Glad Tidings: There's Something About Christmas / Here Comes Trouble. Debbie MacomberЧитать онлайн книгу.
when they meet another of their kind. He sniffed her butt.
“I had no idea this town was so small,” Emma commented. She looked over the cow pasture and wrapped her coat more securely around her. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“You’re hungry?”
“No, but the dog is. I don’t usually carry food with me.” She checked the inside of her purse; the best she had to offer was a half-used package of antacid mints. Unfortunately, Oliver wasn’t much help, either.
A lone car drove past the road next to the airfield. “Do you have my cell phone number?” he asked, following the vehicle with his eyes.
“You gave it to me in Yakima.”
“Right.” He remembered that now. “Call me when you’re finished, all right?” As soon as she was picked up, he’d fly into Spokane.
“When will you be back?” she asked.
So she was going to miss him, he thought, warmed by the question. She wouldn’t admit it, of course, but she was attracted to him. He decided it was better not to react.
“You’re sure you have a ride,” he confirmed.
“Sophie McKay said she’d come and get me.”
She pulled out her cell and punched in a number from her little daybook. After a short conversation, she nodded in his direction, letting him know her ride was on the way.
Oliver hesitated. He didn’t feel entirely comfortable about leaving her here alone, in what was virtually a deserted field.
“You can go,” she said, her shoulders hunched against the wind. “Ms. McKay will be here any minute.”
“How long will the interview be?”
“I’m not sure. I imagine an hour, two at the most.”
Oliver estimated that he wouldn’t be away more than a couple of hours himself, but it wasn’t a problem if Emma required more time. The Indian casino was a few miles down the road, and if she was occupied, the gaming tables offered him ample entertainment. Emma might not want to ride his folding bicycle, but he didn’t mind using it. He welcomed the excuse to try his hand at blackjack. The slot machines were pretty much a bust, but he did fairly well with a deck of cards.
“Take all the time you need.”
She smiled and frankly he wished she hadn’t. When she acted this pleasant, it was hard to remember what a pain she really was.
Emma wrapped the plaid wool scarf around her face to ward off the chill wind, then buried her hands in her pockets. At the moment, she looked about as pitiful as the stray dog huddled next to her feet.
“Just call my cell and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I will,” she assured him, her words muffled. “You’d better go or you’ll be late.”
“I know.”
He hesitated a moment longer, then returned to the plane and opened the cargo hatch. To his surprise, Emma followed him.
“You’re upset because you found out I didn’t want to fly with you again,” she said. Her hands remained in her pockets.
He shrugged as if it didn’t matter either way.
“If not that, then is it because …” She stopped, her expression mildly embarrassed.
“What?” he demanded.
“Never mind.”
“No,” he said. “I want to know.”
She looked at him hard. “Is it because I … I didn’t react the way you wanted when you kissed me?”
He didn’t want to answer that and climbed aboard the plane.
“I didn’t see any fireworks when we kissed. Did you?” she asked, sticking her head in the cargo hold.
He snorted.
“Then it isn’t any big deal, right?”
“Right.”
“Friends?” she asked.
Without meaning to be rude, Oliver paused. “I guess. Why do you care?”
His question appeared to catch her off guard. “I don’t know, but I do. If we’re going to be spending time together for the next week or so, then I think it’s preferable to get along.”
“Of course. You have nothing to worry about.”
She glanced nervously away. “My mother told me that when a man uses that line, I should start to worry.”
He chuckled. “No, you don’t. You’re perfectly safe with me.”
As if in disagreement, the little black dog at her feet snarled up at him.
Chapter Eight
Fruitcake is one of those foods that evoke lots of different feelings in people. For me it marks the holiday season that is accompanied by traditions and family. Sharing foods that you eat during certain times of the year is something that I look forward to. A warmed thin slice of fruitcake with freshly made ice cream is the way to go.
—Craig Strong, chef de cuisine, The Dining Room,
The Ritz-Carlton in Pasadena, California
Sophie McKay arrived at the airfield five minutes after Oliver left. Although Emma would never admit it, she found his reluctance to leave her somewhat comforting. She just might have to change her opinion of Oliver Hamilton.
Emma spent those five minutes alone paying attention to the small stray, whom she called Boots because she had two white paws and otherwise black fur. The poor thing shivered in the cold.
When a compact car turned off the road and onto the airfield, Emma straightened. The vehicle came to a stop not far from her, and the driver rolled down her window.
She was an elegant eighty or so, with thick white hair, fashionably styled. Her face glowed with pleasure. “Are you the reporter from The Examiner?”
Emma nodded. “And you must be Sophie McKay.”
“I am. You seem half-frozen. Come on, I’ll drive you to my house. It’s warm and cozy, and I’ll put on a pot of tea.”
Emma looked down at the little dog. Crouching, she petted Boots.
“I see you have a friend,” Sophie commented.
“Does she have an owner?” Emma asked hopefully, but considering the dog’s appearance, she agreed with Oliver that Boots was most likely a stray.
“Not that I know of. The poor dog’s been hanging around the area for a while. I put food out for her a few times, and I know other people have, too, but she’s skittish. I think someone must’ve mistreated her because she doesn’t let anyone get too close. Except for you, apparently.”
Boots had taken to Emma right away, and she hated to leave the dog behind. “Would you mind if I brought her with me?” What she’d do with Boots after that was a quandary, but Emma didn’t feel she could just walk away.
“That might be a problem because of my cats.”
Emma gazed down at the dog, unsure what to do.
“Could you find somewhere warm for her to stay until later?” Sophie suggested. “Maybe in the hangar? I’ll give you some food to bring back for her.”
“Good idea.” Emma hadn’t thought of that. Boots followed her inside while Sophie dug up an old blanket from the trunk of her car. Emma folded it and placed it on the bathroom floor. Boots didn’t object when Emma shut her inside the small room. At least the dog was out of the cold and out of danger.