Northern Escape. JENNIFER LABRECQUE
that afforded him a clear view of the room … and the kitchen. Once Nick was seated Dalton launched into the round of introductions.
The two native men were cousins. Clint Sisnuket worked as a guide, while Nelson Sisnuket was part of the local healthcare system. There was Dalton’s fiancée, Skye Shanahan, a pretty redhead. Clint was engaged to Tessa Bellingham, the petite blonde next to him who’d just moved to town a couple of weeks ago after visiting to shoot video footage. And the statuesque blonde Jenna Rathburne was also a newbie and also obviously had a thing for Nelson.
“If you can’t remember all the names, no worries,” said Tessa. “We threw a lot at you.”
Nick grinned. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got it.” Teddy walked up and delivered his drink and took dinner orders. Nick had already learned that while a short-order cook worked from a standing menu for breakfast and lunch, dinner was prepared by Gus and she had two offerings to choose from each evening.
“A toast,” Clint said, raising his glass in Nick’s direction. “Welcome to Good Riddance where you get to leave behind what troubles you.”
Everyone clinked glasses and drank.
Skye Shanahan looked across the table to him. “You’re single, Nick?”
Dalton pretended outrage. “Woman, please. I’m sitting right here for crying out loud.”
Skye shook her head even as Nick laughed and answered her question. “Yes. I’m footloose and fancy free.”
Skye exchanged a look with Tessa. “Don’t say we didn’t warn you. I came to fill in for two weeks and here I am.” She held up her hand with a sparkling engagement ring.
Tessa laughed. “Yep. I was only here five days and well …” She also held up her hand with an engagement ring attached.
“Not me,” Jenna said, holding up her bare fingers. “I came with a fiancé, but I dumped him. Hey, if you wind up needing an engagement ring, I can make you a good deal on mine.”
Laughing, Nick deliberately shifted in his seat, playing to his audience. “I’ll consider myself appropriately warned.” He looked into the kitchen again, where Gus, her dark head bent, worked efficiently.
An hour later, after Nick had polished off what was some of the best food he’d ever tasted, Gus left the kitchen and began to make her rounds by the various tables. Crazily his heart began to beat faster the closer she came to their table, and he was increasingly challenged to follow the conversation going on around him. Finally, she stopped by their table. “Hi, guys. How was everything tonight?”
There was a chorus of greats and outstanding. Then she looked directly at him. “Was everything to your liking, Nick?”
The booze and the food had been some of the best he’d ever had. Instinctively he knew she’d probably be the best he’d ever had, as well. Feeling no more in control than when he’d met her earlier, he attempted what he hoped was a charming smile. “The best I ever had.”
Her answering grin rocked through him. “I like hearing that. I also really like my privacy so I’d appreciate you not writing about me or my establishment.” She plucked his bill up from the table and neatly tore it in two. “And tonight was on the house.”
Son of a bitch. She’d been slick with backing him in that corner … and in front of a table full of witnesses.
He’d been intrigued when Teddy had first mentioned she’d moved here from New York. He’d been the other side of interested when he actually met her. Now she fascinated him.
He had to know more about this woman.
3
GUS FLIPPED THE OPEN SIGN TO Closed, ready to sag with exhaustion. They’d been busy and she’d been keyed up all night, even more so once she’d met Nick Hudson. It was as if she had an internal radar screen that kept him within view. She’d known where he was all night. And more than once she’d glanced his way, only to have those blue eyes of his snare her from across the room. Just a look from him and her pulse began to race.
“Thank God, it’s closing time,” she said to Teddy who had begun to turn the chairs upside down on the tables so they could sweep and mop. “I’m dead tired tonight.”
“I’m pretty tired myself,” Teddy said.
Gus paused, momentarily distracted from obsessing over Nick Hudson. It was unusual for Teddy to be tired. She was always a bundle of endless energy. For that matter, Gus was too, but she’d been so tense all afternoon and all the emotions around Troy that had come back—it had just exhausted her. Perhaps that was why she’d reacted so strongly to Nick.
In the kitchen, Gus began scrubbing down the stainless steel work surfaces. Teddy was uncharacteristically, but mercifully, quiet. Maybe she’d talked herself out earlier, going on nonstop about Nick.
Four long years. It had been four long years since Troy had totally stalked her, terrorized her to the point she thought she might have a nervous breakdown. Instead, she’d managed to finally get away from him with her life and a shock of white in her once dark hair, thanks to stress-induced alopecia. She’d lost a chunk of her hair and when it had grown back in it was stark white. Every day when she looked in the mirror, it served as a reminder of what could happen when you allowed a man to have control over you.
And for four years she’d not had an ounce, not even a smidgen of sexual attraction for a man. Was it irony, bad karma or just some wicked cosmic joke that one look at Nick Hudson and she’d tripped right into lust mode. Damn it to hell. She’d accomplished what she needed to accomplish tonight and now she just had to stay as far off of his radar as possible.
She ran hot water over a fresh kitchen cloth and began to rinse the area she’d just scrubbed. One look at him had her yearning for the slide of a man’s fingers against her skin, the brush of masculine lips against the inside of her wrist, the back of her knee. Actually that was a lie because it wasn’t just a yearning for any man, it was for that man.
Just because she’d been hard-pressed to think of anything other than what it would be like to kiss him, to wrap her arms around those broad shoulders, to feel the scrape of his whiskers against her neck, her cheek … well, that was all going nowhere because that definitely didn’t constitute staying off his radar. Nope, that would be just plain stupid and Gus didn’t do stupid.
“Gus,” Teddy said from the opening leading to the dining room. Gus glanced up and immediately noticed Teddy’s pallor, accentuated by two bright red spots on her cheeks and her overly bright eyes. “I feel sick.”
Teddy staggered to the sink and promptly threw up. Gus tried not to gag. She’d never been very good at handling someone throwing up. When Teddy finally quit heaving, Gus passed her a towel. Teddy’s teeth began chattering and Gus pressed the back of her hand to Teddy’s face.
“You’re burning up. You’ve got the flu.”
“I don’t think I can drive.”
There was no way she’d let Teddy walk out the door and even try it. “I know you definitely can’t drive. I’ll drive you home.”
Teddy shook her head no, still hanging on to the edge of the stainless steel industrial sink, but adamant nonetheless. “I appreciate it but you’ll grind my gears.” Teddy drove a stick and the one time Gus had tried to drive it had been a disaster. Gus didn’t even own a car anymore. She’d abandoned hers when Bull came for her and she hadn’t needed one since moving to Good Riddance. “Call Marcia. She’ll come get me.”
Teddy lived on the outskirts of town with her older sister, Marcia and Marcia’s girlfriend, Sybil. Their mom had died when Teddy was fourteen and her dad had taken off for parts unknown a year later.
Gus rang Marcia and then bundled Teddy into her coat, gloves and hat. Poor Teddy sat huddled in her coat in a chair near the door while she waited, a bowl