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Автор: Kathy Damp
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Heartwarming
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781474035132
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that there were phones in every room; they just didn’t work. When Lynette had bought the place back in the early seventies, they didn’t work. She’d just left them there so she wouldn’t have to redo the neon sign.

      Ray punched Willard on the shoulder. “Move. I gotta get.”

      The two men hitched out of the booth.

      “Gotta love vacation,” Sparks said, no longer annoyed at the lack of phone service at the Safari. It was a great summer story.

      Halfway to the cash register with his tab, Ray turned back toward Sparks, an enigmatic expression on his face. “You think you’re here for vacation?” He snorted.

      A tall, thin man with a big smile and short white hair sprouting up on the top of his head pushed open the door and strode into the Dew Drop, scanning the diners.

      He approached the booth. “Son, you Sparks?” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Chet. Naomi wants a meetin’ with you.”

      Despite the older man’s warm voice and kind gaze, Sparks shivered. It was like a summons to visit the queen.

      AFTER A SHOWER, and pulling on shorts and a T-shirt, Emma headed for the ancient Bunn coffeemaker on the turquoise kitchen counter.

      The “trouble” her grandmother had talked about last night as well as the heavy breathing when Emma had opened the door turned out to be a black-and-white border collie. Trouble was printed on the side of his dish. His favorite place seemed to be under the kitchen table.

      One more problem to solve before she left town—who would take care of the dog? And why did her grandmother even have a dog? She’d easily ignored all of Emma’s pleas for a pet. Trouble seemed keenly interested in her every move, which was probably why her grandmother liked the mutt.

      Out of habit, she glanced over at Beryl’s window, the way she had while growing up. When a curtain twitched, as it had last night, she wondered if Beryl had witnessed the ambulance picking up her grandmother and what evil thoughts of glee the bellicose woman had had. No one, including Emma, knew why the two were such enemies.

      Not for the first time Emma thought of the blond guy she’d picked up in the canyon and hoped that he was feeling okay. From what he’d chattered about, he’d sounded wistful, looking for a hometown for the summer. The neighborly-grudges aspect of small-town life would not be on his bucket list. If he was lucky, he might go all summer and not meet Beryl.

      Emma opened the back door. Trouble dashed to attend to his duties and seemed to be checking for any sign of intruders since he’d last patrolled the yard. She watched him, tail flagging over his back, joy in every movement. Had she ever felt that free? No need to analyze that. No, she hadn’t. She’d always been “poor Emma” to the townsfolk, although she could never figure out why. The Chamberses had money, position.

      Holding the door for the dog as he raced back in, Emma shut it and headed to the kitchen. She sat at the round table and stared into space. What would the doctor say about her grandmother? Trouble hitched closer until his nose lay on her lap. An almost snort escaped Emma’s lips. Her grandmother must have needed something to replace Emma’s presence, although sometimes Emma could still feel the leash.

      The dog’s nose bumped her knee, and his amber eyes bore into hers. A walk. They both needed fresh air. At the front door, she snapped on the leash and it unloaded the equivalent of a four-shot espresso into an already caffeinated canine. “Okay, okay, a walk along the beach. You sniff, I’ll think. But only a short one. I need to get to the hospital.”

      The doctor would say something that Emma would have to deal with and rapidly. The quick-thinking gene, so lavished upon her grandparents, had skipped her. If she took as long to solve Naomi’s health issues as she did her other problems, England would have given up the monarchy by the time she arrived.

      Maybe she needed to check out home health aides? Would her grandmother allow a professional caregiver in the house? Would she even need one?

      Trouble strained at the leash in the opposite direction from the beach, ears up and engaged.

      Emma caught the sound of applause the same moment the dog began to drag her down Seraphim. They were almost at the intersection of Cherubim and Seraphim.

      In a normal small town, a street like this one might carry the same name as the school that was located at the southern end. Or it might even be named the quintessential Maple or Pine Street. But no, that wasn’t the case here. Decades ago, the town fathers—before Nomi’d gained a stranglehold on the mayor’s job—had decided it would boost tourism to rename the streets to match the celestial nature of the town’s name. Tourists found it charming. It had just made spelling in fourth grade more difficult.

      On the football field, a bunch of students were facing someone tall and blond and beautiful, who was waving his hands and pointing to various pieces of—artillery? Mr. Blue Eyes! The guy who had rescued her from rescuing him. A rush of gladness swelled her chest. He was okay—at least he seemed okay—flashing a megawatt smile and gesturing as he explained something.

      She was happy he had recovered. His nonchalance about a possible head injury had made her nervous, but she couldn’t have done much to make him go to Regional. He now was moving as though all his joints worked. The blue eyes above the cut on his chin came to mind. So very blue and with deep questions inside.

      Trouble made his way along the outskirts of the group, startling a rear end here and there. She found it a pleasure watching Mr. Blue Eyes. Maybe she’d just stand there for a bit. She’d sidled to the back of the group when the idea of a man moratorium jogged her memory.

      Oh. Right.

      Better to head home and then to the hospital.

      “Hi, Miss Chambers! When did you get back in town? How’s your grandmother? Who’s going to plan the Jamboree?” A cute brunette with a belly shirt and low-riding jeans grinned up at her as she petted Trouble.

      When had she arrived? It seemed like both forever and a breath ago. Emma answered the girl vaguely and greeted others as a ripple of laughter ran through the crowd.

      “What’s going on?” she asked one of the kids.

      “Fireworks stuff. The dude doin’ them on the Fourth is giving us a demo ’cause it’s Friday and the start of Memorial Day weekend.” The kid bobbed his head.

      Each time she thought she had mastered a shift in Heaven’s universe, another shudder hit it. What was going on here? Her grandmother had never deviated from the Black Binder of Jamboree Procedures in Emma’s lifetime or anyone else’s.

      Historically, Nomi had the Jamboree organized the day before the Memorial Day weekend started. The parade would be Monday. She wondered who’d taken over the helm, and pitied them.

      A murmur went through the crowd that it was almost “time,” however, Emma, righteously holding to her no-man policy, had lost interest. She was more concerned with seeing her grandmother and moving on with her new life. Tugging on Trouble’s leash, she towed the dog away from the crowd. She would cut across the football field, reach the house in record time and climb in the Omni for the trip to the hospital, and then the ninety-minute drive to Salt Lake. She hoped it wouldn’t take too long to get things sorted at Regional. She’d have to arrange for care for her grandmother, the house and, oh, yeah, the dog and...

      Should she collect a few personal items for Nomi before she left the house? Good thing her grandmother’s place was only a couple of blocks away. Although everything was only a couple of blocks away in Heaven—good for the feet and the Omni, which had been making death rattle noises coming up the canyon. She had planned to run the thing into the ground and worry about a vehicle when she and Brad—when she—returned. Dramamine. She’d have to get some Dramamine for the flight. Thinking of the trip helped her keep her goal in mind. A new life.

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