.”
“Yes. He does have that effect.” Lexie chewed on her bottom lip. “There are people who would argue that this sort of thing should be handled by the government, not private people.”
“And they would be right, in most cases,” argued Larry. “But every once in a while the public programmes are stretched too thin. We’re not talking about a lot of kids here, just the ones who express an interest. It seems we have some budding entrepreneurs in the area, and I for one would like to see them succeed.” He gave her a curious look. “I don’t know what you did to Brandon, but you’ve lit a fire under him and he in turn has got several of his friends interested.”
“It wasn’t me. He had that spark all on his own. I simply encouraged him.”
Larry grinned. “Well, whatever you did, the fire is spreading. I’m going to talk to Coop when he’s here the next time. I’d like to see these kids get their Youth Centre back. If we both get behind it, I’m fairly sure we can get it done.”
“You’re a good man, Larry Cousins. Jesse told me that you two have been friends for a long time.”
“That’s true.” He tilted his head to one side. “Where did he find you, anyway? Ever since you took over the kitchen, the men think they’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Lexie couldn’t meet his gaze. “It’s a long story,” she said. “Sometimes I don’t believe it myself.” She looked into the distance, as though the Beaver might appear at any moment. “I’m not sure when he’ll be back, though. Luc called yesterday, upset about something and Jesse was out of here like a shot.”
Larry frowned. “He’s okay, I hope.”
“I think so.” She forced herself to look at the foreman. “He sure loves that kid.”
“You’ve got that right. Maybe I’ll call tonight and see what’s up.” He checked around the work site one last time. “Did anyone tell you that we’re going to be without power in the morning? The new electrical service is being installed.”
“Thanks for the reminder. Yes, your electrician told us. Carly put a sign outside saying we’re closed, but she’ll be here to make coffee for you and the men. As for me, I think I’ll sleep in.”
“Good idea.” He nodded briefly. “See you tomorrow.”
* * *
A SHAFT OF SUNSHINE settled on Lexie’s eyelids and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She should probably get up and enjoy the beautiful morning, but the bed was comfortable, she was cozy, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in. Closing her eyes, she drifted back to sleep.
The next time she woke, she was aware that someone was in the room with her. And yet she wasn’t afraid. She rolled over and opened her eyes.
A pair of blue eyes regarded her solemnly, unblinkingly. Luc.
“Who are you?”
Lexie considered her response.
“Little Red Riding Hood,” she said, pulling the quilt up to her chin. “Are you the Big, Bad Wolf?”
Sparks of amusement danced in his eyes. “No, I’m Luc.”
Lexie relaxed. “Well, that’s a relief. Nice to meet you, Luc. My name is Lexie.” She sat up and looked around the cabin. “Now where did I put that key? Did I leave it outside?”
Luc shook his head. “The door was open.”
“There it is!” She spotted it on a bookshelf. “I was thinking about reading a book and I must have set it down. I should really put it on my own key ring so I don’t lose it again.”
“It’s not lost.” Luc picked it up and handed it to her. “But it is small.”
“Yes, well...” She looked beyond him. “Did you fly up with your Dad?”
Luc’s little chest swelled with importance. “I was the co-pilot. Dad made me a seat so I can see outside.”
“Lucky you. Was it fun?”
He nodded. “I gotta go now.” With that he turned and walked out the door.
Lexie raced to the shower and got ready in record time. Funny that she hadn’t heard the Beaver, but come to think of it, last night was her second night in the cabin and she’d slept remarkably soundly both nights. Humming to herself, she stepped out onto the porch and was stunned by the sight of Jesse sitting in one of the rockers. Her heart leaped into her throat. Now she really was in a romance novel. Except that this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.
“Good morning,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind, but I brought us some coffee.” He indicated a tray on the small table between the two rockers. “I heard the shower, so I thought I’d wait.”
Lord, he was a good looking man. He had that scruffy, day-old-beard look going on this morning, and it made him even more appealing, if that was possible. His eyes were an intriguing shade of brown with golden highlights... nothing like Luc’s. And the invitation in them made her clutch the railing for support.
“Good morning,” she stammered, surprised that she could speak at all. “Where did the coffee come from? Not that I’m not grateful, but we don’t have any power this morning.”
“I know. I talked to Larry last night and he warned me. So I brought ours in a thermos.” He waved a hand like a magician. “Sit down and I’ll pour you a cup.”
“You’re in the wrong chair,” she blurted. Where had that come from? Now she was telling him about her fantasies.
“Excuse me?” He stopped pouring to look up.
“It’s just this silly thing I do,” she said, scrambling to come up with a story. “I imagine people in certain situations, and that’s your chair over there.” She pointed to the empty chair.
“I see,” he said. “And who was in this chair?”
Lexie was quite sure she was blushing from her toes to the top of her head. “As I said, it’s just a silly habit.”
He didn’t push her for an answer, but he remained sitting where he was. “I think it’s a charming habit. Here’s your coffee.”
Lexie sat down and hid behind the mug. The coffee was hot and delicious. “Hmmm. This is good.” And it was. Of course the company didn’t hurt. “Where’s Luc?”
“He’s skateboarding with Brandon. I asked him to give us some time alone which was probably unnecessary. He loves to skateboard.” He took a drink, then sat back. “I wish I could sit here all morning. This is the first time I’ve relaxed all week.” He put the rocker in motion with one booted foot on the floor.
“I OWE YOU AN APOLOGY,” he said finally. He stopped rocking the chair and turned toward her. “You must have wondered what was going on when I ran off the other day.”
Lexie gave him a tentative smile. “I was a bit worried.”
Jesse placed his coffee mug on the floor of the porch and stared into it for a moment. “That child has lived through things that no youngster should ever experience. I don’t know how he’s managed to stay so sweet.” He sucked in a quick breath of air. “So when I heard him on the phone, begging me to come and get him, I knew it was something serious.”
He wasn’t making sense. Lexie waited for him to continue.
“Luc is my sister’s son. Janie wasn’t married, but she never once considered giving Luc up. She got pregnant in her early twenties and – typical story – the guy didn’t want to stick around to raise a kid, so she raised him on her own. When Luc was about four, she was in an auto accident, and that’s when it started.”
He picked up his coffee mug, raised it to his lips, and then set it down again without drinking. “It was like you see on those television documentaries. The story makes you feel for the people involved, but you know it’s never going to happen to you.” He looked up to see if she was following him. “Janie was in a lot of pain, and the doctors gave her pain killers until she could get it under control. But apparently she never did get it under control, and she was soon taking everything they would prescribe and more. This took several years... years when I was too busy building my own business to take much notice. She always seemed fine when I saw her. A bit thinner perhaps, but then she always complained about her weight, even though she was perfect. We didn’t see each other that often, and looking back now, I realize that when we did get together, she made an effort to look normal.”
He picked up his mug again and this time he drained it. “More coffee?” he asked, holding out the thermos. Lexie shook her head, and he poured more into his mug.
“Anyway, she got a batch of bad stuff from someone on the street and overdosed. Luc woke up in the morning, walked into her bedroom and found her... dead.” He scrubbed a broad hand over his face. “She’d choked on her own vomit. He calmly walked to the neighbour’s apartment and knocked on the door.”
A muscle in his jaw bunched as he fought for control. “For months afterward, I saw that scene in my mind every time I closed my eyes.” He raised his head, his eyes haunted. “I should have known. I should have helped her. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.”
Lexie allowed several minutes to pass before she spoke. “I could give you a dozen arguments as to why it’s not your fault, but I’m sure you’ve heard them all. Plus some I haven’t thought of.”
He ducked his head in acknowledgement.
“Your sister may have been one of the unlucky ones, but at least Luc has you.”
Jesse raised his head. “That’s another thing. On the phone the other day... when he called me... that was the first time he called me ‘Dad’. I’ve been waiting for six months to hear him call me Dad, and it had to happen over something like that.”
“What happened, Jesse? Why did he call?”
He grabbed his mug, rose and took a few steps to the porch railing. “Somehow some of the older boys found out about Janie’s death. They told him she’d killed herself because she didn’t want him.”
“Oh, Jesse!” Lexie fought back tears. “What in the world is wrong with kids these days? Were we ever that mean?”
“I sure as hell hope not.” He turned to face her. “Anyway, that’s why I ran off.”
“And with good reason.” Lexie rose, boosted herself up on the porch railing and rested her back against the roof support. A few feet away, Jesse copied her position.
“Did you have to fight for guardianship, or whatever they call it?” she asked.
“No.” Jesse traced an initial that had been cut into the railing. “That’s one thing Janie did right. She realized that as a single mother she was vulnerable, so she had a will, and specified that Luc should come to me.”
“What was it like, becoming an overnight father?”
Jesse grinned. “I was terrified at first. I was trying so hard to do everything right that I didn’t pay enough attention to my businesses, and they suffered a bit. But then I realized that Luc needed a normal routine, and that part of that routine was me going to work.” He looked past Lexie and smiled. “He’s full of energy, that’s for sure. Looks like he’s talked Brandon into going down to the beach.”
Lexie turned to see Luc and Brandon weaving their way between the rocks. “He’s sweet, isn’t he?”
Jesse looked up, startled. “You’ve met him?”
“Yes, he came into my room this morning.”
“I’m sorry. I told him he could explore but I didn’t think to tell him not to go in the cabins.”
“It’s okay, really.” She held his gaze. “I thought you were his father.”
“No, I...” her meaning sank in and a devilish gleam lit his eyes. “You thought I was married.”
“Yes.”
He leaned forward, and the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. “Didn’t you wonder why a married man was pursuing you? Why he couldn’t wait to see you again?”
“I didn’t know that.” She caught her bottom lip with her teeth and wondered if he could hear her heart thundering.
“Don’t do that,” he said, his voice rough like sandpaper. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Jesse...”
His gaze lingered on her lips. “You do that a lot, you know. And every time, I think it should be me nibbling on your lip.” He moved forward, took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tipped it up. “Right here,” he said softly, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip. “That’s where I’d start.”
“You would?” she asked, wishing he’d hurry up and show her.
“But you’re not ready yet.” He pulled back and smiled down at her. “You’re telling yourself that we only met a couple of days ago.”
“Well we did just meet a couple of days ago, but...”
“No buts.” He moved back against the post and sat there with a confidence that should have been irritating. But it wasn’t... it was intoxicating. “I can wait,” he said.
“You can?” In an odd way, he was making sense. But she didn’t want him to make sense. She wanted him to grab her and kiss her silly.
“I can wait until you think you know me. That’s it, isn’t it? You think you don’t know me well enough. How about another week? Would that work?”
“Yes. No.”
“Which is it, Lexie? One week? Two? Another month?”
“Dammit, Jesse. You’re confusing me.”
“Aha. A little show of temper. Does that mean you care?”
Lexie’s eyes flashed. “You’re toying with me, and I don’t like it.”
“Nothing could be farther from the truth. There’s something between us, Lexie and we both know it. We’re adults, and if we don’t know what we’re doing by now, heaven help us.” Leaning forward, he brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek in a gesture so tender her legs almost buckled. “What are you afraid of?”
“I don’t know,” she stammered, pleading for him to understand. “You don’t really know me, Jesse. You may think you do, but you don’t.”
A subtle change came over him and for a wild, heart-stopping moment, she thought she’d lost him.
“I do know you, Lexie. I know a lot more than you think.”
He sat back and studied her.
I know that you’re a skilled chef. I know that you’re generous when it comes to sharing your knowledge with others. I know you’re compassionate, and you’re probably a loyal friend.
