Too Close For Comfort. Sharon Mignerey

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СКАЧАТЬ marry a millionaire and retire to a cabana on a tropical beach.’’ Hilda followed Rosie.

      ‘‘Not me. I wouldn’t give up this view for anything.’’ As was her habit, Rosie strolled toward the water’s edge, her gaze sweeping the panorama in front of her. Water and sky. Misty clouds and steeply rising mountains. The variegated shades of mauve that defined a soft sunset.

      Hilda walked beside her, silent within her own thoughts.

      Rosie turned toward the house where a light shone through the window. Inside, she could see Mama Sarah moving around the kitchen, the aroma of cooking onions wafting on the air. A couple of the kids had gone inside, but two others still played in the yard—their activity much less exuberant than it had been hours ago. Finally she raised her gaze to the hillside.

      ‘‘I hate this,’’ she murmured. ‘‘Being afraid and suspicious.’’

      ‘‘Not much choice if you want to keep that little girl safe.’’

      ‘‘Yeah. I know.’’

      ‘‘It’s pretty odd I was never able to get hold of the guy who reported his little girl missing.’’ Hilda clucked her tongue. She had gone back to her house a couple of hours earlier to check on messages. ‘‘I did get one answer back,’’ Hilda added. She glanced at Rosie, deliberately extending the pause.

      ‘‘Okay, I bite. And the question was?’’

      Hilda grinned. ‘‘You’ve got a bonafide hero on your hands with Ian Stearne. Honorable discharge and a number of medals.’’ At Rosie’s raised eyebrow, she added, ‘‘You know how trusting Lily is—I just wanted to make sure this guy was legit.’’

      ‘‘Legit and a bonafide hero aren’t exactly the same thing.’’

      ‘‘That’s right. But this guy had a big article written on him in his hometown of Detroit. I left a copy of the fax for you on the kitchen table. Darn near got himself killed trying to get refugees to safety in Kosovo.’’

      Probably how he came by the scar on his chest, Rosie thought.

      ‘‘And he runs something called Lucky’s Third Chance for kids. I left you an article about that, too,’’ Hilda said. ‘‘Your sister knows how to pick ’em.’’

      Rosie wondered if Lily had ever seen Ian handle a gun.

      ‘‘I don’t like the idea of leaving you alone,’’ Hilda said.

      ‘‘I’m not sure we have any other choice. We’re all set for my cousin to meet us at the north end of Frederick Sound tomorrow afternoon. He can’t get there much sooner than that.’’

      ‘‘I still don’t like it.’’

      Rosie didn’t, either. ‘‘Unless we were watched this morning when I got back here with Ian and Annmarie, nobody but you and Mama Sarah knows they’re here.’’

      Hilda faced her. ‘‘You’ll call if you even hear an owl screech.’’

      ‘‘Or a mouse peep,’’ Rosie promised.

      Rosie couldn’t have said what she expected dinner with Ian and Annmarie to be like, but it certainly hadn’t included the playful man who whooped and laughed and gently teased Annmarie into forgetting she was in a strange place. He sang to her, deliberately getting the lyrics wrong, accepting the child’s impatient corrections in a way that made Rosie think this was an old and familiar game with the two of them.

      ‘‘We’ll wash the dishes, won’t we Mr. Ian?’’ Annmarie said as Rosie began clearing the table. ‘‘Just like we do at home.’’

      ‘‘We don’t do dishes while we’re on vacation,’’ he returned with a grin. His sharp glance rested a moment on the shade covering the window. No one would mistake his silhouette for hers.

      Annmarie pondered Ian’s statement a moment. ‘‘We can’t just leave the dishes dirty.’’

      ‘‘We could let the dog lick them,’’ he suggested.

      She giggled. ‘‘You’re so silly. There would be germs.’’

      ‘‘Are you sure?’’ He held the plate up as if to inspect it. ‘‘I don’t see any germs,’’

      ‘‘That’s ’cause you need a mic…’’ She puckered her brow. ‘‘What’s the name of that thing Mama uses at work?’’

      ‘‘Microscope?’’ he offered.

      She brightened. ‘‘That’s right.’’

      ‘‘I’ll wash the dishes,’’ Rosie said, picking up the plates and carrying them to the counter. ‘‘I bet there’s a movie on the TV.’’ The den was the one room in the house where there were thick drapes. The first winter Rosie had spent here, it was the only room in the house where she had felt truly safe.

      ‘‘I think she’s trying to get rid of us,’’ he said, scooping Annmarie into his arms.

      ‘‘You’ll come watch with us, won’t you?’’ she called as Ian carried her out of the kitchen.

      ‘‘Just as soon as I get my chores done.’’

      As Rosie cleaned up the dishes, she listened to their muffled laughter coming from the den. She both envied and admired the easy rapport between them. She had only herself to blame that she didn’t know Annmarie as she now desperately wanted to.

      She turned off the light in the kitchen and quietly let herself out of the house, Sly following her. He padded into the yard as he usually did, and she felt a moment’s relief from the day’s tension. Sly didn’t seem to smell anything unusual. She went to the edge of the porch and peered up the hillside where Ian had said someone had watched the house. From down here, Sly would probably never pick up a scent unless the wind came off the mountains at the center of the island instead of off the water.

      Her relief vanished. Who did she think she was kidding with all her carefully made plans? The totem in the middle of her yard might be great for scaring away evil spirits, but would be useless against the men after Annmarie.

      When Sly joined her back on the porch, she went into the house, carefully closing the door behind her. She heard a snicking sound and looked up in time to see Ian with the gun in his hand, putting the safety back on. Meeting her glance, he slipped the weapon in the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back.

      She couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or terrified that he’d heard her and Sly go outside. Turning her back to him, she locked the door, her fingers lingering over the lock.

      ‘‘Everything okay out there?’’ he asked.

      She nodded.

      ‘‘You okay?’’

      She turned around to face him. ‘‘I’ve had better days.’’

      ‘‘But you got to see your niece on this one.’’

      ‘‘Yeah.’’

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