Christmas At Prescott Inn. Cathryn Parry

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СКАЧАТЬ least Curtis, the male half of their ice dance team, had kept his wits and remembered to gather up the skaters’ phones, jackets and street shoes. They may not have clothes—indeed, Emilie still wore her Santa’s elf costume—but at least they weren’t still in skates, and they’d been able to use their phones to contact loved ones.

      “Hey, what are you two whispering about?” Katya asked. “If you know something, tell us!”

      The other skaters gathered around her, too, pressing for details.

      She explained what Gary had said about the divers. “But, guys, the other entertainers are in a different situation. They work for a different production company.” She made a mental note to call Lynn again in Colorado Springs, where their production company was located. She didn’t want to do it within hearing of her team, though.

      “My parents were supposed to visit me on the Christmas sailing,” Curtis remarked. The rugged ice dancer was from a small town in Nova Scotia and hadn’t seen his family in nearly six months. Curtis sat on a nearby cot, put his elbows on his knees and gazed up at Emilie. “Do you think Empress Cruises will let them change their booking to whatever ship we’re on next?”

      Emilie doubted they’d be assigned to another ship, but she didn’t want Curtis to worry.

      “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Emilie reassured him. “Wherever we end up, we’ll work to get your parents there for Christmas with us, too.”

      “They’re going to dismiss us all and send us home, aren’t they?” Lynette turned to Emilie. Lynette was Curtis’s dance partner. “There are no other ships to put us on. Think of it, guys. Every ship is already staffed for the season.”

      “I cannot go home!” Katya sat up and looked at Emilie in alarm. “Please! We have to find a place somewhere.”

      Emilie swallowed. Katya had confided to Emilie that she desperately needed this job to help her family at home. She sent money every month to her mother and grandmother.

      Katya’s skating partner, Sergei, said something to her in Russian, which Emilie didn’t understand. The two held a quiet conversation.

      Emilie touched Katya’s arm. “What’s he saying?”

      “That he doesn’t want to go home, either. He wants to stay with me. You must do something for us, Emilie. Please.”

      Sergei was usually the one to keep Katya calm and happy. It had always surprised Emilie that they didn’t have more than a platonic relationship.

      Katya gave a soft cry and put her hand on her mouth. “All my papers are in the safe in the room!” She stared wildly at Emilie. “All our things are gone—at the bottom of the ocean! What will we do?”

      “It’s all right. I’ve kept copies of your paperwork in my computer.” Emilie felt Katya’s forehead. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have a fever. “You should get some rest. I’ll help you work it out once we get off the island.”

      “But your computer is at the bottom of the ocean, too!”

      “Electronic backups for all our files are in the cloud.” Emilie gestured upward. “It’s safe.” Saved were copies of everyone’s information—visas and paperwork and even costume measurements. Skate sizes, too—not that that mattered since they had all evacuated the ship wearing their skates.

      “So, you can help us find a new ship?” Katya asked, her face hopeful. “Yes?”

      “You’re the Ice Mom.” Gary rose a brow at her.

      “Yes, I certainly am.” Emilie smiled. “Don’t listen to the gossip from the diving team or the dancers, either. Listen to me. I’ll call our production company right now and see what they can do for us.”

      “Thank you, Emilie.” Katya leaned back in her cot. She seemed pale. Emilie made a mental note to be here when Dr. David showed up.

      She turned to Gary, her de facto assistant. “Gary, you’re in charge while I’m gone. Please make sure that everyone sticks together. I’ll be back shortly.”

      She headed again for the beach, this time to make her call.

      She would keep them together. Last year had been a depressing Christmas because it had been the anniversary of her breakup with Nathan. She had vowed that this season would be different.

      She would keep her skaters together, at least through Christmas. She didn’t know how, but she would make it happen.

      Then she caught sight of the reporter she’d seen earlier. He was still trying to record eyewitness accounts of the accident.

      Maybe he’d like to see an eyewitness video...

      “Hello!” She waved to the young man.

      Immediately he trotted across the sand to her. “You’re a skater!” he remarked.

      “Yes.” She smoothed the skirt of her elf costume. “We haven’t had time to change yet.” She held out her hand. “I’m Emilie.”

      “Joseph.” He shook her hand vigorously, then fiddled with his phone screen. “Would you mind if I asked you some questions? I’ve heard about you all in the troupe. One of the passengers was raving about you—said you were heroes. Her family was at the skating show.”

      “We just did what we were trained to do,” Emilie said.

      “Yes, but you made sure everyone was evacuated quickly and safely. And you were calm.”

      “The passengers were great.” Emilie dug out her phone. “Would you like to see video of it? A passenger shared it with me. He said he planned to put it online when he gets home. I can give you the link once it’s up.”

      “That would be fabulous.” Joseph smiled gratefully. “I promise I won’t record it.”

      Ten minutes later, after he’d seen the video for himself, he prodded Emilie to speak to him for a recorded interview.

      She talked about her troupe’s dilemma. She did the best she could to pitch their need for a home for Christmas. Or at least a job.

      It was the best she could think of to do for her skaters. She hoped it was enough.

       CHAPTER THREE

      THE NEXT MORNING, Nathan met with his investors at his local savings and loan.

      Rob, his principal investor and also the bank’s director, didn’t mince words. “Nathan, unless you can turn the cash flow around in the next two weeks, we’ll be putting Prescott Inn on the market at the end of December.”

       No!

      “Take a look at my plans before you discuss that step,” Nathan said, gazing from face to face at the four men seated around the table. He wouldn’t give up without a fight. “There’s no need to make any drastic decisions just yet. Let me walk you through СКАЧАТЬ