The Sugar House. Christine FlynnЧитать онлайн книгу.
you want me to stick around while you do?”
That was the last thing she needed, she thought. “Thanks, Joe. But I’m fine. Really.”
Despite her implied assurance that she wasn’t being inconvenienced or otherwise distressed, Joe still didn’t look as if he trusted Jack when he looked back to where he stood a few feet from the evaporator.
Behind Jack’s big body, steam from the pan rose like slow, simmering fury.
“The temperature’s starting to drop, Travers. That means the roads will be icing over soon. If you leave in the next ten minutes, you should be able to make it as far as St. Johnsbury before dark. With the storm moving in, I’d hate to find you off the road in a ditch.”
Challenge worked both ways, Jack thought. Dead certain the man wasn’t the least concerned with his safety, he met the warning with a flat, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He would leave when his business was finished.
The scar seemed to pucker as Joe’s mouth thinned. Apparently feeling he’d made his point, he gave Rudy a final pat.
“You call me if you need anything, Emmy.”
“I will,” she murmured. “And thanks, Joe.”
Her soft smile removed the strain from her pretty features, lit the little chips of silver in her eyes. Watching her, Jack saw that smile move to curve the lush fullness of her mouth.
The thought that the two of them had something going had barely tightened the knot in his gut when Emmy took another step forward.
“Give your wife a message for me, will you?” she asked, stopping the deputy just outside the door. “I have a dozen loaves of maple bread baked and in the freezer for the sugar-on-snow supper, but with the sap running, I’m not sure I’ll have time to bake any more.”
“A dozen loaves. Got it.”
“And tell her Dora said she’d pick up the slack for me. I know Amber and she’ll think she needs to bake my other dozen herself. Between teaching, heading up that committee and having a baby on the way, she has enough to do.”
“You’ll never convince her of that,” Joe muttered, a hint of his good-natured self showing with his rueful smile. “But I’ll tell her what you said.”
The smile faded. Glancing over her shoulder, he shot Jack a scowl that made it clear he’d love an excuse to get even for the jaw incident, slapped on his hat and headed off in the falling snow.
Old resentments were surging hard when Emmy finally closed the door.
Aware of her unease with him, hating that it was there, Jack tried to stifle the bitterness Joe’s posturing had brought.
Traces of it lingered anyway as he watched her head for the long work sink.
It seemed clear that she and Joe weren’t a couple. Not bothering to wonder why he felt relieved by that, he wondered instead if there was any man in her life at all. He had the feeling there wasn’t a boyfriend lurking in the background, though. The local deputy wouldn’t have checked up on her so quickly had there been another man around.
“Were you and Joe ever involved?” he asked, just to be sure.
“Joe and me?” His blunt question stopped her short of the gurgling coffeemaker. It also had her looking totally baffled. “What makes you ask that?”
“I just thought he seemed kind of…protective.”
“He’s just being a friend. And, no,” she said as if to end any further speculation, “we’ve never been ‘involved.’ I’ve never been involved with anyone around here.”
She had just answered the next question he would have asked. He now knew for certain that she lived alone, and that except for the occasional help of an old man, she had to handle everything pretty much on her own.
He didn’t like what that thought did to the sense of obligation that had brought him back there that morning. The fact that she was alone seemed to add another layer to that sense of responsibility, and tugged hard at a form of protectiveness toward her that didn’t feel familiar at all.
“The Amber who Joe married.” Still shaking the effects of Joe’s little visit, he wandered toward her. Even as he did, Emmy moved to the steaming evaporator. “That isn’t Amber McGraw, is it?”
“Amber’s a McGraw,” she confirmed as she checked a valve at the back of the pan. “Why?”
“Just curious.” The bubbly blond cheerleader had been the subject of half the hockey and football teams’ adolescent fantasies. Including his own. “How long have they been married?”
“Two or three years now, I think. She went to college in Montpelier, then taught there for a while before she moved back.” She glanced over to see that he’d crouched by her dog. Rudy had turned two circles on the red, cedar-stuffed cushion under her desk and plopped down to rest his chin on his paws. “I guess you would have all gone to school together.”
“She was a year behind us.” Jack held out his hand, watched Rudy lift his head to take a sniff. “But we went out for a while.”
“You dated Amber?”
Relieved that at least the dog wasn’t avoiding him, he scratched Rudy’s furry neck, received a contented sigh for his efforts. “For a few months.”
“It’s no wonder he looked like he wanted your hide,” she murmured. “You left him with a permanent reminder of how you beat him up, and you dated his wife.”
“It was high school.” His tone went as dry as dust. “She was hardly his wife at the time. And I didn’t beat him up. I only swung once.”
“And nearly broke his jaw.”
Jack felt his own jaw go tight. “He called my father a bastard.”
The quick edge in his tone made her hesitate.
“I’d heard you were looking for a fight because the coach had benched you. Joe just happened to be in the way.”
“You heard wrong. I know I was mad because I got benched. The coach only did that to spite my dad. But I just wanted out of the locker room. Joe blocked the door so I couldn’t leave, but no one seems to remember what he did or what he said. Not that it would have mattered,” he muttered darkly. “I was my father’s son. Once they’d condemned him, people wanted to believe the worst about all of us.”
Emmy hesitated. “What about the other fights?”
He frowned. “What other fights? The only punch I ever threw was at Joe.”
Emmy’s immediate reaction was to insist that wasn’t true. She didn’t want anything to challenge the conclusions she’d finally managed to put to rest over the years. But Jack had already challenged what she’d believed simply by having come there. By what he had said about his mom. By what he’d said just now, and the quick, barely bridled anger behind it.
“I’d heard there were others,” she admitted quietly.
“Well, there weren’t. I’ve only hit one person in my life. And that was your deputy.”
He had no reason to lie about such a thing. Not after all these years.
“Really?” she asked, anyway.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Really.”
She could practically feel a corner of her old convictions crack. From Jack’s knee-jerk reaction, it sounded as if he’d only been defending his father when he’d hit Joe.
She knew now that Jack hadn’t agreed at all with his father’s actions. And though she hated what his father had done, and while there was no way on God’s green earth she would change her mind how she felt about that, she understood family loyalty well enough. If Joe truly had taunted Jack