The One And Only. Laurie Paige
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Daltons that Amelia had mentioned. He gave her a smile and nod. The blonde on his arm glanced her way.
“Are you the new school nurse?” she asked.
“Why, yes,” Shelby said, unable to hide her surprise.
The young woman, about Shelby’s age, held out a hand. “I’m Honey Dalton. This is Zack. Beau has mentioned working with you. Zack and Beau are cousins.”
“I’m Shelby Wheeling.” Shelby shook hands with both of them, giving Zack a wry smile. “You and your cousin look enough alike to be twins.”
That brought a ripple of laughter from the couple. “We have those in the family, too,” he explained. “My younger brothers are twins.”
“Do they look like you and Dr. Dalton, too?”
“They do,” Honey told her. “Get the four of them together and even I get confused.”
“Yeah? Just don’t let me catch you making out with one of the others,” Zack threatened.
Noting their wedding rings and the easy air between them, Shelby concluded they were husband and wife. “Is something going on in the carriage house?” she asked, curious about the couples she saw leaving.
Honey nodded. “I’m holding dance classes there. That was the Wednesday afternoon couples class. Ballroom and modern dance. We would love to have you join us.”
Shelby didn’t know what to say.
“I need a partner,” Zack assured her. “My wife dances with all the other men on the pretext of showing them what to do and how to hold their partners. I end up standing by the wall most of the time.”
“Uh, thanks, but I think I’d better get settled in a bit more first. You wouldn’t happen to know of any apartments for rent, would you?”
Honey was sympathetic. “It’s hard to find a rental in a small place like this. However, there’s a cottage by the lake next to the resort property,” she said with a tentative glance at her husband.
“It’s for sale, not rent,” he reminded her.
“I was wondering if they might rent it while waiting for a buyer. You know the owner. Think you could ask him?”
Shelby perked up at this news. The only available apartment in town had been over a gas station and totally unacceptable in terms of cleanliness, repairs and general livability. The extremely low rent had been its only redeeming feature.
“No problem. I’ll let you know,” he told Shelby.
“Thanks. Would you leave word with Amelia if I’m not in? I’ll be teaching at the high school three mornings each week when school starts, then doing nurse duty at the elementary school in the afternoons.”
“Isn’t this the loveliest place?” Honey gestured around the B and B common room. “Amelia serves the best breakfast rolls and pastries in town. Zack is a deputy with the sheriff’s department. Sometimes he claims he has to stay over in town, but I know he does it only so he can get a room here and have one of Amelia’s breakfasts.”
He laid a hand over his heart. “A man has to do his sworn duty.” In an aside, he mock-whispered to Shelby, “Honey always manages to stay over, too, and join me for breakfast and the evening snacks. She says it’s my company she misses. A likely story.”
Laughing, they bid her goodbye and went to speak to the landlady before heading out the front door.
A funny pang, part nostalgia, part yearning, filled Shelby’s chest so that it was difficult to breathe. Once she’d been like that couple—happy and confident and so very much in love, so sure of the future.
Now she could only shake her head at how naive she’d been at eighteen, fresh out of school and determined to marry her sweetheart. She hadn’t been able to imagine anything bad happening to them.
Looking out at the golden grasslands beyond the lush garden, she realized she no longer imagined anything very wonderful happening in her future.
My, how pessimistic she had grown, she chided. Expect the worst so as not to be surprised when it happened. That was her motto. She had to smile.
“I’m sorry, Miss Wheeling, the funds didn’t come through. We thought they had been promised, but someone misunderstood,” the assistant superintendent of schools explained.
It was Monday morning and Shelby had reported in for the teachers’ planning sessions at the high school, but had been referred to the superintendent’s office instead.
“So there’re no funds for a health teacher?” she repeated to make sure she understood. “What about the school nurse position in the afternoons?”
“We’re okay on that,” he assured her with a big smile. “Those funds come from a different pot.”
“I see.”
“I’m terribly sorry about all this,” he continued. “We always need substitutes. Perhaps I could put you on the list?”
“Uh, let me think about it. I’ll get back to you.” She rose when he did, obviously dismissed.
Her ears ringing with his apologies, she left the building and drove from the county seat, where the high school and administrative offices were located, to Lost Valley. Considering her savings, she had enough money to make it here for a year without working at all, but work gave her a ready cover for her covert activities.
Arriving in town, she parked in front of the Victorian that housed the doctor’s offices. She actually felt lighter as she walked up the steps and into the building. Now if the job with Beau was still open, all would be perfect.
He was at lunch, the receptionist told her. The office would be open at two. Disgruntled, Shelby retraced her steps and stood on the broad porch with its sweeping view of the three nearest peaks from which Seven Devils Mountains got its name.
He-Devil Mountain. She-Devil Mountain. The Devil’s Tooth. Odd names that came from a Native American legend of seven monsters who had terrorized the land until Coyote turned them into mountains.
The monsters must have been made from copper for that was the most common ore in the area. Gold had been discovered near there in 1860.
She whimsically wished she could have lived then. To be a pioneer and brave the elements and the rugged wilderness, to find copper and gold, to found a homestead the way the Dalton ancestors had…
She sighed and shook her head at the romantic musing. Life had never been that idealistic.
“Get lost, cousin,” Beau said.
Zack, startled, glanced toward the door of the restaurant. The Crow’s Nest was a log-and-plank structure with a view of the reservoir that provided water for the small town of Lost Valley. The restaurant was deliberately rustic, but the scenery saved it from coyness. The food made it a draw for locals as well as visiting fishermen.
“Ah, the nurse,” Zack said, spotting the lone female entering through the heavy plank door with its antler door handles. “Something going there, cuz?”
Beau grinned mysteriously. “I offered her a job last week. I think she may accept. The teaching job didn’t get funded, so she might need extra income.”
“Well, then, good luck. Time for me to return to the harrowing life of a lawman, running down stray dogs, saving cats from trees and all that excitement.”
Zack rose, gestured for Shelby to join them and held out a chair. “Hey, pretty lady,” he called. “You’re just in time. I’m Zack. We met at Amelia’s last week.”
“I remember. You and Honey,” she said.
When she was seated, he winked over her head at Beau, then ambled out to the sheriff’s department cruiser assigned to him as a deputy.
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