by Mia Ross
Regardless of his relaxed pose, he would be able to move quickly if she did something reckless with her dress again. Not that she planned to.
The man took a slow step closer and then knelt down in front of her. “Miss, are you all right?” His forehead creased. Only a foot or two away, she locked her gaze with his for the first time. His eyes were warm—the color of hot chocolate laced with cream.
Paige swallowed hard. “I’m okay.”
He raised a brow. “Are you sure? You could talk to me, if that would make things better. I’ll listen.” His voice was a balm. Strong and reassuring.
Stop. Stop analyzing him. She hadn’t come to Goose Harbor to check out the first man she bumped into. Not the first or the fifteenth.
“This isn’t how I usually am. You caught me at a bad time.” Paige rose from the floor, the dress clutched to her stomach. Maybe she’d sell the thing at a consignment shop in town. At least get some money out of it to help save toward a home of her own. Then strange men couldn’t wander downstairs and find her during an off moment, and she wouldn’t be able to embarrass herself again.
Although, the sooner she found a place of her own, the more the loneliness might seep in.
She set the dress on top of the washing machine. No need to bring it back to her bedroom. It would only serve as a reminder there.
The man got to his feet. “My name’s Caleb. I’m friends with Maggie. Do you want me to go get her?”
Paige shook her head.
Caleb looped his hands on his tool belt again as if they needed to do something tangible. “Is there something I can do to help you? Anything?”
“Just go.” Her voice cracked a little, even though she fought it.
“I’d feel better if I stayed here with you.”
“I’m sure you have better things to do.”
“Right now, making sure you’re safe is the most important thing on my list.”
Fine. She couldn’t make Caleb leave—not if he shared a friendship with the inn owner, but she could make him feel unwelcome. Make sure she was safe? Unless he was the town greeter or an undercover cop, she didn’t need him babysitting her.
Paige turned her back on him. A chill ran through her body. Why were basements so cold?
Caleb cleared his throat. “You’re pretty quiet for a girl.”
“For a girl, huh?” Paige fought back the first smile of the day as she turned to face him.
Like sunshine after a week of cloudy days, a full smile broke out across Caleb’s lips, lighting up every plane and angle of his face. “I have a sister.” His voice was bathed in tenderness. “She talks a mile a minute.”
So he loved his family, had a nice voice and knew how to comfort a girl in need. Paige needed to get away from him. Quick. She couldn’t afford to go soft on her vow against men so soon.
“I have to go. I’m sorry we had to meet like this.” Paige rushed to the stairs and grabbed the railing. She looked back at Caleb. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t.
Go, Paige. Just go. She’d gotten good at running away the past few months. At least, it was nice to think so. Without looking behind her again, she climbed the stairs and tried to forget the image of the concerned man in the basement with the gentle, chocolate eyes.
* * *
Caleb scrubbed his hand over the close-clipped hair on his chin. Women were confusing, plain and simple. At least the fire situation was under control. He grabbed the dress she’d left downstairs. Why had she made such a big deal of him giving it back to just leave it again?
“So, Smokey the Bear, what was it? Or like I suspected, was it all in your head?” Maggie’s voice made him jump.
He turned to face her. “Do you have a new girl working here?”
She wiped the dirt from gardening on her ripped jeans. “I never did fill the cleaning position.” Maggie leaned her hip against the basement wall. “But do you mean Paige? I’m letting her stay here for Principal Timmons until the tourists clear out and she can rent something more permanent in town. Let’s see, she’s about this tall. Pretty little blonde thing.”
“Principal Timmons?”
“Yes. Paige is the new English teacher.” Maggie smiled.
The three English teachers’ rooms were across the hall from where he taught science at the high school. So he’d be seeing a lot more of Paige.
“This is hers.” He pressed the wedding dress into Maggie’s hands. “But don’t give it back to her if she’s just going to try to light it on fire again.”
“On fire?” Maggie’s eyes grew big.
“Told you I smelled something.”
Maggie hugged the dress to her chest. “That poor woman.”
“That poor woman could have set your livelihood ablaze. Are you sure she’s safe? You know, right in the head? I’d hate to see you in trouble.” Caleb squeezed Maggie’s shoulder.
“She’s safe. I promise.”
He searched her face. “You’re the only sister-in-law I have.” He offered a small smile.
Maggie brushed his hand away. “I keep telling you—you don’t have to waste your life away worrying about little old me.”
Right. She knew too well. The last time he worried about someone it had caused Maggie a lot of heartache, too.
Even though her words sliced, he shrugged. “Other than Shelby, who else do I have to worry about?”
“Caleb.” She reached a hand toward him but let it drop to her side. “I didn’t mean to—”
No more pity. He couldn’t stand another person’s concerned eyes on him. That was the problem with a small town—everyone knew what had happened to his wife and treated him differently because of it.
