Virgin River. Робин Карр

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      “He is too cute.”

      “Don’t let him hear you say that,” Jack advised. “He’s at the crush age. A very dangerous sixteen. What do you feel like?”

      “You know—I wouldn’t mind a cold beer,” she said. And it instantly appeared before her. “What’s for dinner?” she asked.

      “Meat loaf,” he said. “And the best mashed potatoes you’ll ever experience.”

      “You don’t have anything like a menu, do you?”

      “Nope. We get whatever Preacher’s in the mood to fix. You wanna enjoy that beer for a minute? Or, you want your supper fast?”

      She took a pull. “Give me a minute.” She took another sip and said, “Ahhh.” It made Jack smile. “I think I met half the town today.”

      “Not even close. But the ones who came out today will spread the word about you. Have any real patients, or were they all just checking you out?”

      “I had a couple. You know, I really didn’t have to come over here—the house is full of food. When they come, they bring food, whether they’re really sick or not. Pies, cakes, sliced meat, fresh bread. It’s very… country.”

      He laughed. “Careful,” he said. “We’ll grow on you.”

      “You have any use for a couple of jars of canned berries? I think it was a patient fee.”

      “You bet. Preacher makes the best pies in the county. Any news about the baby’s mother?”

      “I call the baby Chloe,” she said, expecting a sting of tears that, remarkably, didn’t come. “No. Nothing. I hope the woman who gave birth isn’t sick somewhere.”

      “With the way everyone around here knows everyone’s business, if there were a sick woman out there, word would get out.”

      “Maybe she did come from another town.”

      “You look almost happy,” he said.

      “I almost am,” she returned. “The young woman who brought the berries asked me to deliver her baby. That was nice. The only problem seems to be that she’s going to be having her baby in my bedroom. And she could be doing that pretty soon, too.”

      “Ah,” he said. “Polly. She looks like that baby’s ready to fall out of her.”

      “How did you know? Oh, never mind—everyone knows everything.”

      “There aren’t that many pregnant women around,” he laughed.

      She turned on her stool and looked around. Two old women were eating meat loaf at a table by the fire and the couples she had met, all in their forties or fifties, seemed to be socializing; laughing and gossiping. There were perhaps a dozen patrons. “Business is pretty good tonight, huh?”

      “They don’t come out in the rain so much. Busy putting buckets under the leaks, I suppose. So—still feel like getting the hell out of here?”

      She drank a little of her beer, noting that on an empty stomach the effects were instantaneous. And, actually, delightful. “I’m going to have to leave, if for no other reason than there’s nowhere around here to get highlights put in my hair.”

      “There are beauty shops around here. In Virgin River, Dot Schuman does hair in her garage.”

      “That sounds intriguing.” She lifted her eyes to his face and said, “I’m getting a buzz. Maybe I better do that meat loaf.” She hiccupped and they both laughed.

      By seven, Hope McCrea had wandered in and took the stool next to her. “Heard you had a lot of company today,” she said. She pulled her cigarettes out of her purse and as she was going to shake one out, Mel grabbed her wrist.

      “You have to wait until I’m done with dinner, at least.”

      “Oh, foo—you’re a killjoy.” She put the pack down. “The usual,” she ordered. And to Mel, “So—how was it? Your first real day? Doc scare you off yet?”

      “He was absolutely manageable. He even let me put in a couple of stitches. Of course, he didn’t compliment my work, but he didn’t tell me it was bad, either.” She leaned closer to Hope and said, “I think he’s taking credit for me. You might want to stand up for yourself.”

      “You’re staying now?”

      “I’m staying a few days, at least. Until we get a couple of things that need attention ironed out.”

      “I heard. Newborn, they say.”

      Jack put a drink down in front of Hope. “Jack Daniel’s, neat,” he said.

      “Have any ideas on the mother?” Mel asked Hope.

      “No. But everyone is looking at everyone else strangely. If she’s around here, she’ll turn up. You done pushing food around that plate yet? Because I’m ready for a smoke.”

      “You shouldn’t, you know.”

      Hope McCrea looked at Mel in impatience, grimacing. She pushed her too-big glasses up on her nose. “What the hell do I care now? I’ve already lived longer than I expected to.”

      “That’s nonsense. You have many good years left.”

      “Oh, God. I hope not!”

      Jack laughed and in spite of herself, so did Mel.

      Hope, acting like a woman with a million things to do, had her drink and cigarette, put money on the bar, hopped off the stool and said, “I’ll be in touch. I can help out with the little one, if you need me.”

      “You can’t smoke around the baby,” Mel informed her.

      “I didn’t say I could help out for hours and hours,” she answered. “Keep that in mind.” And off she went, stopping at a couple of tables to pass the time on her way out.

      “How late do you stay open?” Mel asked Jack.

      “Why? You thinking about a nightcap?”

      “Not tonight. I’m bushed. For future reference.”

      “I usually close around nine—but if someone asks me to stay open, I will.”

      “This is the most accommodating restaurant I’ve ever frequented,” she laughed. She looked at her watch. “I better spell Doc. I don’t know how patient he is with an infant. I’ll see you at breakfast, unless Doc’s out on a house call.”

      “We’ll be here,” he offered.

      Mel said goodbye and on her way to her coat, stopped at a couple of the tables to say good night to people she had just met. “Think she’ll stay on awhile?” Preacher quietly asked Jack.

      Jack was frowning. “I think what she does to a pair of jeans СКАЧАТЬ