Jake's Biggest Risk (Those Hollister Boys)

by Julianna Morris

  Hannah wasn’t sure about fun, but it would be a relief not having people constantly in and out of the lodge. Just cleaning up after each group had taken two or three evenings following a long day of teaching, so it wouldn’t be bad getting paid for light housekeeping on top of the rent. She’d probably still have more time with Danny.

  “It’s great news, Lillian. Just let me know when the lease is ready. Talk to you later.”

  Hannah headed to her mother’s house to pick up her son. The school year had ended earlier in June than usual, and she’d needed to clear out her classroom. Normally they had more snow days to make up for missed classroom hours, but the weather had cooperated this winter, so they’d had fewer than usual. Unfortunately Mahalaton Lake wasn’t offering a summer session because the budget was too tight; having Huckleberry Lodge leased full-time was an unexpected boon to her finances.

  “Mommy, Mommy!” Daniel yelled, running down the porch steps when he saw her.

  She returned his hug. “Have a good time with Grandma?”

  “Yup. Can we eat our pizza at Luigi’s instead of at home? Grandma gave me quarters to play the games.”

  “Okay. Say goodbye and get in the car.”

  Danny dashed up the porch steps to give his grandmother a kiss, and just as precipitously, ran to their car and climbed inside.

  “Thanks for watching him, Mom.”

  “I enjoy it, though I admit he tires me out,” Carrie Nolan said with a laugh. “He hardly ever stops moving, and I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  “None of us are,” Hannah replied drily. “What’s this business about giving him money for video games?” When she was a kid her mother had claimed the same games would rot her brain.

  “I’m a grandmother now. I don’t have to be sensible.”

  “Ha.” Yet Hannah smiled. “By the way, I have good news from Lillian. A photographer is doing a book on the area and wants to rent Huckleberry Lodge. It’s month to month, but he’ll probably stay for a year or longer.”

  “That’s wonderful, dear, though if you ever need help...well, you know we’re here, and...” Carrie’s voice trailed off.

  “I’m fine,” Hannah said firmly. She was determined not to ask her parents for anything more than babysitting. She’d married the wrong man and it was up to her to deal with the fallout; the hardest part was knowing that Danny didn’t have the father he deserved. But at least his grandfather was his male role model instead of a chronically unemployed dad with restless feet and a wandering eye.

  On the other hand, her parents were all the family she had left, and it bothered her that Danny didn’t have a larger support structure. Maybe if she knew her ex-husband’s parents... Hannah shook her head as soon as the thought formed. Steven had refused to talk about his family whenever she’d asked. Apparently the relationship was so bad, he hadn’t even wanted them at the wedding. As far as she knew, they were unaware their son had even gotten married. Just because Steven had turned out to be a jerk it didn’t mean his folks were the same, but she’d rather not open that can of worms.

  She said goodbye and they headed to Luigi’s. Aside from the supermarket freezer case, it was the only place to get pizza in Mahalaton Lake, since large restaurant chains hadn’t discovered their small corner of Washington. Aside from Luigi’s, they had Elizabeth’s Tea Parlor, the Lakeside Bar and Grill, McKenzie’s BBQ, Pat’s Burger Hut, three cafés, a bakery, a deli and the Full Moon Bistro for natural-food fans. If you were looking for anything exotic, you were out of luck. Of course, in winter there was both a coffee cart and restaurant at the ski resort, but few people in town went up there to eat.

  “Hello, Danny,” called Barbi Paulson, Luigi’s delivery driver, as they came through the restaurant’s double doors. It was before five and the place was still empty. “Didn’t you want me coming out to the house with your Friday-night pizza?”

  “I was at Grandma’s,” he explained, “so we’re having pizza on the way home.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Barbi gave him a wink. “I don’t want to lose my best boyfriend.”

  “Nuh-uh.”

  Danny skipped to the arcade tucked into a side room of the restaurant. It was a bright, cheerful place that was scrupulously clean and maintained. Hannah had played those same games as a girl, her mother’s objections notwithstanding. Luigi hadn’t bought anything new for the arcade in years, saying a classic was a classic.