“Sink’s fixed.” He plodded up the steps. “See you later.”
He didn’t bother gathering his tools from Maggie’s kitchen. She’d probably call him tomorrow with something else to patch at the inn. Not that he minded.
His sister, Shelby, might be waiting dinner on him at home. He checked his phone. No texts from her yet. He still had time.
Maybe he’d go shoot hoops at the school first.
* * *
Paige scoured mascara off her face so hard she left a red patch of skin.
What must Caleb think of her? Hopefully she’d never have to run into him again. If it came up in conversation she’d ask Maggie not to hire the same handyman next time or at least have Maggie warn her before she had him come for a job again. Facing him after she tossed herself into his arms would be nothing short of mortifying.
Okay. Let’s face it. She probably would see him again. Hadn’t he said he was friends with Maggie? More reason to find an apartment or home to rent somewhere else in town and soon as she could. That would be her first goal.
Paige let out a long breath of air.
Running away had never sounded like a good idea. But what else could she have done?
She sank onto the edge of the bed. This room was the size of Paige’s closet at her parents’ home, but in the same manner as the rest of the bed-and-breakfast, it was decorated like a charming English cottage. Good thing Principal Timmons had taken it upon himself to set up this living situation for her when he hired her last minute. And the owner, Maggie West, seemed nice enough. Although perhaps a little rough around the edges.
New starts were supposed to be exciting, right?
So why this heavy, hopeless feeling gnawing in the pit of her stomach?
Paige could hear Maggie in the kitchen, clanking spoons against bowls as she did prep work for tomorrow’s breakfast. What to do? Paige didn’t know anyone in the town of Goose Harbor, but going to bed before the sun went down seemed a little too desperate.
No, she needed to do something to clear her mind. Without wasting another minute, she snagged her gym shoes out of the closet and tugged them on. Paige wouldn’t go for a jog tonight, but she could scope out a trail to run for the next time she needed escape.
Maggie cleared her throat when Paige entere
d the kitchen.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” She wiped her hands on her green-checkered apron and gave Paige a sad smile.
“I’m guessing Caleb told you about my episode downstairs. I’m so sorry. That’s not like me. I promise I won’t act like that again.”
“Don’t even think about it. Believe me—men have done a number on my head one too many times to count. I guess that’s why I’m resigned to spinsterhood.” Maggie winked at her.
“Hardly. You’re what, my age?”
“I think a couple years older. Thirty-four, but let’s not go shouting that from the rooftops. You’re going to be okay, you know that, right?” Maggie grasped Paige’s hand, leaving some flour on her fingers.
“Sure. That’s why I’m here. Time for something new.” Paige tried to infuse life into her voice. She did like learning new things, and with her upbringing, she had so much to learn. But right now, it was the circumstances behind the uprooting of her life that dampened everything.
Maggie went back to punching a wad of dough on the counter. “I hung your dress up downstairs.”
“Thanks.” Paige touched her fingers to the couple of hair ties she always stored on her wrist. “Do you need help preparing anything? I don’t know a lot about cooking, but I’m willing to learn.”
“No need. I’m almost done for tonight. But I appreciate the offer.” Maggie rubbed the back of her hand on her forehead, leaving more flour.
“Well, if you ever need me to, I do know one recipe for scones that I could make some time. It’s about the only thing I know how to do in the kitchen.” Paige laid her hand on the doorknob that led to the public section of the inn.
“I’ll probably take you up on that at some point.”
“Anytime. I’m going to go out for a little while.” Paige walked through the door that led to the hotel portion of the bed-and-breakfast.
The common dining area boasted a large crystal chandelier that Maggie had told her was original to the mansion. The front parlor was rich with Persian carpets, flowered wallpaper, a grand piano and a stone fireplace surrounded by antique furniture. A towering grandfather clock ticked off the seconds as she passed by the grand, deep maroon carpeted staircase.
A bell tinkled as she pushed open the front door. She walked quickly down the sidewalk, passing her Mazda and the sign proclaiming: West Oaks Inn Bed-and-Breakfast.
Paige glanced over her shoulder at the Victorian mansion. Built in the Queen Anne style, sage clapboard gave way to pink-painted details and intricately carved wooden embellishments. Giant oak trees formed a line of soldiers up the driveway, protecting and shadowing the property. Cinderella might as well live there.
Too bad glass-slipper dreams only came true in storybooks.
Paige swung her arms, making herself walk faster.
Smaller homes on wide yards dotted the outskirts of the town. Even the most insignificant house here had more personality than any house found in the Chicago suburbs she had grown up in. Each one seemed to have a story—with a hundred years of history to be told.
Maybe this new start in Goose Harbor was all she needed. A fresh start. A new home.
No, not home. Nothing could ever feel like home again.