She opened her mouth to speak and he held up a hand.
“I know that you care about others. That you quit your job over the restaurant’s poor treatment of your suppliers... good people who relied on your business. I know you chew on your lip when you’re unsure, and I also know that within a few days, you’ve instilled an unshakable loyalty in Carly and Brandon. Those two kids would do anything for you.” He glanced over her shoulder. “I could go on, but speaking of the devil, Carly’s on her way over here. He leaned forward again and the air between them sizzled. “We’ll talk about this some more, later.”
He looked up. “Hi Carly.”
“Hello, Mr. Cooper.”
“I’ve told you. Call me Jesse. Or Coop, if you prefer.”
Carly frowned and turned to Lexie. “I came to tell you that the power is back on, and we have some customers. They saw the closed sign, but when the power came on, they said they’d wait.”
“How many?”
“Eight adults and a couple of kids. I thought maybe if we’re going to cook for Larry’s crew...” Her voice trailed off.
“You’re right. Sure, tell them they can stay if they don’t mind waiting.” Lexie turned to Jesse. “Will you be having lunch as well?”
“Why not?”
Lexie gave him a wry smile. “Why not, indeed.”
“MR. COOPER?”
Jesse looked up as Brandon approached the table he shared with Larry and Luc.
“I was wondering if you could spare some time after lunch to talk to me and a couple of my friends.” He glanced toward Larry. “Mr. Cousins and I talked a bit yesterday.”
“He was just filling me in, as a matter of fact.” Jesse nodded toward the counter, where a few gangly youths had taken up residence on the stools. “Are those your friends?”
“Yes. I hope you don’t mind, but I called them when I saw you arrive.”
Jesse looked toward Larry, who nodded his approval.
“Now is as good a time as any. Ask them to come over.”
Introductions were made and Jesse and Larry shook hands with the new arrivals.
“So,” said Jesse, looking at each of them for several moments. “How can we help you?”
Jean-Marc shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “That’s a big question, Mr. Cooper.”
“Call me Jesse, or Coop.”
“Okay, Mr. – er, Mr. Coop.”
Jesse smiled. “Let’s approach this another way. What are your goals?”
“Wow. Nobody ever asked me that before.”
“They must have asked you in school.” Jesse smiled to soften the rebuke.
“Yeah, but we answer some questions on a standard form and nobody follows up. They shove a bunch of brochures in your hand about career choices and that’s it.”
“Fair enough.” Jesse switched his attention to Brandon. “You’ve had more time to think about this. What are your plans?”
“That’s easy. I’d like to start with a truck selling fries.”
“You mean like a food truck.”
“Yes. I’m obviously a few years away from that, but you asked what our goals are, and that’s mine. I hope to find work in one of the beachside food stands this summer. I don’t think practical experience will be too hard to get, but I would also need to learn the financial side. And then there are the permits and everything that goes with that. As Mr. Cousins said, a lot of us need mentors for that kind of stuff. Not someone to do the work for us, but someone to steer us in the right direction.”
Jesse turned back to Jean-Marc. “What about you? What are you really passionate about?”
“Passionate?”
“Yeah. You must have seen someone doing something and thought “I’d really like to do that... forget about how outrageous it might seem.”
Understanding dawned in the young man’s eyes. “It’s nothing glamorous, but I saw a man setting tile once and thought I’d really like to do that. But I have no idea how to learn. I mean, they don’t exactly offer tile setting in shop class.”
“Good man.” Jesse gave him a pat on the back. “Now how about you two?” He spoke to the other two teens, and discovered that one had an interest in learning how to build log homes, and one was keen to learn web design.
“You know,” said Brandon during a lull in the conversation, “there are a lot of kids at school who could really use some inspiration. We’re all at loose ends since the Youth Centre closed, but if we could get together, say once a week and bring someone in to talk to us, it would make a huge difference.”
“I was thinking about that,” said Jesse. “You could use help with things like putting together a business plan, and setting up an accounting system. Not all of you are going to start your own businesses, but those who do need to know the basic requirements. Come to think of it, that sort of knowledge benefits everyone, not just business owners.” He took a breath and looked to Larry for confirmation. “Larry and I would like to try to re-open the Youth Centre, but we want the four of you and anyone else who’s interested to start a fund-raising campaign. For every dollar you raise, Larry and I will put in ten. But we’re going to leave it up to you to contact city hall and bring us the details on what’s required to re-open it. They’ll want a responsible caretaker, and I have someone in mind.”
“Hey, there’s a kitchen at the Youth Centre.” Brandon’s enthusiasm bubbled to the surface. “If the kids start coming around, I could look into selling food.”
Jesse laughed. “Don’t get carried away, but sure, find out about that, too.”
“Jesse,” said Brandon, suddenly serious. “And Mr. Cousins. Why are you doing this for us?”
Larry looked at Jesse. “Because there was nobody around to help us when we started.” They began to laugh at the same time, and Larry continued. “Both of us made some incredibly poor decisions that could have been avoided with a little guidance. Our mistakes made us stronger, but I don’t recommend you follow our lead.” He rose. “And now, if you don’t mind, I should get in an hour or two of work before I leave.”
* * *
CARLY WAS UNUSUALLY quiet as she cleaned up the kitchen.
“Are you feeling left out?” Lexie looked outside, where the meeting was breaking up.
“What?” Carly smiled. “No, I was just day dreaming. I already know what I want to do.”
“Feel like sharing?”
“I want to open a small restaurant. More of a tea room, really. I’d like to specialize in desserts, and light lunches, but I have a feeling I probably need to open for breakfast as well to make a go of it.” She gave a small, self-conscious laugh. “I have time to work it out. First, I need to learn to make pastry as well as you.”
“I do enjoy it,” said Lexie, wrapping the last of the pastry dough and slipping it into the cooler. “They say you need a light hand, and from what I can see, you have that. I’ll be happy to teach you all I can while I’m here.”
“Thank you, Lexie.”
“You’re welcome,” she said distractedly. Jesse and Larry had walked to the edge of the deck and were conversing casually.
Carly cocked her head to one side and looked at the two men. “You like him, don’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.
Lexie turned to deny it, but thought better of the idea. “Does it show?”
“Oh yeah.” Carly came to stand beside her and pretended to fan her face. “That’s one fine looking man you’ve got there.”
Lexie shook her head. “I don’t have him.” She could still feel his thumb on her bottom lip, still smell his after-shave.
“Oh no?” Carly turned away with a laugh. “We’ll see about that.”
* * *
“THOSE KIDS ARE GOING to be a handful.” Larry directed an amused glance at Jesse. “Reminds me of us at that age.”
“I enjoyed hearing them talk, and I like the fact that they have reasonable goals. None of them want to take over the world.” He raised an eyebrow. “At least not yet.”
“We’re lucky to have this opportunity to help them.” Larry gazed into the distance. “I hope we still feel the same way a year from now.”
“We’re bound to run into some problems along the way, but we have a secret weapon.”
“Which is?”
Jesse turned to his friend. “They’re in on this from the get-go. It’s their project, not something that’s being handed to them. In my experience, peer pressure can solve just about any problem that pops up. They’re going to fight for this and they won’t want to give it up easily.”
“Good point.” Larry leaned on the railing and thought for a while. “According to Brandon, it was Lexie who lit a fire under both him and Carly. She believed in them, and that’s all it took.
“I know.” Jesse tried to keep the pride out of his voice.
Larry pretended not to notice. “She’s done a lot for this place in a few days. You gotta keep her, man.”
“I intend to.”
Larry gave him a knowing look. “I meant for cooking.”
Jesse frowned. “So did I.”
Larry laughed out loud. “Yeah, right.” He punched Jesse in the arm and walked away.
Jesse straightened and watched his friend’s retreating back. Larry had always been able to read him, and it looked like that hadn’t changed. But his friend’s words were enough to give him pause. Was he about to break his rule about not becoming personally involved with an employee? Of course Lexie wasn’t technically an employee yet because she hadn’t accepted his offer.
A sticky wicket, as the Brits would say. A conundrum. A problem, and one that required further study. He strode purposefully into the kitchen.
“How many more days?” he asked without preamble.
“Three.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s it.”
“Very well,” he said. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
Carly looked from one to the other and tried to hide her smile.
“Here?”
“No, in Victoria. Let’s do something unexpected and go to Bistro Provencal.”
Much as she hated to admit it, Lexie was curious to see how the restaurant was getting along without her. Not that she wished them any bad luck, but...
“Okay.”
“Shall I fly up for you?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. Why don’t I meet you there?” She turned to Carly. “You can open by yourself on Saturday, can’t you? You were doing it before I came along.”
Carly nodded.
Lexie turned back to Jesse. “All right. I’ll meet you at six thirty in the bar at the Bistro.”
“Done.” His gaze lingered on her lips for much longer than necessary, and her body started to come alive in places that had been dormant for too long. “See you then.”
* * *
“DAAAAD!” LUC DRAGGED his feet and Jesse was forced to slow down. “Wait.”
Jesse had been so focused on Lexie, he hadn’t paid attention to Luc’s protestations. “What is it, Son?”
Luc held out a small, misshapen piece of driftwood. “I made this for Lexie.”
Jesse kneeled down and examined it studiously. “What is it?”
A slow grin blossomed on Luc’s face. “It’s a key chain! Lexie needs one so she doesn’t lose her key to the cabin.” Luc held it up proudly. “Brandon helped me put the wire on it.”
A small hole had been drilled in the wood – no doubt by one of the construction workers – and a thin piece of twisted wire acted as a makeshift chain.
“It’s the Big Bad Wolf,” he said proudly, pointing to what, with a great deal of imagination, might be the wolf’s head. “I made it so she won’t forget me.”
Emotion clogged Jesse’s throat, but he forced himself to speak normally. “Well we can’t have that, can we?” He took Luc’s hand. “Come on, let’s see if she’s still in the kitchen.”
Lexie looked up as they entered the kitchen, and the look on her face when she spotted Luc melted Jesse’s heart.
“Well hello there,” she said, smiling down at him. “If it isn’t my friend the Big Bad Wolf.”
Luc’s grin just about split his face. “This is for you,” he said, handing her the piece of wood. “It’s so you won’t lose your key.”
“It’s beautiful,” said Lexie, turning it over and over. “Did you make it yourself?”
“Brandon helped,” he announced. “It’s supposed to be the Big Bad Wolf, see?” He turned it toward her and she nodded solemnly. “Yes, I can see that.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Luc. I love it.” She examined it again, then clutched it to her chest.
“I knew you would,” he said, then turned to Jesse. “Okay, we can go now.”
Jesse shrugged and held out his hand for his son. “Looks like we’re leaving,” he said with a smile.
Luc’s small figure bounced along beside Jesse all the way down to the dock. It wasn’t until the big radial engine started up that she loosened her grip on the piece of wood and pressed it against her lips.
* * *
“I LIKE HER, DAD.” LUC adjusted his headset as though he’d been doing it all his life. “I really like her.” He waited several moments. “Do you like her Dad?”
Jesse smiled. “Yeah, Bud, I do... a lot.”
TRAFFIC CLOSED IN AROUND Lexie as she approached the downtown. How could she have forgotten in only a few days what it was like to drive in the city? If she hadn’t needed the strappy high heels in her locker at New Beginnings she wouldn’t have gone within five miles of the place, but she wanted to look her best tonight.
“Hello, stranger.” Jodi eyed her cautiously. “I see you survived. As a matter of fact, you look great.”
“Thanks, I feel great.”