  “You sure got a great kid,” Barbi said.

  “I’m pretty fond of him.”

  “And he’s real smart.” The other woman grinned, but her smile faded and she leaned on the counter, the bangles on her arms clattering on the polished wood. “I’ve been thinking about you being a teacher and all. You know I never finished high school.”

  Hannah nodded, recalling that Barbi had dropped out of school to get a job. Though only thirty-two, she’d already had a rough life between a hard-drinking father and a mother who’d died when she was nine. People in Mahalaton Lake weren’t always comfortable with the way Barbi dressed, but they admired her honesty and how diligently she worked.

  “Anyhow, Luigi keeps bugging me,” Barbi continued. “He says I got to get a high school diploma because you can’t get anywhere without one. Luigi treats me great, but it sure would be nice to have one job, instead of these part-time gigs all over town.”

  “You might earn more with a general equivalency diploma,” Hannah agreed diplomatically. It was hard to say what would make a difference in Mahalaton Lake, but statistically, graduates did better financially than dropouts. “I can check when the next exam will be.”

  “I already got the schedule.” Barbi fidgeted with the bangles on her arms, looking embarrassed. “But right now there aren’t any night classes to help study for the damned thing—that is, the test. And I wondered...I know you do tutoring and stuff. I’d pay, of course,” she added hastily.

  “I’d be happy to help you study,” Hannah assured her. “But as a friend. I wouldn’t want to be paid.”

  “That isn’t right,” Barbi protested. “You got a kid to support.”

  “What isn’t right is the school board failing to offer enough adult courses.” It was something that deeply irritated Hannah. “But I have access to the study materials and we can go from there.”

  Barbi chewed her lower lip so hard that most of her bright red lipstick disappeared. “I don’t know.”

  “I do,” Hannah said. She’d been lucky to have parents who’d encouraged her to get an education and were there to help if she needed it. Offering the same support to a friend was the least she could do. “I’ll call when I have everything together. We’ll have fun.”

  “Barbara,” Luigi hollered as he came out of the kitchen. “That pizza is ready for delivery.”

  “Gotcha.”

  Barbi left with the insulated pizza bag and Luigi came to the counter with a broad smile. “Ciao. I’ll take care of you, Hannah. Your usual pizza?”

  “You bet.” Hannah thought about the lucrative lease she’d been offered and decided to splurge. “But add a garden salad and an order of garlic chicken wings.”

  “Excellent. I heard Barbara speak to you about tutoring,” Luigi said as he took the money. “I’m glad she’s finally doing this.”

  “She mentioned you’ve been urging her to get a GED.”

  “I was sixteen when we came to America from Sicily. My mama told me to study hard, not just to get ahead, but because learning is how to stay young.” He thumped his chest. “My heart is not sixty-eight years old—it is strong like I’m still a boy.”

  Hannah’s lips curved into a smile. “How is your mother, Luigi?”

  “Ah, she goes to the church every day. She tells the priest when he makes a mistake in Mass and then works in the kitchen, making gnocchi to raise money for another stained glass window
. She will not be happy until every window in the sanctuary is done. And she is reading War and Peace. So far, she likes Tolstoy better than Hemingway.”

  “War and Peace is a good book. Say hello to her for me.”

  She paid the bill and went into the arcade to watch Danny play as she waited for the food. He was an exceptionally bright kid, a year ahead of children his own age and curious about everything, including his deadbeat dad.

  But whenever she started to feel bad for Danny or got upset with her poor judgment, she should remember Barbi Paulson. An absentee father was surely better than one who was drunk all the time. God knew what Barbi’s childhood had been like, and Hannah suspected Vic Paulson still came around now and then to make life difficult for her.

  * * *

  DRIVING HIS NEW Jeep Wrangler, Jake followed his agent’s car to Mahalaton Lake, Washington, grateful to be away from doctors and the hospital.

