Sugar Pine Trail. RaeAnne Thayne

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Oh.” She looked totally defeated, as if all color and light had leached away from her world.

      “I’m sure it’s something simple. Do you mind if I take a look at your water heater? I might be able to figure it out.”

      “I...no. Of course not.”

      “Is it inside your apartment or...” He let his voice trail off.

      “Oh. Yes. You want to go inside.” She unlocked the door and pushed it open. “I’m sorry. It’s been a...long day.”

      She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Immediately, a trio of cats rushed past her to greet Jamie.

      She didn’t blink at that, as if their defection was all she deserved.

      Inside her house, he had the same impression as the other night, one of fussy tidiness. Some instinct told him the decor on this floor of the house wasn’t the real her, that she was only maintaining the antiques and collectibles out of obligation. She would fit much better among the delicate, feminine furnishings upstairs.

      Saying nothing, she led him through the living area to her kitchen, where she opened a door and flipped on a light. Stone steps led the way down to a large stone basement that had likely once been the root cellar of the house. Now, as Julia led the way down the stairs, he discovered a furnace and water heater that both looked new.

      He looked around the space. “This is quite a cellar.”

      “I know. I hated coming down here when I was a girl. I’m still not that crazy about it, if you want the truth. I avoid it as much as possible.”

      As soon as she spoke the words, she looked as if she wanted to take them back, as if she hated revealing a weakness about herself.

      He wanted to tell her he found it charming. It also made him wonder what she had been like as a little girl, all gorgeous, serious eyes and long, dark braids. He didn’t know how he knew she had braids, but he could picture them, clear as day.

      “The water heater shouldn’t be having trouble. It’s brand-new and still under warranty,” she said. “I had it installed when the furnace went out this fall.”

      “Let me just take a look.”

      He didn’t know much about water heaters, but he figured if he could fix some of the tricky mechanical problems of his airplanes, he should be able to figure this out.

      He tinkered for a moment and quickly realized the pilot light had gone out on the water heater.

      After trying the regulator on the pilot a few times with no success, he sought an alternative.

      “Got a match?” he asked.

      “Not on me,” she answered with a rueful look. “But my father always kept some down here to light the pilot on our old furnace.”

      She went to a shelf along the wall that still held dusty preserves. After rooting around a moment, she pulled out a box of long matches. “I can’t guarantee they’ll still light,” she said. “My dad’s been gone three years now.”

      “I’m sorry,” he said. His pop was still going strong. Jamie hated thinking of a world that didn’t have Dermot Caine in it.

      “Thank you. He was a good man, even toward the end. Some people with Alzheimer’s get mean, but my father was always the sweetest, most gentle man.”

      Alzheimer’s. That was tough. He knew how heartbreaking that damn disease could be.

      Her mother had recently died, he remembered. Eliza had mentioned her mother had spent her last few months in a nursing home after a series of strokes, which meant she had been through more than her share. Eliza had also told him Julia was an only child. That must have been a heavy load to carry alone.

      He couldn’t fix that for her, but at least could get the hot water going again. Turning his attention to the task at hand, Jamie adjusted the gas to the pilot light and quickly lit a match to it. The light ignited with a whoosh that made her gasp a little and step back.

      When it appeared the water heater was working correctly, Jamie stood up. “That should do it. My shower should be hot in no time.”

      “If you have more trouble, let me know, and I’ll call the company in Shelter Springs that installed it.”

      “You got it.”

      “Thank you for fixing it. I wouldn’t have known the first thing to do.”

      “I didn’t do anything except check the pilot light,” he said.

      “My mother always called a neighbor every time something went wrong. I’m trying to be a little more...independent. Obviously I have a long way to go.”

      She mustered a smile, but her eyes still looked haunted. Something was wrong, he thought again. He had a feeling it had nothing to do with her parents.

      “There’s nothing to lighting a pilot light. See that regulator valve? Just turn that to pilot and hold it down for about a minute. If it doesn’t light, you can use a long-handled lighter or match. Just keep your eyebrows out of the way. If you’re fond of them and want to keep them, anyway.”

      That teased a little smile out of her, but it slid away quickly.

      “After it’s lit, you have to hold down the valve to heat the thermocouple for about a minute, then release it and you should be good to go.”

      “I’ll probably just end up calling the neighbor, but thanks for the explanation. I guess that’s it, then. Enjoy your shower.”

      The big tank wouldn’t have enough hot water for a shower for hours yet, but he didn’t tell her that. “Thanks.”

      He replaced the door on the control panel, then the two of them headed back up the stairs.

      When they were once more in her kitchen, he couldn’t ignore the bleak sadness in her eyes any longer. “Is something wrong? Besides the hot water heater, I mean?”

      Her eyes widened with surprise. “I don’t...why would you ask that?”

      “You seem troubled.”

      He wanted to tell her she appeared very different from the soft, appealing, tipsy woman she had been the night before. That hardly seemed appropriate, though, so he held his tongue.

      “I’m fine, Mr. Caine. It’s been a very long and difficult day, and the only things on my mind are my comfy pajamas, a cup of tea and a good book.”

      He had no right whatsoever to push her to tell him what was wrong, as much as he might want to.

      “I understand,” he finally said. The truth was, if he switched the pajamas for sweats and the tea for a beer, his evening would be just about the same.

      “Good night, Mr. Caine,” she said woodenly.

      What happened to Jamie? he wondered, as he let himself out and headed back up the stairs. Did she remember that she had asked him to call СКАЧАТЬ