“So.” Jodi leaned an elbow on the counter. “Where did you end up? I’ve been imagining you walking on the beach somewhere, your hair blowing in the wind.”
Lexie grinned. “Close, but no cigar.”
“Come on, girl. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Wait. Let me go grab a bottle of water. Want one?”
“I’d love it.”
Lexie returned with two bottles and handed one to her friend. “You won’t believe this, but I ended up working in the kitchen of a diner part way up the island. It’s in a small little place called Arbutus Cove.”
“Never heard of it.”
“See? I told you it was small. But the story gets better.”
Jodi tipped up her bottle. “I hope so. So far it’s a real snore.”
“Come on, Jodi. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Okay, okay.”
“Now that I’m telling you this, it sounds almost unbelievable. I mean who walks into a restaurant where the cook didn’t show up, then goes into the kitchen to cook their own food?”
“You, evidently.”
“Yeah, well...” Her thoughts drifted off a moment. “Anyway, the owner showed up the second day and you’ll never guess who he is.”
Jodi yawned and patted her mouth.
“Jodi come on, play along.”
The studio owner rolled her eyes. “Okay, who is he?”
Lexie leaned across the counter and lowered her voice. “The same man I’ve been watching through your window. You know... the pilot? Only he isn’t a pilot. He owns Coastal Air. No, wait. He’s a pilot and he owns Coastal Air.”
“Whoa. Let me get this straight. The man you’ve been obsessing over owns Coastal Air, plus he owns this little place you’ve been working.”
“I didn’t exactly obsess over him.” She paused. “Did I?”
“Only every time you saw him.”
Lexie tossed her hair. “Well if you’re going to be like that, I guess I won’t tell you that I’m meeting him for dinner tonight.”
“Where?”
Lexie couldn’t resist a smug smile. “Bistro Provencal.”
“You’re kidding. This just gets better and better.”
“Why not? They have good food. Or at least, they used to.”
Jodi studied her for a moment.
“You’re different, Lexie. What happened to you up there?”
Lexie couldn’t meet her friend’s eyes. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this guy.”
“Come on, Jodi. It’s just a date. I barely know him.”
“That’s good.” Jodi reached under the counter, pulled out a newspaper and tossed it across the counter. “Because they say he’s one of the most eligible bachelors in town.”
Jodi tried not to look, but her eyes were drawn inexorably to the article. “What’s this?” she asked, her throat suddenly dry. “It says something about a fundraiser.” Jesse grinned at her from the newsprint, mouth-wateringly handsome in a tux, his arm around an attractive blonde.
“Who’s the woman?” Her voice didn’t sound like her own.
“Let’s see.” Jodi pulled the newspaper back to her side of the counter. “Sylvia MacMillan.” She read for a moment, and her face fell. “Do you want me to read it to you?”
“Sure. Might as well hear the worst.”
“Okay, here goes.”
‘CNVI, Vancouver Island’s local television station, kicks off their annual fundraising week with a gala event at Crystal Garden. The highlight of the night will be a bachelor auction, featuring such notable locals as Jesse Cooper, owner of Coastal Air. Cooper is pictured here with Sylvia MacMillan, his long-time girlfriend, and employee of CNVI.’ She scanned the rest of the article and shoved the paper under the counter. “They don’t say when the auction takes place. I’m sorry, Lex. I didn’t mean to be a downer.”
“It’s okay.” Lexie offered a weak smile. And it was okay... at least that’s what she’d keep telling herself. But if everything was so okay, why did her heart feel like someone had stomped on it? She dug through her locker and yanked out the heels. If she was going to go down in flames, at least she’d look good doing it!
* * *
“THANKS,” SAID LEXIE, handing the cab driver a generous tip. He drove off and she turned toward the building where she’d worked for almost five years. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d entered from the front; tonight’s experience was surreal in more ways than one.
“Shoulders back.” She heard her mother’s voice. “Show you’re confident and no-one will ever doubt you.”
“Easy for you to say,” Lexie muttered to herself, and pushed open the door.
“Good evening mademoiselle.” Gaetan the maitre d’ greeted her with a smile. “Good to see you again.”
“Thanks, Gaetan. How is your son?”
“Recovering nicely,” he said with a grin. “I wish I could say he’s learned his lesson about climbing trees, but that’s not likely.” He nodded toward the far corner of the bar. “Your party is waiting.”
“Thank you.” A few customers looked up and nodded as she passed, but her attention was on Jesse. Dressed simply in a crisp white open-necked shirt and a dark jacket, she looked at him through fresh eyes. And no matter what it said in the newspaper, he was here with her, and what she saw made her heart race. Eligible or not, he was definitely one of the most appealing men in Victoria.
He rose, took her hand and leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. “I was hoping you’d wear your hair down,” he murmured, his scent doing strange things to her equilibrium. “You look beautiful, Lexie.”
“Thank you.” She looked at him boldly. His hair, usually wild and wind-blown was almost under control tonight; apparently he’d made an effort to tame it. His cheeks were clean-shaven, and she wasn’t sure if she liked him better this way. Masculinity rolled off Jesse Cooper in waves, and she’d need all her wits not to get caught up in the tsunami.
She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I confess, I was a bit nervous about coming here tonight.”
He laid a hand on hers. “Hold that thought,” he murmured, and looked up at their server. “What would you like to drink?”
Lexie looked up. “Oh, hello Joel. How are you?”
“Fine,” he said, pretending not to notice Jesse holding her hand. “May I bring you something to drink?”
“A glass of dry white wine, please.”
“And for you, Mr. Cooper?”
“Glenfiddich, please. No ice.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Lexie leaned into him. “Mr. Cooper. I’m impressed.”
Jesse gave a non-committal shrug. “I had to make a reservation.”
“Of course. I sometimes forget about all this front-of-the-house stuff.”
Jesse turned her hand over and described little circles on her palm. “Now, what were you saying about being nervous?”
Lexie was glad she was sitting down. She drew her hand away with an apologetic smile. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“I’ll remember that.” He looked into her eyes. “You were saying?”
“I keep expecting to see Chris.” She ducked her head. “Call me a wimp, but I hate conflict.”
Jesse looked around the room, his gaze lingering on each staff member. “Not a problem,” he said firmly.
“What do you mean?”
He sat back as their drinks were delivered and didn’t speak again until Joel had left. “Chris has been let go. Fired.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded and took a sip of his Scotch. “Nectar,” he said.
“But how?”
“In the usual way, I suppose. Something along the lines of ‘your services are no longer required’.”
“Come on, Jesse.” When he didn’t respond, she pulled back and looked at him. “You’re not kidding, are you?”
“Not about this,” he said, his tone deadly serious. “Okay, I have a confession of my own. When you first told me about the guy, I mentioned it to a friend of mine who’s in the know. I was speaking to him again today about something else and he told me that Chris had been fired.” He leaned closer. “Don’t tell me you feel sorry for him.”
“Not at all.” She reached for her wine. “I’m just surprised, is all.”
He watched her with interest. “Let me tell you a little story. There’s a well-known businessman here in town with an interesting way of letting people go. He gives them a pat on the back, a firm handshake, and tells them he’s giving them a chance to pursue a different career path.”
“At the end of the day, they’re still fired.”
Jesse met her gaze unflinchingly. “And most of them deserve to be.”
Lexie took a sip of wine. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Fair enough. You know, I had a feeling you’d order white wine.”
She ran her fingers up and down the stem of her wine glass. “Are you saying I’m predictable?”
“No. Well, maybe.” He stilled her hand with a touch. “Why don’t you tell me something surprising about yourself. Something I’d never guess.”
She thought for a few moments. “I can’t think of anything. What about you?”
“I’M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS,” Jesse said promptly.
“You’re making that up.”
Jesse shook his head. “I wish I was.” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, lost in thought. “It started when my Dad took me hiking in Strathcona Park. He always had climbing equipment in the truck with him, and one day he suggested that we do what he called a beginner’s climb.” He shuddered. “I should have known better, because I was always a little nervous in high places, but I wanted to make him proud. He hadn’t planned our route very well, and I got stuck part way up. To make a long story short, I had to be airlifted down. I heard the rescue guys talking among themselves that the climb wasn’t suitable for a novice, but it was still the most humiliating day of my life.”
“So your Dad taught you how to fly instead.”
He gave her an odd look. “No, that was the end of our bonding. We’re not estranged or anything, but we don’t see that much of each other.”
“Does he live here in Victoria?”
Jesse gave a short, dry laugh. “He lives on the ocean most of the time. He makes his living crewing for yacht races.”
“You can make a living doing that?”
“Experienced sailors can. The owners of these boats have deep pockets.”
“I suppose so.” She studied her wine. “So are you afraid now... when you fly?”
“Fortunately not.” He relaxed against the banquette. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing.” His gaze lingered on her face and dropped to her lips. “Almost anything else.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Cooper, Miss Swinton. Your table is ready.”
They studied the menu and every once in a while Jesse asked a question about a dish, but Lexie found herself wishing she could have a hamburger and some home-style mac and cheese. A few months ago, she’d offered gourmet lobster mac and cheese on special here at the Bistro, but in spite of the popularity of the dish, Chris had claimed it didn’t fit in with their other offerings. Looking back now, there had been a lot of similar clashes. Perhaps if she’d stood up to him more, she wouldn’t be here now – a customer in the restaurant where she used to be chef.
“Hello Lexie. I heard you were out here.” Sandy, her former sous-chef bent at the waist. “Mr. Cooper,” he said, with a slight inclination of his head. “I came to welcome you and see if you have any questions.”
“Thanks, Sandy. How is everything going?” She gestured to Jesse. “I’m sorry. Sandoval Garcia, this is Jesse Cooper, a friend of mind.”
Lexie caught a flare of interest in Sandy’s eyes. Not surprising, she supposed, as none of the staff had ever seen her on a formal date. “Are you ‘Chef’ now?”
“Nothing is official yet, but I’m filling in.” He studied her for a moment, then lowered his voice. “I can see you’re well. You left so quickly, we all worried that perhaps you were sick.”
“I’m doing very well, thanks.” Lexie looked around the dimly lit restaurant and wondered why she’d ever allowed a job to control her life. “As a matter of fact, I’m better than I’ve been for a long time.” She looked across at Jesse, who was sipping his scotch and watching the interaction. “I’ve been working at a diner up-island at Arbutus Cove.”
Sandy recoiled. “A diner?”
Lexie enjoyed his reaction. “Yes,” she said. “And I’m loving it. We serve real food to real people. We have a fabulous view over the water. In a week or so, we’ll have an outside deck and I plan to buy some hummingbird feeders. The area seems to attract them.”
“It sounds...” Sandy groped for words. “Interesting.”
Lexie laughed, and was aware of several diners turning in their direction. “That’s the way a woman describes her friend’s dress when she hates it. But it is interesting” she said, moderating her tone. “Drive up someday, and I’ll make you a hamburger.”
“Does that mean you’re not coming back?” His tone was curious and hopeful at the same time.
Lexie glanced across the table at Jesse. “I have a couple more days to make up my mind, but it’s looking like I’ll stay.”
“Well, good luck to you.” He glanced back toward the kitchen. “I’d better get back to work. Let me know if I can do anything for you while you’re here.”
Jesse leaned forward and feathered his fingertips over the back of her hand. “That’s the best news I’ve had this week.” He pulled back and held up both hands. “I know you haven’t formally accepted, but a guy can hope, can’t he?”
Lexie smiled. “It’s good to feel wanted.” She waved a hand in front of her face. “I mean professionally.”