Leaving Illinois and all the dreams she’d clutched since childhood hadn’t been easy. But staying meant seeing him—being reminded of him. Staying hadn’t been a viable option.
At the bend in the road, the canopy of trees broke and the residential properties became closer together. Fresh Lake Michigan air mingled with the smell of someone barbecuing. Like giant sleeping bears, sand dunes hulked on both sides of the road. The anchoring trees grew through the shifting soil and hooded the road, only allowing slivers of sunlight to skip across her face when she turned onto Lake Front Drive.
A large town square made up the bustling portion of Goose Harbor. In the middle of the square was a large grassy area complete with a red band shell, a few park benches, a white gazebo and a small rose garden. A short distance from the square lay Ring Beach—named for the almost perfect half circle of soft sand that lined the shorefront. The calm, shallow waters at Ring Beach drew thousands of visitors to Goose Harbor every summer.
On the road, traffic slowed to a halt as a crop of buildings came into view. End-of-the-summer vacationers crowded the brick sidewalks that made up the downtown portion of Goose Harbor, clogging the roadways as they filtered between the homemade fudge shops, art galleries, unique mom-and-pop stores, ice-cream parlors and quaint restaurants built on stilts over the pier section of the waterfront. Women in high heels clip-clopped out of the way of darting children as old men sat watching the world go by from wooden benches lining the dock. White masts bobbed in the marina.
No wonder Goose Harbor had been voted one of the top five places to vacation in the Midwest.
Paige veered away from the cute downtown. Something told her to go to the beach, watch the waves roll in and pray. But there was no point. God didn’t want to hear about her minuscule troubles. After all, He had wars and starving children to worry about. His time should be spent on situations that actually mattered to the world, not her. No, she didn’t need to bother Him with her little issues.
Besides, when was the last time something she prayed for actually happened?
She followed the path that led to the high school. She stood in the parking lot, hands on her hips, and scanned the building. A group of people tossed a basketball around on the far outdoor court. A couple clad in neon spandex ran together around the track.
She could do this.
Sure, all her other teaching experience had been at inner-city schools in Chicago, but students in a tourist town couldn’t be that different, not really. If she’d learned something while teaching it was that all teens needed one thing—someone to let them know that their life mattered and they had worth, as is.
Anyway, she’d relocated to Goose Harbor to volunteer at Sarah’s Home—a nonprofit organization that helped at-risk youth. Over the past few years, Dad had donated to Sarah’s Home because his college roommate, Mr. Timmons, was the head of the board. Dad might have used the place as a tax shelter, but Paige looked forward to the quarterly newsletter from Sarah’s Home.
No one knew, but those newsletters had shaped her desire to work with inner-city students. She’d wanted to be a teacher since grade school, but only after poring over the updates and the Sarah’s Home website had a passion sparked inside of her for at-risk youths.
After catching Bryan tangled up with a leggy redhead, Paige knew she needed to leave Chicago. All her friends were Bryan’s friends. Her dreams near her childhood stomping ground were all too linked with the boy she’d known since junior high school.
No, leaving had been her only option.
Sarah’s Home popped into her head immediately—her safe place. Now she could be a part of the nonprofit that had already shaped her life so much. In the midst of her trial, she could turn things around for the good and give back.
Yes, the chance to help at Sarah’s Home had been the main draw to this area; finding a teaching job at the nearby high school had been a nice bonus. Her dad’s friendship with Principal Timmons hadn’t hurt, either. Timmons had been urging her to apply to his school ever since she graduated and was only too happy to call her when a last-minute position opened.
Who knew? Maybe in a few weeks she’d have a bunch of friends here...maybe that would be her in the middle of a neighborhood game of pickup.
Paige took a couple of steps forward, squinting to watch the basketball game. It looked like a bunch of teens, probably her future students. Maybe they were members of the high school’s team getting in a practice before school started at the end of the week. A couple of elementary-school kids sat on the sidelines.
The tallest guy called for a break and walked over to where the children sat. The two boys hopped up when he offered them the basketball. The man motioned for them to follow him to the basket, where he took turns lifting both of them up to dunk t
he ball.
From a distance, she couldn’t make out how old the man was, but his gesture warmed her heart and made her long for the family she dreamed of but wouldn’t have. Perhaps those were the coach’s sons. Either way, in her experience it was a rare trait in a man to choose to play with kids when he could be standing courtside joking with the older students.
When they called game again, Paige crept a bit closer. She took a seat on a wooden bench near the court.
The tallest man dribbled the ball, skirted past his opponent and sank the ball into the net with a swoosh. Caught up in the moment, Paige clapped.
The player turned around and locked gazes with her. Recognition hit her in the stomach like a punch.
Caleb.
She shot to her feet, spun around and picked her way across the field in the opposite direction.
So much for her hopes of never seeing him again.
Copyright © 2014 by Jessica Koschnitzky
ISBN-13: 9781460337455
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