  Andy Bedard, his agent, had offered to stay and help for a few days, but Jake would have none of it. That was why he’d insisted they bring two vehicles; if Andy had his own transportation, he’d have less excuse to become an unwanted houseguest.

  It would have been worse if Jake had let his half brother drive him. Matt had been the one who’d arranged for Jake’s transfer to a hospital in Seattle and gotten top specialists to treat him...including Matt’s own father-in-law, Walter McGraw. Matt wasn’t a bad sort, and he’d chartered a flight and flown to Alaska as soon as news had come of the accident. Still, Matt had become depressingly domestic since giving up his carefree party days and getting married. At least he’d traveled extensively before; now he wore a suit every day and handed out money for a charitable organization.

  His wife was nice, though, full of energy. And while Layne worked as a researcher for a weekly regional news magazine, she hadn’t asked him to do an interview.

  Jake shifted his aching leg as they drove through the little town and out onto a road lined with tall evergreens, before turning right onto an even smaller road. It opened to a clearing where a two-story structure sat overlooking the lake.

  Not bad.

  It was a large mountain lodge, built solidly of natural beams, with a hint of the Arts and Crafts architectural style. In fact, it was reminiscent of some of the work done by Julia Morgan, an early twentieth-century California architect. Andy was right—if he had to be trapped in one place, Huckleberry Lodge was more palatable than most locations.

  Small-town America made Jake shudder, and the cities were worse. Not that he’d spent much time in either, but even that was enough to know he preferred the solitude of locations like Nepal or the Australian outback. There were too many cars and people in most places.

  Andy honked his horn and a young woman came out of the lodge, followed by a small boy. The dog lying on the doorstep got to its feet, tail wagging furiously. Jake frowned; he knew the landlady lived in a guesthouse over the garage, but neither Andy nor his business manager had mentioned her having a kid.

  He opened the SUV door, stepping out in time to hear the woman call, “Hi, Andy.”

  “Hey, Hannah. Sorry we’re early—we made better time on the road than I thought we would. Jake, this is Hannah Nolan,” Andrew said. “She owns Huckleberry Lodge and teaches at the elementary school in town.”

  “Good afternoon,” Jake muttered.

  He couldn’t tell much about Ms. Nolan from her appearance. She was dressed in faded jeans and an oversize man’s shirt. She had a long, rumpled braid of chestnut-colored hair and her face was pretty in a wholesome way. Apparently she’d been cleaning, because the faint odor of bleach permeated the air.

  “You aren’t ready for me to move in?” he asked coolly, gesturing to the bucket she carried.

  “I spoke to Hannah late last night and asked her to do extra sanitizing as a precaution,” Andy explained hastily. “It seemed a good idea because you just got out of the hospital.”

  Jake’s jaw tightened. He was damned tired of hospitals and disinfectants and people trying to protect him without understanding the first thing about what he wanted. His body was damaged, not his brain. His mother had actually trekked out of the Andes to urge him to take it slow. Josie wasn’t a sentimental mom—he’d rarely seen her since becoming an adult—but she had her moments.

  Hell, his father had even breezed through shortly after the accident. Since Sullivan Spencer “S. S.” Hollister was a true hedonist and had been in the middle of yet another romance at the time, he must have been really worried. Nevertheless, Jake was done with doctors and everything associated with them. His only concession would be physical therapy—anything to get him back to his peak.

  “Sanitizing won’t be necessary in the future,” he growled. “I only asked for light cleaning. And you won’t need to come until Tuesday. I’ll be fine until then.”

  “I always do extra polishing before someone arrives, Mr. Hollister, and you are earlier than expected,” the landlady said, the chill in her voice equaling his own. She put a hand on the youngster’s shoulder. “By the way, this is my son, Danny. Danny, this is our new tenant, Mr. Hollister.”

  “Hi, mister.”

  “Uh...yeah. Hi.” Jake didn’t know anything about kids and didn’t want to.

  “Let me give you a tour of the lodge,” Hannah offered after an awkward silence.