“I know what you meant.” His voice turned husky. “And I want you as well. Both professionally and personally.”
“Jesse...” She warned him with a stern look.
“What’s the matter with that? I thought we agreed we’re adults.”
“You were the one who said that. I don’t recall agreeing.”
“Okay, let’s change the subject. Would you come back here if they offered you the job, and met all your demands?”
“Wow.” She turned the question around in her mind, examining it from all sides. “I hadn’t thought about that. But right off the top of my head, I think my answer would be no. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m happy these days.”
“What you said was that you were loving it.” Jesse held her gaze.
Lexie felt the blush rise into her cheeks but she ignored it. “All right, I’m loving it.” She ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. “Maybe it’s my time.”
One raised eyebrow was his reply.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve worked now for just shy of five years and I’ve been fairly successful.”
Jesse nodded.
“So maybe it’s my time to start giving back. Perhaps not on the same scale as what you and Larry are proposing, but I’d like to do my bit.” She looked slowly around the restaurant. “This was great while it lasted, but it’s time to move on. I’ve had more pleasure out of showing Brandon how to make fries, and teaching Carly how to make pastry than anything I’ve done for the past couple of years.” She paused for a moment, thankful that Jesse remained silent, allowing her space for her thoughts. “Not to mention cooking for Larry and his crew. They dig into the food with real appreciation.”
Jesse nodded. “They’ve mentioned the food more than once.”
“It’s almost metaphorical,” Lexie said, speaking softly to herself. “Going from the darkness of this restaurant to the light of the diner.” She blinked, as though she’d been away somewhere, and focused on Jesse. “You realize, of course, that we’re going to be swamped with customers when they discover that outside patio.”
“I think you told me that once before.”
She shot him a quick look. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? Well, it’s true.”
The smell of sizzling garlic reached them seconds before their server. “Your appetizers.” He placed fragrant dishes before them. “Careful, the plates are hot.”
“Thank you.” Lexie and Jesse spoke at the same time and the server left.
“Predictable, but I don’t care.” Jesse dunked French bread into the melted butter surrounding the escargots. “Did you know this is one of the few restaurants in town you can get simple escargots like this? They’re serving them in cream sauce or some such abomination.” He popped one into his mouth and closed his eyes.
Lexie forced herself to look away. The expression on his face was one of pure unadulterated pleasure, and she experienced a raw, visceral response deep in her gut. She’d never known a man who was so open with his feelings; a man who didn’t play games. What would it be like to make love with this man? She only had to look at him across the table to feel his raw male appeal... an appeal she was tired of resisting.
“I thought of something,” she blurted, eager to change the subject.
He took his time opening his eyes and focusing on her. A slow, sensual grin started at the corner of his mouth and worked its way up to his eyes, and for a moment she had the strangest feeling that he could read her most intimate thoughts.
“What’s that?” he asked, but didn’t give her time to respond. Instead, he reached across the table, speared one of her escargots and raised it to her lips. She opened automatically, while his gaze held her transfixed. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he murmured, his voice like liquid velvet. “No, I don’t think you do.”
Lexie swallowed, and licked a drop of butter from her bottom lip. Jesse groaned and sat back. “That’s what I get for interrupting,” he said apologetically. But from the look on his face, he wasn’t at all sorry. “What were you saying?”
“We were supposed to think of something surprising about ourselves.”
He gestured for her to continue.
“I can play the violin.”
He paused in the act of spearing another escargot. “Really? Now that does surprise me.”
Lexie couldn’t hide her smug smile. “See? I’m not so hopeless after all.”
“Hold on there.” Something akin to anger sparked in his eyes. “On your worst day you couldn’t be hopeless.”
“Really?” His words were like sunshine after a month of rain. She hated the childish need for validation, but she’d take it. Except that she’d rather not talk about that.
He seemed to sense her reticence, and a curious smile replaced the anger that had surfaced so briefly. “So,” he said. “A violin-playing chef. Now that’s an unusual combination.” He pushed the remaining escargots aside and leaned forward. “Tell me.”
She studied him across the table. Was she really going to tell this man something she’d never told anyone else? The answer was a resounding yes.
“When I was nine, my parents bought me a violin, and arranged lessons. Nowadays they start children at a much younger age, but this is my story and that’s the way it was. Anyway, in the back of my young mind I reasoned that the lessons would go on for a year or so until they discovered that I wasn’t interested, or talented, or both, and that would be the end of it.” She started to rip a chunk of bread into tiny pieces. “Then when I was ten, my mother presented me with a violin from a famous French maker, and I knew my life was about to change.”
“What happened?”
She gave a short, dry laugh. “That was the beginning of five years of hell. I hated every moment of it, but she was determined that I was going to become at least good enough to play with a symphony somewhere.”
Jesse shook his head. “I don’t get it. Where did this compulsion come from? Was your mother a frustrated violin player herself?”
Lexie allowed her gaze to sweep over the other diners, then forced herself to turn back to him. “My mother is Anastasia Swinton.”
Jesse stilled. “Anastasia Swinton. The opera singer?”
“Yes.”
“Good Lord.” He picked up his glass and drained the last few drops. “I didn’t make the connection, even though I know your name is Swinton.”
“Nobody does,” she said softly. “A fact for which I’m grateful.”
“So then what happened?” The compassion in his eyes almost brought her to tears. “I gather that Mummy isn’t the warm fuzzy type.”
Sharing the memories with Jesse wasn’t as hard as she’d imagined it might be, and she found herself telling him of the long, painful months while her parents were gone, only to face her mother’s disappointment on her return.
“I started spending time in the kitchen.” She looked into the distance as she recalled those days. “Cook was good to me, and allowed me to watch while she was baking. Like most kids, I started by decorating cookies. Eventually I graduated to making cupcakes, and tarts. I recall making lemon tarts for my mom, and she actually ate one! I was so proud that day.”
“Where was your Dad in all this?”
“Oh, he was there. Now that I’m a bit older, I can see that she completely dominated him... at least at home. He’s a production designer, and works closely with my mother on her appearances. He hires out to do other productions as well, but he sets his schedule around hers.”
“And Switzerland?” Jesse looked up as their server brought their main courses, but ignored his food. “How did you manage to break free to attend culinary school?”
“Unbeknownst to me, my mother had set a time limit for me to become a virtuoso. One day she simply announced that I didn’t have to take lessons any longer. I suspect that my instructor had something to do with her decision as well.”
“You must have been ecstatic.”
Lexie grinned. “You have no idea.” She looked down at her food, then back up at Jesse. “Thank you for listening. I’ve never told anyone that before.”
“Then I’m doubly flattered.” He cut into his steak. “I don’t remember ordering this, but it looks good.” He took a few bites. “What’s it like, living with famous parents?”
“I’m not sure. They’d come home, and the whole household would revolve around them, then poof! They’d be gone.” Her tone softened. “But there were those happy years when we’d go to the cottage in Ontario. I treasure every memory I have of those times.”
“Which is why you like the cabin so much. Up at Arbutus Cove.”
She leaned her elbows on the table, not caring about propriety. “Which is why you need to make memories with Luc now. I’m sure you already know this, but he’ll remember these years for the rest of his life.” She reached into her purse and pulled out the key chain. “This is one of my most prized possessions.” Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “He’s such a lovable kid. I can see why you care about him so much.” She picked up her table napkin, dabbed her eyes and spoke brightly. “So tell me about your mother. We’ve covered everything else.”
He gave his head a slow shake. “She left my dad when I was eighteen. Hated the fact that he was gone all the time. Married an American fellow she met at a campground, if you can believe that. Lives in Oklahoma now.”
“Is she happy?”
Jesse thought for a moment. “Yeah, she is.” He met Lexie’s eyes. “And that’s what’s important, I suppose.”
“It’s everything” she sighed, and for the first time Lexie allowed herself to dream of a future with this man.
* * *
THEY LINGERED OVER coffee, discussing ways they could help the youth of Arbutus Cove. Lexie was surprised to learn that Jesse had contacted the family of Sean, the diner’s former cook.
“They’d been worried about him for some time and were about to stage an intervention, but he surprised them. He went to his first AA meeting a couple of days after he left the diner, and from where he lives, he’s able to attend a meeting almost every night.” He nudged the glass of Calvados across the table. “Here, try this. I think you’ll like it.”
Lexie took a small sip and was pleasantly surprised. “I like it,” she said. “But what about Sean?”
“I spoke to him this morning and we’re going to get together within a week or two.”
Lexie stiffened. “You’re going to ask him back?”
“No, but I did learn that he’s more than just a short-order cook. He has formal training and worked in a couple of the big hotels in the Rockies. I’m not sure if it was the pressure of working in those situations or his drinking, but he was able to hold himself together for the few years he was at the diner.”
Lexie didn’t understand. “So why are you talking to him?”
“I learned that kids – mainly teenagers – relate to him. In spite of his drinking, he’s liked in the community, and Larry and I are considering asking him to be the adult presence in the Youth Centre if we can get it re-opened. We trust the kids, but the municipality will require an adult.” He took a sip of Calvados. “It’s a win-win situation if it works out and if not...” His voice trailed off. “Larry knows about Janie, and he’s worried that I’m out to save the world as a way to make up for what happened to her.” He looked into Lexie’s eyes. “Does it seem that way to you?”
“Maybe a little, but does that matter?” She reached across the table and took his hand. “You’re a good man, Jesse. It’s when we stop caring that we really need to worry.”
“I suppose so.” He stroked the back of her hand with a thumb. “How did we get so serious?”
Lexie shrugged. “It’s called real conversation. I much prefer it to dates where you trade inanities back and forth all night, just waiting to go home and jump into bed.”
His head snapped up. “I didn’t say I’m not interested in bed.” A slow, sexy smile curved his lips. “Although I wouldn’t put it quite like that.”
Lexie challenged him. “And how would you put it?”
“The term ‘going to bed’ just doesn’t cut it for me. I prefer ‘making love’.”
“There’s a difference?”
“With me there is.” His voice, low and intimate, sent rivers of longing coursing through her body.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Lexie’s tone matched his. “You give a girl a lot to think about.”
“Good,” he said, raising a hand to their server, who had been lingering in the background. “I think I’d better get you home if you plan to go back to the diner in the morning.” He scribbled his name on the check and offered her his hand.
Accepting his assistance, Lexie rose and leaned into him when his arm went around her waist. It was a long time since she’d taken strength from a man – either physically or emotionally, and it felt good.
“Thank you,” he said simply, delivering her to her door. “I enjoyed that.”
“I did too,” she said, scarcely recognizing her own breathless voice.
“We’ll do this again,” he promised, cupping her cheek with one large hand. His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment before he lowered his head and nibbled softly on her bottom lip. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since the first day we met,” he said. “But then you already know that.”
She nodded, mute.
“I’ve wanted to do that and more. But as I said before, I can wait.” He pulled back and looked at her as though memorizing her features. “Good night, Lexie; I’ll call you.”
Once inside, her unsteady legs carried her to the window in time to see him drive away. She brought her fingertips to her lip where it still sizzled from his kiss. Was Jesse Cooper going to break her heart? She wasn’t sure she cared any more... not when he affected her like this.
“HOW WAS YOUR DATE?” Carly greeted her with a saucy grin the next morning. “Did he dress up?”
Lexie tried to recall. She could remember every touch, his scent, the timbre of his voice and the way he made her feel, but she had to concentrate when it came to his clothes.
“Oh yes,” she said finally. “He wore a crisp white shirt, open at the neck, and a dark jacket.”
