Rainbow's End. Irene Hannon

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СКАЧАТЬ all about the paper and her yogurt and even Deb’s call—thanks to one Keith Michaels, now ensconced on her back porch eating her blackberry pancakes.

      “We had a storm last night and a piece of siding got ripped off the side of the house,” Jill explained, redirecting her attention to the conversation.

      “I hope you weren’t climbing on ladders.”

      “There’s not much choice when the problem is on the second floor.”

      “But you hate ladders. Look, I know you’re handy, but can’t you get someone to fix it for you?”

      “It’s already done, Deb.”

      “That figures.” Her sister gave a long-suffering sigh. “You know, I ought to send my husband out there to take a few lessons from you. Tony is a wonderful provider, but when it comes to home maintenance he’s as useless as a cell phone with a dead battery. You must have been at it at the crack of dawn.”

      Before she could respond, the back screen door opened and Keith came in far enough to deposit his plate and juice glass on the counter. Then he retreated to the porch, the screen door banging behind him.

      “Jill? What was that?”

      Typical Deb. She didn’t miss a thing, Jill thought with a wry shake of her head. “The back door.”

      “Who came in? Is everything okay?”

      “Everything’s fine. Look, it’s kind of a long story.”

      “I’ve got all day.”

      “It’s no big deal, Deb.”

      “Then why don’t you just tell me?”

      Shaking her head, Jill let out a resigned sigh. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re pushy?”

      “Yeah. You do. All the time. But hey, that’s what sisters are for. Now spill it. If you have a visitor, I want to hear all about it. This doesn’t happen every day.”

      Knowing Deb wouldn’t let up until she got the information she wanted, Jill gave her a shorthand version. “I let a guy use the cottage last night. They sent him out from town because there isn’t a room to be had over the holiday weekend, and it was raining cats and dogs. Turns out he’s a carpenter, and he offered to put the siding back up for me. I gave him breakfast on the back porch as a thank-you. He just brought in his empty plate.”

      Silence greeted her narration. When it lengthened, Jill spoke again. “Deb? Are you still there?”

      “Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. You took in a boarder? And you’re letting him wander around your house?”

      “He’s not a boarder. He stayed for one night. And he’s not wandering around my house.”

      “Who is this guy?”

      “I have no idea.”

      “What does he look like?”

      “What difference does that make?”

      “Just answer the question.”

      “I don’t know.” She turned to look out the door. Keith was standing by the porch railing sipping his coffee, his strong profile thrown into sharp relief by the morning sun. Angling away from the door, she lowered her voice. “He’s a little shaggy around the edges and a bit road-weary. But he looks honest.”

      “How old is he?”

      “What is this, the third degree?”

      “Look, when some guy shows up on my sister’s doorstep—my sister who avoids people like the plague, especially men—and she lets him wander around her house, I have reason to be concerned. So how old is he?”

      Letting her sister’s remark about avoiding people pass, Jill answered the question. “Fortyish, maybe.”

      Another few beats of silence passed. “I’m not sure I like this, Jill. I love your place, but it’s very isolated. I worry about you alone out there.”

      “I’m fine, Deb. There’s no need for concern. I was just being a Good Samaritan. He’s been very polite and grateful. And he’s leaving in a few minutes. End of story.”

      “Hmm.” She didn’t sound convinced. “Call me after he’s gone, okay?”

      “Deb.”

      “Just call me, okay? Otherwise I’ll worry about you. More than I already do.”

      “Fine. I’ll call. Now let’s talk about more important things. Like your visit in two weeks. I can’t wait to see you and Dominic.”

      “We’re looking forward to it, too. Dominic can’t talk about anything else. It’s Aunt Jill this and Aunt Jill that, and can we collect rocks at the beach again and go watch whales and climb that mountain, yada, yada, yada.”

      “Tell him the answer to all of those questions is yes. Now let’s talk logistics.” As they worked out the details, Jill realized that she was as excited about the annual visit as her sister and nephew were. Much as she loved her life on her little corner of Orcas Island, it did get lonely on occasion. More so at some times than others.

      Turning toward the porch again, her gaze once more sought Keith. He was standing with his back to her now as he looked toward Mount Constitution. In a few minutes, he would be gone, as she’d told Deb. And even though she knew nothing about him, even though his visit had been brief, she had the oddest feeling that his departure would initiate one of those “more so” times.

      Only snatches of conversation drifted through the open screen door to Keith. But he heard enough to realize that Jill was discussing plans with a woman named Deb for a visit. And that pleased him. It meant there was someone who cared about her and gave her an occasional reprieve from her solitary existence.

      He drew in a long, cleansing breath of the fresh morning air, enjoying the warmth of the sun against his face. To his surprise, the sense of peace he’d awakened with was still with him. He’d expected it to dissipate along with the wisps of mist that had hung over the field earlier in the morning as he’d trekked across. The feeling was so welcome, so calming, that he was loath to drive away and risk leaving it behind. But he had no excuse to stay. The woman in Eastsound had told him that Jill didn’t lease her cottage. Besides, he didn’t have enough money to pay rent for very long, anyway.

      Yet, he wanted to stay. For a few days, at least. Long enough, perhaps, for the peace to soothe his soul and give him a chance to figure out where he was going to go from here. His finances could handle a short extension of his visit. The trick would be convincing his reluctant landlady to prolong her hospitality.

      When Jill reappeared, Keith’s mug was almost empty. “Sorry for the interruption. Would you like some more coffee?” she offered, keeping her distance.

      “No, thanks. The breakfast was great. I haven’t had a meal like that in ages.”

      She acknowledged the compliment with a slight tip of her head. “Thank you for fixing the siding.”

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