  “I’ll show myself around.” He turned and limped to the Wrangler to begin unloading his luggage and equipment. “I don’t need that thing—take it with you,” he snapped as Andy took out the cane recommended by the doctor.

  “The doctor said—”

  “I don’t care what he said.”

  Over Andy’s protests, Jake carried one load after another into the lodge, despite the pain that was becoming intense. Danny Nolan wanted to help, but Jake sharply told him not to touch anything. The last thing he needed was to have his equipment damaged by a snot-nosed kid.

  Hannah Nolan promptly sent her son to their home over the garage, her expression turning less friendly by the minute.

  Andy began to look alarmed. Much to Jake’s displeasure, he pulled Hannah aside and started whispering in her ear. Jake ignored them both and carried two of his tripods up the lodge steps. He didn’t need his agent being a diplomat and making excuses.

  Perhaps he had been rude, but the sooner everyone left him alone, the better.

  * * *

  HANNAH WAS SEETHING.

  She’d seen the excitement on Danny’s face disappear at a single sharp word from Jake Hollister and she wanted to strangle the man. For some reason her son had been drawn to the tall photographer, only to be rebuffed. She didn’t expect her tenant to be buddies with a seven-year-old boy, but was common courtesy too much to expect?

  “Honestly, he’s a nice person,” Andy repeated urgently. “Don’t be misled by first impressions.”

  Hannah fixed her gaze on Andy. How could he be associated with such a bad-mannered, pompous ass as Jake Hollister?

  “You mean he’s rich and talented, so he gets away with murder.”

  Andy made a helpless gesture. “No. I’m the first to admit that Jake is focused and intense when working on a project, but that’s the perfectionist in him. He has his faults, but you have to understand how much pain he’s in right now—it’s a miracle he survived that plane crash and being hauled by dogsled for fourteen miles. Then there was the delay in flying him out for medical care. He’ll recover, but it’s hard for him to accept limitations, however temporary.”

  Hannah shifted her feet.

  In the five days since she’d first talked to Lillian about leasing Huckleberry Lodge to Jake Hollister, she’d learned plenty about him. Some had come from a telephone conversation with Andy and the rest from Lillian, who was dazzled at the thought of meeting someone famous. Yet Hannah wondered if she would stay impressed with Mr. Hollister once sh
e got a dose of his bad manners.

  “It’s all right, isn’t it, Hannah?” Andy asked anxiously. No doubt he was accustomed to working with temperamental artists who flew off the handle at the slightest thing. Hannah had a healthy temper as well, but she couldn’t afford to try breaking the lease agreement.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with it,” she assured him, though she already regretted agreeing to clean house for her new tenant.

  Andy smiled his awkward smile. “Good. I’d hate it if I wasn’t welcome in Mahalaton Lake.”

  “No chance of that. But since I’m not needed here, I’m going to check on Danny.”

  “I... Oh, sure. I’ll probably leave as soon as Jake is unpacked, so take care.”

  “You, too.”

  She hurried away with her bucket of cleaning supplies. Silver Cottage—the living area over the four-car garage—was a very nice home, with a third-floor family room, two bedrooms, lots of closets and a splendid kitchen. Best of all, it had a spacious living room and a deck with a view of the lake. When Great-Aunt Elkie was alive, she’d rented out Silver Cottage to skiers instead of Huckleberry Lodge. It wasn’t that she’d needed the income; she had just liked having people around.

  Danny was lying on his stomach on the living room floor, drawing a picture, their golden retriever next to him.

  “That’s a great dragon,” Hannah said.

  He shrugged, a small pout on his mouth.

  “Don’t be upset about Mr. Hollister,” she murmured. “He got hurt awfully bad a while ago. You saw him limping, didn’t you?”

  Danny didn’t look up. “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, sometimes people in pain don’t feel very friendly.”

  “But if he doesn’t feel good, why couldn’t I help?”

  She sighed. How did you explain adult pride to a child? “Maybe he wants to prove he can do it himself. Remember when you were mad at Grandpa because he wouldn’t take the training wheels off your bike as soon as you wanted? It’s kind of like that.”