“Yummy.” Carly turned a dozen slices of bacon and cracked half a dozen eggs on the flat-top. “A few of the guys are having a late breakfast.”
Lexie nodded. “All right. While you take care of that, I’ll put together some chicken pot pies and some mac and cheese for lunch. Where’s Brandon this morning?”
“He’ll be along later to help at lunch. I think he’s at City Hall checking on something to do with the Youth Centre.”
They worked companionably, with Carly delivering the food to the deck while Lexie manned the kitchen.
Lexie grabbed a pot of fresh coffee. “I’ll see if they want refills,” she said and walked out into the sunshine. A good-natured group, the construction workers greeted her warmly, and she was pleased to discover that she knew all of their names. One of them drew her aside and inquired about setting up a special brunch for his grandmother’s birthday. Lexie offered several menu suggestions, and they’d just agreed to discuss it further with the man’s wife when movement inside the restaurant caught her eye. She looked up, and her jaw dropped.
“Hello, Lexie.”
“Chris! What are you doing here?” He stood in the opening between the outside patio and the inside area. Her stomach roiled to see him in a place where she’d finally found contentment.
“So.” He glanced around, his gaze sweeping briefly over Larry’s crew before returning to her. “I should have known you’d end up in a joint like this.”
There was something wrong about him showing up like this, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. What was he talking about? Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to let him disparage the diner. And for damn sure, she wasn’t going to let him push her around.
Larry’s crew watched with interest, and a couple of them partially rose in their seats, ready to come to her aid.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I know him.”
She turned back. “I work here, Chris and I don’t appreciate you barging in like this.” She lowered her voice and led him back inside the restaurant. “I know you were let go, but I can assure you I had nothing to do with that.”
“Sure you didn’t.” Hatred blazed from his eyes. “Do you think I’m stupid or something?”
She refused to back down. “No, Chris, I don’t think you’re stupid, but...”
He cut her off with an abrupt slash of his hand. “You can forget the goody-goody act. I know all about you and Cooper. I know he took you to the Bistro last night. Was it a full service date?”
She stared at him, uncomprehending.
“Come on, Lexie. Don’t feel badly if you slept with him. Everyone else does.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. “You know Jesse?”
“ ‘Jesse’,” he said, his tone mocking. “You bet I know him, particularly since he fired me.”
Lexie frowned. “Okay, Chris. You’ve got me. What in the world are you talking about?”
He was silent for a moment and she saw comprehension dawn in his eyes. “You don’t know, do you?” He threw back his head and laughed. It was a bitter, ugly sound. “You really are a stupid bitch, Lexie. Jesse Cooper owns the Bistro.”
Lexie heaved a sigh of relief. Chris was mixed up. “No, Chris, you’ve got it backwards.” She spread her hands to encompass the diner. “Jesse owns this restaurant, not the Bistro.”
Larry had risen silently to stand behind her and she turned to him now. “Explain to him, Larry. Chris is the former manager of Bistro Provencal in Victoria and he seems to think that Jesse owns that restaurant as well.”
Larry couldn’t meet her eyes. “He does own the Bistro, Lexie. He’s owned it for six months now.”
Lexie watched his mouth form the words but there must be something wrong with her hearing. Had he just said that Jesse owned the Bistro?
“But,” she said, struggling to make sense of it all, “if that’s true, why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t he say something?”
“Because he’s a lying bastard, that’s why.”
She’d forgotten about Chris. She turned to him now, her words icy cold. “Stop it,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm. “Haven’t you done enough already?”
Chris’s smirk was wiped out as Larry seized him by the arm. “You’re not welcome here,” said the foreman. “I’ll see you to your car.” Chris tried to bluster, but two of Larry’s crew appeared behind him, and he wisely let himself be led out.
Lexie staggered backward and sat down heavily in one of the inside booths. All sound faded into the background as she tried to sort out what had just happened. Snatches of Chris’ tirade bounced around inside her head. ‘Don’t feel badly if you slept with him. Everyone else does.’ ‘You really are a stupid bitch’ and ‘Jesse Cooper owns the Bistro’.
None of it made sense. She looked up as Larry came back into the restaurant. “Is it true, Larry?” As she spoke, she shook her head. “Tell me it’s not true.”
He sat down and looked at her across the table. “I’m sorry, Lexie. I had no idea you didn’t know.”
“But...” She closed her eyes. “I worked there. Did you know that?”
He nodded.
She was getting a headache. “None of this makes sense,” she said, almost to herself.
“Lexie.” Larry rose and leaned over the table, his voice low and intent. “This is something you have to sort out with Jesse. I don’t feel comfortable talking about it.”
She searched his face. “I understand,” she said finally. “Thanks for your help.”
“It was the least I could do.”
She smiled up at him through her pain. It wasn’t Larry’s fault that Jesse had lied to her. She dropped her head into her hands and relived the first real conversation she’d had with Jesse. She’d told him about working at the Bistro, and he’d had lots of opportunity to tell her he was the owner at that point. A chill tiptoed down her spine as she recalled telling him about Chris... about his stealing, and about the way he’d treated the suppliers. While it might be true that he needed to know that information, Jesse had used her to get it, and she wasn’t sure if she could ever forgive him for that.
Technically he hadn’t lied to her, but to her way of thinking, what he’d done was equally as bad – perhaps worse, if that was possible. And to think that she’d been falling in love with him! She really did have the most abominable taste in men.
Energized by her anger, she strode quickly to the kitchen and grabbed her purse. She checked her phone, relieved to see that at least she had some battery life.
“Hello, Lexie.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ve been thinking about you.” An aircraft engine roared in the background and he was silent for a few moments until the sound faded. “How are you this morning?”
“Confused.” She searched for the right words, but nothing came to mind. She should have prepared a speech.
“Lexie? What is it?” The concern in his voice was almost her undoing.
“Chris was just here,” she said, her words devoid of emotion. “You know... Chris Manley from the Bistro?” She emphasized the restaurant name.
An ominous silence greeted her from the other end. When he finally spoke, his tone was brusque. “I’ll be right there,” he said, and disconnected.
Lexie stared at the phone for several long moments. She should call him back and tell him not to bother, but the truth was, she wanted to see him. She wanted to see him now, while her anger still simmered.
She looked up to find Carly watching her. The young woman was obviously confused, but knew better than to ask questions. Lexie turned away from the questioning eyes, then found the strength to turn back.
“I guess you heard most of that,” she said with a trembling smile.
“Yeah.” Carly made a face. “That guy was creepy.”
Lexie rolled her eyes. “And to think I’ve been working with him for almost five years.”
“How did you manage that? I wouldn’t have lasted a week.”
Lexie gave serious consideration to the question. “I let him walk all over me, for the most part. I won’t let that happen again.” She gestured to the oven. “Check the pies, would you? I think they’re done.”
Carly removed the chicken pot pies, their crusts golden brown. Lexie glanced at them and nodded her approval. “Did you know that Jesse owned Bistro Provencal in Victoria?”
The young woman shook her head. “No. I just found out a couple of days ago that you’d worked there.” She offered a shy smile. “You didn’t say much about yourself.”
“How did you learn that?” asked Lexie. But it didn’t really matter. It had never been a secret.
“I don’t remember who told me.” Carly lifted her shoulders. “People gossip, but in your case it was good gossip.”
“They might change their minds if they knew I’d walked out.” Lexie’s top teeth worried her bottom lip. “It was the day before I showed up here. Not a very professional thing to do.”
“What did he do that made you angry enough to quit? Chris, I mean.”
Lexie grinned to herself. Trust Carly to understand that it would have taken something major for her to walk out. She told her about the cheese suppliers.
“You mean Golden Valley? I know Jan and Anneke. Well, I don’t know them all that well, but they’re friends of my aunt. I’ve been to their farm a couple of times.” She paused. “A setback like that could really impact their business.”
“ ‘Impact their business’?” Lexie gave a short laugh. “You’re beginning to sound like a real entrepreneur. But yes, they were our major cheese supplier and that’s why I left.” She sighed and looked around. “And now it looks like I’m going to doing the same thing all over again. I’m going to get a bad reputation, but I can’t stay here.”
Carly’s face fell. “You’re leaving?” She looked around wildly, as though an alternate solution would present itself, then her shoulders slumped. “Please don’t,” she pleaded. “You’re just what this place needs. Maybe Jesse will come up and explain everything.”
Lexie shook her head. “You’re right about that. He’s on his way, but there’s nothing he can say that will change my mind.” She picked up her purse and started to fidget. “I should just leave right now and be done with it.”
“No!” Carly grasped Lexie’s arm, then realizing what she’d done, released it. “Please wait. Please at least listen to what he has to say.”
Carly studied the young woman. “All right,” she said, aware as she spoke that her tone was sulky. “I’ll stay and hear what he has to say. But I’m doing this because you asked, not because I owe him anything.” She turned away before Carly could see the tears welling in her eyes. “I have a few things in the cabin. I think I’ll go and pack them now. Might as well be ready.” She left the restaurant before she changed her mind.
Lexie took the side exit so she wouldn’t have to talk to Larry’s crew, but they were back at work and didn’t notice her as she made her way to her cabin. She’d only occupied it a few nights, and already she hated the thought of leaving, but it had to be done. Everything she’d brought fit into her back pack, and she stood on the front porch for a few moments, breathing in the sweet, fresh air. Then she tossed her back pack into her car and headed for the large rock where she’d waited for him that first day. It seemed fitting to say goodbye at the same spot they’d first met. She sat down to wait.
LEXIE CAME ALERT AT the familiar sound of the powerful Pratt & Whitney engine. She’d relaxed during the short wait and had found herself daydreaming. Dangerous, but so easy to do when it came to Jesse Cooper. The trouble with their relationship – if it could be called a trouble – was that she’d ‘known’ him for so much longer than he’d known her. Watching him all that time through the plate glass of the fitness studio might not count to some, but she realized now that she’d been hungering after him in the same way a parched man seeks a cool drink of water. The way he moved, his confidence, the way he smiled... those images were seared in her memory and it was unlikely she’d ever forget them.
Her anger still bubbled under the surface, but it was mixed with sadness now. Sadness that she’d never get to know the only man who’d interested her all these years. Would he even remember her a few years from now? Probably not... especially if the newspapers were to be believed.
There was a slight chop on the waters of the cove, but Jesse landed the Beaver with the assurance he displayed in everything he did. He didn’t look for her until he’d tied off, and then he turned and looked straight at her, as though he’d known she’d be waiting in that precise spot.
A brief nod indicated that he’d seen her, and he climbed the path with those long, powerful legs that made short work of the steep slope. Her traitorous heart banged against her rib cage as he stood before her, eyes glittering as a slight breeze rumpled his hair.
“I’m sorry, Lexie.” He regarded her steadily. “I’m sorry you had to find out that way. The guy’s not only a cheat, he’s a complete ass for coming here.”
“This isn’t about Chris, Jesse. This is about you.” She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it wasn’t the flash of irritation she saw in his eyes. She continued anyway.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She pointed angrily to the deck. “You sat beside me up there while I told you I’d worked at the Bistro, and you didn’t say a word. Why, Jesse? Just tell me that... why?”
“Because you were telling me things I need to hear. Both about the Bistro and about yourself. I considered stopping you a couple of times, but to be honest, I was learning things about the restaurant I needed to hear. And then I got that phone call about Luc, and all bets were off.”
“Okay. I’ll give you that, but you had other opportunities... other chances to tell me. And then to take me there last night! I’m beyond mortified.”
“Why, Lexie?” He braced one foot on the rock and leaned forward. “Why? Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Don’t be silly.” He was turning this all around. “You used me, Jesse. You used me to find out about Chris, and I don’t appreciate it.”
“I don’t recall asking you about him, or about the restaurant for that matter. Anything you told me was purely voluntary.” He leaned closer and pinned her with his gaze. “And before you ask me why I didn’t stop you then, it was because you were confirming for me what I’d suspected for a few months. I may not know about the restaurant business, Lexie, but I know when I’m being screwed by my employees.” His expression softened. “Fortunately, it was just Chris and one other, but I don’t tolerate stealing.”
“That’s another thing,” she said. “Why in the world did you buy a restaurant when you admit you know nothing about running one? Even someone like you in an unrelated business must know that restaurants have a high mortality rate.”
“I won it in a poker game.”
“You what?”
“I won it in a poker game.” He shoved his hands in his back pockets. “Okay, that’s not exactly how it happened.”
“See? You’re incapable of telling the truth.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “I’ve never lied to you, Lexie. Withheld the truth maybe, but I’ve never lied.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“No. It’s. Not.” A muscle in his jaw clenched. “Do you want to hear about this or not?”
She shrugged.
“Well you’re damned well going to hear it. You’re right, I don’t know anything about the restaurant business, and the truth is I didn’t want the Bistro. But a friend of mine owned it and he put it up as collateral in a poker game. When he couldn’t pay up, he turned to me for a loan.” He looked away, unable to meet her eyes. “Turned out he wasn’t such a good friend. He walked away and left me with the restaurant. That was six months ago, right about the time Luc came into my life.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I still can’t believe he went all in with a pair of fours.”
“So what else do you own?” she challenged. “A winery? A cheese farm? Or is this diner your only other folly? Come on, Jesse, what else are you waiting to spring on me?”
He glared at her. “What do you want from me, Lexie? I said I’m sorry for not telling you. What more do you want?”
Desperation tinged her voice. “I’ve been used and manipulated all my life, Jesse. I thought when I found you I’d found somebody different.” She dropped her head. “I guess not.”
“Well that’s where you’re wrong, Lexie Swinton.” He prodded himself in the chest with a forefinger. “You think you know who I am, but you don’t know me at all.” He took a few steps away, then turned abruptly. “That first day we met, you said you know me, but the truth is, you only know what you see through the window at that fitness place you go to. You’re safe up there on your treadmill, pretending to know what I’m like, maybe even indulging in a fantasy or two about the pilot, but you have no idea who I am. I’m not some slick businessman in a three-piece suit. I didn’t go to Harvard Business School or any other damn school. I don’t belong to the Union Club. I’m just an ordinary guy. I make mistakes, and when I do, they’re usually epic. But I never lie... ever.” His gaze darted around the Cove, taking in the trees, the diner, the cabins. “I’m me, Lexie. A guy who’s a bit rough around the edges, but not afraid of hard work. I’m someone who knows what he wants and goes after it.” He stood there for a moment, breathing deeply and looking at her. “And I want you” he said, his voice a soft caress.
They were the words she’d ached to hear, but they’d come too late. Especially with Chris’ words still echoing in her head.
She steeled herself to look at him. “Just tell me this, Jesse. Why did you pretend to care?” If she could understand that, maybe this whole experience would have been worthwhile.
“Pretend? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m falling in love with you.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so, Jesse.”
“What are you talking about?” He walked around in a circle.
Lexie seized the opportunity to stand. If he reached for her, she wouldn’t be able to resist.
“You should check your Victoria papers more often.”
“And why would I do that?” Something shifted behind his eyes.
Lexie exhaled a long, slow breath of air. “I know about your girlfriend, Jesse. The two of you make an attractive couple.”
“My girlfriend?” He held up both hands in a gesture of appeal.
“Yes. I believe her name is Sylvia.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “Sylvia MacMillan isn’t my girlfriend.”
“Maybe you should tell her that.”
He glared at her and opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.
“I cared about you, Jesse. I cared a lot.” She almost choked on a sob. “But when I love someone, I don’t share him with other women. At least not knowingly.”
She turned and walked quickly between the rocks, the path blurry through her tears. She listened for him to call her back and God help her, she would have gone, but the only sound was the high piercing call of an eagle. She climbed into her car and was headed north within moments.
* * *
JESSE CLENCHED HIS teeth to keep from calling out to her. Watching her walk away was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, but the truth was he was afraid of what he might say. He didn’t know if he was angrier at himself for not telling her earlier, or at her for suggesting he’d used her. He slumped down on the rock she’d occupied and tried to think rationally... and honestly. Was there any truth in her accusations? Had he failed to tell her so she would offer her unique perspective on the operation of the Bistro? Possibly, but it wasn’t as if he’d hunted her down. She’d appeared here at the diner out of the blue, and had volunteered the information.
He should have told her last night, as he’d originally planned, but the conversation had taken a personal turn when they started to exchange life stories. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the intimacy of the evening. Understandable, but look where that had landed him!
As he sat there, the anger slowly leaked out of him, and was replaced by a grim determination. He’d give her a few days to calm down, and then he’d hunt her down. He hadn’t built several successful businesses by taking no for an answer, and he wasn’t about to start now. He looked in the direction she’d taken, and a slow smile spread across his face. What had she said as she was leaving? ‘...when I love someone, I don’t share him with other women.’ He rose, brushed off the back of his jeans and started down toward the Beaver. It was a start... something to hang onto.
It would have to be enough.
* * *
IT WAS LATE AFTERNOON by the time Lexie pulled up to the motel in Qualicum Beach. She smiled politely as the room clerk enthused about how lucky she was to get a cancellation at the last minute. At this point, all she wanted to do was kick off her shoes, change clothes and get out on the beach. She’d bought some beach wear at a no-name store along the highway to supplement her meagre wardrobe of work clothes. Driving the last few miles to the motel, she’d had some spectacular views of the beach. The tide was out, revealing miles of hard packed sand. There was so much of it that even though there were a lot of tourists out walking, it wasn’t crowded. Just what she needed to clear her mind.
She unpacked quickly, setting the few personal items she’d brought with her on the vanity in the bathroom. They looked pitiful sitting there on the expansive surface. Odd how they’d seemed right at home on the compact little shelves she’d been utilizing in her cabin at Arbutus Cove.
She had to stop thinking like this. She’d come here to clear her head and plan her future, not dwell on her past mistakes.
A low set of steps led down to the beach. With the lowering sun at her back, she set out. The outgoing tide revealed sculpted ripples in the sand. Small pockets of water remained in random low spots and she headed for them like a four-year old, splashing her way through with no consideration for her clothes. This is what she needed, and the tension of the day disappeared like the tiny creatures skittering for their burrows in the sand.
She turned to look back, surprised at how far she had come. The tide was turning now, lapping at her feet, the water warmed by the residual heat of the sun on the sand. Moving laterally along the beach, it occurred to her that she should have done this the day she left the Bistro. Getting involved with the diner so quickly had been a mistake.
Or had it? It could be argued that discovering the diner had been one of the best things to happen to her in ages. While it pained her to think that nothing would come of her relationship with Jesse, she’d experienced the short-lived joy of seeing Carly and Brandon become excited about their futures. She had no doubt that they would both succeed, but she’d been looking forward to being even a small part of their success – and of the other young people from the community who would benefit from the re-opening of the Youth Centre.
She’d given herself a lot to think about, but then wasn’t that why she’d come here? To get out of her own way and let life ebb and flow around her, like the inescapable movement of the tides.
* * *
LEXIE WAS BEGINNING to think that perhaps her mother was right. The famous soprano had often extolled the healing powers of spas in Europe, especially those at the seaside. Lexie had never been invited to accompany her mother, who preferred to recover from strenuous tours in what she termed ‘luxurious aloneness’. At the time, the exclusion had hurt the young Lexie, but she began to understand it now. During the week she spent on Qualicum Beach, she rarely spoke to anyone, preferring her own thoughts as she came to terms with her present situation.
In spite of her lingering anger at Jesse, she began to accept his point of view. And after much soul-searching, she admitted that she missed him more than she’d ever thought possible. Sitting on a beach towel, staring out at the Coast Mountains, she spoke the words out loud for the first time. “I love him,” she murmured, reveling in the warm glow that suffused her body. “I love him,” she said, louder this time. The words wound around her heart and she threw back her head and laughed with abandon, freed by the admission. Like the sand castles erected daily by carefree children, the walls around her heart crumbled, and she dared to dream of what might be.
Grabbing her backpack to use as a pillow under her head, she felt something hard. Curious, she stuck her hand in one of the pockets and came out with the keychain Luc had given her. What must he be thinking about her disappearance? The last thing the young boy needed was another adult disappearing from his life. Eyes brimming with tears, she clasped the piece of driftwood in her hands and promised herself that no matter what, she’d see him at least once more. As for Jesse, she could only hope it wasn’t too late to make a fresh start.
* * *
“WE’RE SORRY TO SEE you go, but we hope you enjoyed your visit.” The room clerk eyed Lexie curiously as she checked out.
“Thank you,” said Lexie with a smile. “It’s been exactly what I needed.”
“A lot of our guests say that,” murmured the room clerk as she watched Lexie pull out of the parking lot.
Lexie pulled through the gates of Golden Valley Farm an hour and a half later. Off the main highway, the farm resembled something out of a fairy tale. A stream meandered through the valley, widened in several spots where livestock went down to drink, lifting their heads as she drove by.
“Welcome to Golden Valley Farm.” An attractive blonde woman greeted her as she entered the small retail area. “My name is Anneke.”
Lexie shook the extended hand. “I’m Lexie Swinton.” A flash of recognition crossed the other woman’s face. “I used to work at Bistro Provencal in Victoria.”
“Ah yes. How nice to finally meet you.”
Surprised by the warmth of the greeting, Lexie continued. “I came to apologize for everything that happened. You and your husband have been good to us, and I feel partly responsible.”
A small frown marred the other woman’s face, then she brightened as a man entered the room from the back. “This is my husband, Jan. Jan, this is the chef from Bistro Provencal.”
Pale blue eyes assessed her frankly. “Thank you for sorting everything out so quickly,” he said, pumping her hand vigorously. “Anneke and I didn’t know what we were going to do if we lost your business.”
Lexie shook her head. “I don’t work there anymore. I only stopped by to apologize, but I don’t understand. Has everything been resolved?”
“Yes.” He turned to his wife. “About a week ago, wasn’t it?”
She nodded.
“Your Mr...” He turned to his wife again.
“Mr. Cooper.”
“Right. Your Mr. Cooper came and sorted everything out. As a matter of fact, we talked about the dangers of putting all our eggs in one basket. Mr. Cooper encouraged us to find other customers.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “Something we should have done long ago, but this was a lesson well learned.”
Lexie looked around as though Jesse might pop out from behind one of the pieces of equipment. “Jesse came here?”
“Yes. We had a nice visit and showed him around.”
“Oh.” Lexie couldn’t think of anything else to say. “That’s good then.” She checked her watch. “I should get going if I’m going to make it to Victoria by tonight.”
“Terrible traffic,” said Anneke, following her outside. “Drive carefully.” She waved at the departing car and her husband came to stand beside her. “That was strange,” she said, half to herself.
“I was thinking the same thing,” he said, raising his hand in farewell. “But I have a feeling they’ll work it out.”
ANNEKE WAS RIGHT. THE traffic was terrible, and Lexie had arrived just at rush hour. She’d forgotten how traffic from the Dockyard clogged the streets early, and forced herself to slow down and watch where she was going. Thankfully, the parking lot at New Beginnings wasn’t full; she was in the elevator and at the studio in moments.
“Hi stranger.” Jodi greeted her with a knowing grin. “I thought you might be back today.”
“Why?” Lexie had no idea what her friend was talking about.
Jodi pointed to the silent television screen behind the counter. “They’ve been talking about that auction all day.” She rolled her eyes. “I finally had to turn the sound off. Couldn’t stand to hear that woman’s voice one more minute.”
Lexie looked at the screen, and pinpricks of apprehension marched down her spine. “She really is beautiful, isn’t she?”
Jodi glanced dismissively at the screen. “If you like that sort of thing. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect skin.”
Lexie laughed. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”
“So it’s still on with the flyboy?” Jodi jerked her head toward the harbour. “I’ve seen him down there several times this week. Must be busy.”
“I wouldn’t know. We had a big fight and I haven’t seen him for a week.”
‘Oh, for God’s sake.” Jodi rolled her eyes. “When are you two going to stop playing paddy-cake and get on with it?”
“Soon, I hope.”
“Wait.” Jodi’s eyes sparkled. “Are you going to bid for him at the auction?”
Lexie’s pulse rate leaped as she imagined claiming her prize. “I hadn’t thought about it, but that’s not a bad idea. I’m not sure if I could afford him, though.”
“Since when did that ever stop you? Do it, Lex. Show him how much you want him.” She dug under the counter and came out with the old newspaper, which was still folded at the photo of Jesse and Sylvia. “Believe me, if I thought I had half a chance, I’d go for him myself.”
“Over my dead body.” Lexie picked up the newspaper. “May I take this?”
“Sure, I don’t need it.” Jodi gave her a quick once-over. “Wear something sexy. Oh, man. I wish I could be there to see the look on his face. Good luck, kiddo.”
Lexie stepped out into the parking lot and made up her mind. She had to return the key to the cabin sooner or later, and there didn’t seem to be any Coastal Air aircraft in sight. Clutching the newspaper, she ran lightly down the ramp to the water level. Inside the small office, an employee was on the telephone, and she waited until he was finished before stepping inside. He wore a dark blue jumpsuit with the Coastal Air logo and his name – Dave – embroidered below.
“I’d like to leave something for Mr. Cooper,” she said, prying open the wire and removing the key. “Could you please see that he gets it?”
The young man picked up the key. “Will he know what it’s for?”
“Tell him it’s for the cabin at Arbutus Cove. He’ll know.”
Dave’s head snapped up and he studied her for a moment. “All right, thank you.”
Lexie hesitated, then shoved the newspaper across the counter. “And this, if you don’t mind. Give him this as well.”
Dave’s gaze flickered to the newspaper, then back to Lexie. “I’ll do that.”
Heart thudding, she walked back up the ramp. She hadn’t planned to leave the newspaper, but now that she had, there was no taking it back. As she reached the top of the ramp, she turned and looked down at the office. Dave was standing there looking at her, a puzzled look on his face. She smiled and continued to her car.
* * *
“I’M SORRY, BUD. THIS is going to be a real bore. I know you’d rather stay home with Maggie, but her sister needed her tonight.” Jesse straightened Luc’s tie and stepped back to admire the boy’s new outfit. “Maybe we should be putting you up for auction as well. The ladies would really go for you.”
“Daaad. Get serious.” Luc rolled his eyes, but Jesse could tell that he was secretly pleased. “I don’t get this action thing anyway.”
“It’s called an auction.” Jesse checked his appearance, then they headed for the garage. “Between you and I, it’s a silly thing that women like to do. Let’s see, how can I explain it? Men get up on the stage and women offer money to take him out to dinner. Whoever offers the most money wins, and they go to dinner together.’
“Why?”
Jesse checked Luc’s seatbelt then turned the ignition. “It’s about the money, and trust me, that’s the only reason I’m doing it. All of the money goes to a charity. This one is for childhood drug education.”
Luc shrugged. “Kids already know about drugs.”
“Exactly. They have access to drugs much too early. I’m supporting a new programme to get them at an earlier age and see if that makes any difference.” He shot a concerned look at his son. “Kids rarely hear about the dangers of drugs until it’s too late.”
“Like my Mom?”
“She was older, but... yeah.” It still hurt every time Luc brought it up, but Jesse was determined not to sweep it under the rug. He reached over and gave his son’s leg a squeeze.
“I know, Dad,” Luc said, his tone heartbreakingly adult. “We have to keep trying.”
* * *
THE AUCTION WAS WELL under way by the time Lexie arrived. Instinct told her that Jesse would be one of the last to be auctioned, so she hadn’t worried about showing up late. She paid the admission fee, received her bidding paddle and wended her way between the massive plants that partly hid the glittering crowd. If anyone noticed her clutching her Big Bad Wolf keychain, they were too polite to mention it. It was the perfect good luck charm, and something told her she would need all the luck she could get tonight.
She watched with barely concealed amusement as several of Victoria’s ‘eligible’ men were auctioned off. Some of them might actually be single, but she doubted that they were truly available.
The lighting on the stage changed subtly, and the auctioneer’s voice lowered. “And now, ladies,” he intoned, pausing to let the suspense build, “the bachelor you’ve all been waiting for, Jesse Cooper.”
Amid cheers and whistles, Jesse walked onstage and acknowledged the auctioneer, who continued with his patter. “All right ladies,” he said with a broad sweep of his hand. “What am I bid for this fine specimen?”
The bidding was fast and spirited. Lexie was having such a good time watching the antics of various women that she forgot to bid. Caught in the back of the room, she’d never be able to catch the attention of the spotters. Realizing her error, she started to push her way forward.
As quickly as it started, the bidding stopped. A low murmur spread through the room, and women all over the room clustered together, pointing toward the stage.
Sylvia MacMillan had made her way to the center of the stage, and had slipped her arm possessively through Jesse’s. Catching the auctioneer by surprise, she relieved him of his microphone and purred into it. “Come on, ladies. You have to do better than that if you think I’m going to let this fine specimen get away.” She tossed her head, her blonde hair rippling down her back. “Isn’t that so, Darling?” She lowered the microphone and pressed a kiss into the side of Jesse’s neck.
Smile firmly in place, he nibbled softly on her ear lobe, and several women near Lexie sighed aloud.
Suddenly, the glitter of jewels, the scent of exclusive perfume and the romantic music was more than Lexie could bear. “Excuse me,” she said, looking about wildly for the closest exit. “Excuse me.” She didn’t care who she bumped into; she had to get out of there before her heart broke into a million pieces.
* * *
LUC WAITED BACKSTAGE with Jesse while the auction progressed. As the minutes passed, Jesse vowed to never become involved in this type of fund-raiser again. Next time he would simply make a donation, but he’d promised Sylvia several months ago, and knowing that he was one of the main attractions, he didn’t see how he could back out. When Dave had told him about Lexie’s visit this afternoon he’d grinned like a silly fool, hoping she’d suddenly appeared to attend the auction. But then his employee had handed him the newspaper, and his hopes were dashed. He couldn’t even remember when that photo had been taken, but trust Sylvia to use it to her advantage. If possible, he disliked her even more than before. And speak of the devil...
“There you are, Darling.” Sylvia drifted backstage, her gown a close-fitting creation glittering with sequins. “So glad to see you again.” She offered her cheek for a kiss, completely ignoring Luc.
Jesse set her firmly aside. “I wish I could say the same,” he said coldly. “You remember Luc, don’t you, Sylvia?”
Her eyes flashed, and Jesse took a morbid pleasure in knowing that he’d angered her. He didn’t care if he was being rude; he would not have her ignore Luc. Turning abruptly, she walked away.
“I spotted a great place where you can watch,” Jesse told Luc. “And as soon as it’s over, we can go home.”
“Can we go to the drive-thru on the way home?” Luc knew when to press his advantage.
“Okay, Bud. You’ve been patient tonight.” Jesse got him settled behind a large fern. “You watch from here. I’ll expect a full report later.”
Jesse smiled into the blinding lights as he made his way to the center of the stage. It was disconcerting to be examined by several hundred pair of eyes, but at least it was for a good cause. He strutted his stuff and was actually beginning to enjoy the bidding when Sylvia walked onto the stage and slipped an arm through his. He could feel her long nails through his jacket as she dug in, giving him little chance to escape.
“Come on, ladies. You have to do better than that if you think I’m going to let this fine specimen get away.” She tossed her head. “Isn’t that so, Darling?”
Before he could react, she nuzzled up to the side of his neck. Fortunately for her, she held the microphone away. Otherwise, he might have grabbed it and told the crowd exactly what he thought of her. Instead, he turned his head away and whispered into her ear. “If you ever do that again, I’ll make sure you lose your precious job.” He pulled back and stared into her eyes, making sure she got the message, then resumed smiling for the crowd.
* * *
“THAT WAS AWESOME, DAD.” Luc bounced along beside him as they headed for the parking lot. “But why didn’t Lexie make a bid?”
Still coming down from his angry outburst, Jesse kept walking. “I don’t think they were taking phone bids.” Then he stopped and kneeled down. “Why would Lexie be bidding, anyway?”
Luc frowned. “Because she was there. I saw her.”
“You saw her?” Jesse’s heart started to race. “When?”
“When that television lady walked out onto the stage. What was that all about, anyway?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” Jesse turned around and started to drag Luc back to the ballroom. “Where is she now?”
Luc dug in his heels. “She’s gone, Dad. When she saw that television lady kiss you, Lexie got a funny look on her face.” He giggled. “I saw her push a couple of people out of the way.”
“Oh, my God.” Jesse stopped and closed his eyes. “Can this get any worse?”
Luc slipped his hand into Jesse’s. “We don’t have to go to the drive through. Does that help?”
Jesse smiled down at the young boy who was beginning to show him what was important in life. “You know something, Bud? Something from the drive-through is precisely what we need. Let’s go.”
IT WAS AFTER MIDNIGHT by the time Jesse took a beer out onto the deck of his home. He’d called Lexie three times already, and wasn’t surprised when she didn’t pick up. He probably wouldn’t pick up either, if the situation was reversed. He stared at her name on the display and wondered how things had gotten so out of control... how he could have messed up so badly with the one person he wanted more than any other. He tried once more, but there was no response. He was damned sure he wasn’t going to get any farther tonight. He’d try again tomorrow.
* * *
JESSE WAS STILL IN bed when Luc padded into his bedroom the next morning.
“We could go out for pancakes,” Luc suggested hopefully, “since Maggie is still at her sister’s place.”
“Good idea, but after that I have to do a charter run at eleven o’clock. One of the pilots called in sick.” Jesse swung his feet out and dropped his head into his hands.
“I miss her, Dad.” Luc had crossed the room to stand beside him. “When I saw her last night I thought maybe she wasn’t mad at us anymore.” He watched his father for a reaction. “She was holding the keychain I made for her.”
“Really?” Jesse brushed the hair back from Luc’s eyes. “Well, it’s a fine key chain.” He paused to gather his thoughts. “Lexie and I had a bit of a misunderstanding last week and I think she came back last night so we could become friends again. But when she saw Sylvia kiss me – at least that’s what she thought she saw – it hurt her feelings and she left.”
“I think she was crying. Why don’t we go look for her, Dad? We could go to her house and tell her the truth. After pancakes.”
“I’m not sure if going to her house is such a good idea, but we could check with the fitness studio she goes to. I bet she’ll go there today, and it’s near the dock.”
“Okay.” Luc nodded confidently. “We’ll find her.”
* * *
JODI’S EYES WIDENED slightly when Jesse and Luc appeared in the reception area. She turned her attention to Luc. “I bet you’re Luc. Lexie has told me about you.”
The youngster grinned. “She’s my friend,” he said, edging toward the workout space. “Is she here?”
“I’m afraid not, but you’re welcome to look around if you like. Just don’t touch the equipment.”
“Okay.” Luc wandered off and Jodi watched him for a moment before turning to Jesse. “You’ve got your nerve coming here today,” she spit out, keeping her voice low. “What kind of a show was that you put on last night?”
Jesse held up a hand. “I know what you’re thinking –”
“No you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t show up here, let alone bring your kid.” She’d been coming out from behind the counter as she spoke and now she prodded him in the chest with a forefinger. “She went to that auction last night to bid on you, and what do you do? Kiss your girlfriend in front of everyone.”
“I didn’t – wait a minute, did you say she came to bid on me?”
“You don’t need to look so happy about it. What kind of a creep are you, anyway?”
“Please,” he said, trying to speak calmly. “What’s your name? Jodi?”
She nodded.
“I’ve screwed this up so badly I don’t know where to begin to make it right, but I did not kiss Sylvia last night. I know it may have looked that way, but we are definitely not together.”
Jodi’s gaze wavered. “She’s really broken up, Jesse. She called me this morning and I don’t think I’ve ever heard her like that.”
“I’ve tried to call her a dozen times.” Jesse held up his cell phone. “But she won’t answer.”
“I know. She told me.”
“And now I have to fill in for one of the pilots so I’ll be gone for most of the day.” He searched her face. “Can you at least tell me if she’s in town?”
“I don’t know why I’m trusting you, but yes, she’s still here.” She grinned. “It’s probably that kid of yours.”
“Thank you Jodi. If you talk to her again, I’d appreciate it if you could tell her I’m busy today but I’ll call her tonight. Maybe she’ll answer then.”
She gave him a fierce look that didn’t fool him. “All right, but don’t hurt her again, or you’ll have to answer to me.”
Jesse pretended to shudder. “Yes, ma’am. Or should I say no ma’am, I wouldn’t dream of hurting her.”
“Okay, then. Now get out of here.”
* * *
“YOU’RE SURE YOU’LL be okay waiting here for me? It’s going to be a few hours, Bud.”
“I’m cool, Dad.” Luc pointed to his backpack. “I brought some games, and there’s always the aircraft to watch.”
“All right, then.” Jesse made eye contact with Dave in the office, who nodded his understanding. “See you later.”
* * *
“HI!”
Jodi looked up from the printout she’d been studying.
“It’s me.”
“What the...?”
“Down here.” Luc took a few steps back so Jodi could see him beyond the counter. “Fooled ya,” he said, his eyes sparkling.
“You certainly did.” She glanced around, but the child was definitely alone. “Where’s your sidekick?”
“He’s on a charter over to Powell River, so I thought I’d come and visit you.” He dug in his pocket for some coins. “I told Dave I was coming up here to buy a soda from your machine, but that’s not really true. I came to see you.”
Jodi held back a smile. “Are you hitting on me, young man?”
“Uh, no, but I was hoping I could borrow your phone.” He went up on his tiptoes and pointed to the cell phone on the desk. “That one.”
“Your Dad should buy you a phone of your own. I thought every kid had one these days.”
“I do,” he said amicably. “But I’d like to use yours. Please.”
“I don’t see why you... Oh, I get it. You want to phone Lexie and you think she’ll answer if she sees my name.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re a very sneaky young man.”
Luc’s poise cracked and he became a young boy again. “Please, Jodi. My Dad really likes her.”
“He has a strange way of showing it sometimes.”
Luc nodded. “He says he really messed up.”
“That’s true.” Jodi studied the boy’s face. “What are you going to say to her?”
He brightened. “It’s my birthday on Sunday and Dad says we can fly up to Arbutus Cove for lunch. I thought I’d invite Lexie to come.”
“You’re not just making this up?”
“No. I’m serious.” He pulled himself up proudly. “I’ll be nine.”
“Well, happy birthday Luc.” She shoved the phone across the counter.
* * *
LEXIE DIDN’T FEEL LIKE talking, but she couldn’t ignore her friend. “Hi Jodi.”
She heard fumbling on the other end. “What’s going on there?” she asked, trying not to sound cranky. She’d just fallen asleep after a long night.
“Lexie?”
She bolted upright in bed. “Luc?” She held the phone away, checked it, then brought it back to her ear. “What are you doing on Jodi’s phone?”
“I saw you last night,” he said, ignoring her question. “I was hiding on the stage.”
Lexie closed her eyes and fell back on the bed. Could this possibly get any worse?
“We miss you, Lexie. My Dad misses you.”
“He sure has a strange way of showing it.” What was she doing, discussing her broken heart with an eight-year-old? “Luc, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this.”
“But Dad says you don’t answer when he calls.”
He had a point.
“Lexie, that television lady isn’t my Dad’s girlfriend. He was really mad last night when she went on the stage. I was there, remember?”
“But... but I saw him kiss her.”
“He didn’t kiss her.” He lowered his voice. “He doesn’t know I heard, but I was hiding behind the big fern and I heard him say that if she ever tried something like that again, he’d make sure she lost her job.”
“He did?” Tears spilled out of Lexie’s eyes.
“Are you crying?”
“Yes, but because I’m happy. Thank you for calling to tell me, Luc.”
“Wait! I also called to ask you to come to my birthday party.”
“Your birthday party?”
“Yes. On Sunday, up at the diner. Dad asked me what I wanted to do, and I said have lunch at the diner. Can you come?”
“Yes, Luc. I’d be very happy to come.”
“Can it be our secret?” he said. “I’d like to surprise my Dad.”
“I HEAR THE PLANE.” Carly moved efficiently around the kitchen, checking that everything was ready. She and Lexie had decided on a buffet-style meal served on the new deck.
“Here, you do the honours.” Lexie handed the candles to Carly, who placed them strategically in the large cake they’d decorated that morning.
“Do you think there’ll be enough cake?” Carly looked out at the crowded deck. “It looks like some of the regulars brought gifts as well, and they’re mixing in nicely with Larry’s crew and their children, and Brandon’s friends.” She turned back to Lexie. “Even Sean is here. I didn’t recognize him at first. I guess I’ve never seen him sober.”
“I hope he makes it this time,” said Lexie. “I have a feeling those kids at the Youth Centre will keep him on the straight and narrow.”
Carly was silent for a few moments, then turned to Lexie. “Are you nervous? I mean about seeing Jesse after all this time?”
“No, I...” Lexie grinned. “Yes, a bit. But you know, somehow it seems right that we’ve had these few days without talking. It’s given me time to realize what’s important.” She checked her reflection in the mirror. “You’re sure he doesn’t know I’m here?”
“As far as I know, and trust me, you look fine... same as last time you looked.”
* * *
“HOLD ON, BUD. I HAVE to tie her off.” Luc stood on the dock, bouncing up and down and looking up at the diner. Jesse secured the ropes to the mooring cleats, then followed his son up the path. Male laughter floated down from the outside deck. Today would be a double celebration of sorts – Luc’s birthday and the completion of the deck. Just a few finishing touches, such as stain, and some planters, plus of course the hummingbird feeders that Lexie had mentioned. His heart clenched at the thought of her, but he pushed ahead, determined to enjoy himself.
“It’s about time.” Larry came forward to greet them as they stepped onto the deck. “Happy Birthday, Luc.” The youngster grinned up at his Dad’s friend and ran over to where Brandon was manning the barbecue. Several tables had been shoved together to make an informal buffet, and the diner’s specialties competed for space with a stack of gifts for Luc.
Drink in hand, Jesse relaxed with Larry’s crew and watched while Luc tore the wrapping from his gifts. The guests who wanted to bring gifts had been told to make it something small, but Luc exclaimed over each and every one, and set it aside carefully. Jesse didn’t want to think about what the boy’s previous birthdays had been like; starting with today, they would be spent with people who loved him.
As the last of the gift wrapping was cleared up, Carly invited the guests to help themselves to food. There was much good-natured bantering as they lined up, and Brandon produced hamburgers at an impressive rate.
Jesse called Carly over. “I don’t see a cake,” he murmured. “Weren’t you able to get one in time?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” She glanced toward the kitchen. “If you’d like to check it out, it’s in the kitchen.”
Lexie was loading the dishwasher when he entered the kitchen. He’d thought of her so many times over the past week he was afraid that he might be imagining her.
“Lexie?” He looked around the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”
She gave him a crooked grin. “Loading the dishwasher.” She closed the door and leaned back, her arms crossed. “How are you, Jesse?”
His eyes searched hers. “Surprised... delighted... actually, I’m afraid to open my mouth in case I say the wrong thing.”
She came toward him slowly, and just before she reached him, she chewed on her bottom lip. “Do you remember what you said to me the last time you were here?” She was so close to him now he could reach out and touch her. But he held back, assessing her mood.
“I said quite a few things,” he murmured. “Some of them even made sense. At least to me.”
Eyes glittering, she reached up and brushed the side of his face with her fingertips. Her touch was feather-light, and he thought he might die from wanting her.
“I remember one thing you said,” she whispered, sliding her fingers into his already tousled hair.
“What was that?” The words came out as a husky croak.
“You said you loved me.” She stilled. “Did you mean that, Jesse Cooper?”
He pulled her into his arms and gazed into her eyes. “I meant it then and I mean it now. I love you, Lexie Swinton. I think I always have, from the first moment I saw you.” He lowered his head, his lips hovering above hers. “There’s one complication, though. I come with a son. It’s a package deal.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said. “How do you think I knew to come here?” She pulled him closer. “Now please kiss me. I think I’ve waited long enough.”
Several minutes later, they broke apart, and Larry called from the doorway. “Okay you guys, get a room.”
Lexie ignored him and looked into Jesse’s eyes. “That sounds like an excellent idea, but this is Luc’s birthday party.” She picked up the cake.
Jesse turned to the guests, an arm still around Lexie’s waist. “Okay. We’ll behave... at least for now.”
Wild applause greeted them as they rejoined the party.
Luc forked cake into his mouth. “Did you like the surprise, Dad?”
“I did,” he said. “Very much. I think we’ll take her home with us tonight.”
Luc grinned and ate another mouthful of cake.
JESSE’S ARM WAS STILL around her waist the next morning when she woke.
“You’re awake. I can tell,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Is it too early to tell you how much I love you?”
“It’s never too early,” she said, twisting in his arms. “And never too late.”
“God, I love you,” he said. “And to think...”
“Shhh,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips. “Let’s not talk about the past.”
The door burst open, startling them both. Luc ran in and jumped up on the bed. “Goodie, you’re still here,” he said. “Does this mean you’re going to be my mother?”
“Well...”
Jesse cringed. “Luc! You don’t just barge in and say things like that.” His eyes softened as he looked at the woman he loved. “But of course if Lexie wants the job...”
Lexie put on her sternest expression. “I don’t know. I can be pretty strict, you know.”
“That’s cool.”
“And I’d expect you to knock before you come into the bedroom.”
“Okay.”
“In that case, I’d love to have the job.” She turned to Jesse. “What do you think, Dad?”
“I don’t know. Can you make pancakes?”
“It just so happens I make very good pancakes.”
Jesse gathered up Luc and Lexie in his arms. “Then I’d say we just made a family.”
* * * The End * * *
