“Is your father planning to attend homecoming?” Cord asked.
“Not this time. He’s traveling to Hong Kong.” An excuse. His father never did what he didn’t want to. Those responsibilities fell to Dale, and who was he to say no?
“Do you have any brothers or sisters who might come?” the younger sister asked. Julie was her name, and she resembled Faith. Both young women had slightly different shades of the rich auburn hair from their mother.
Dale passed the bowl to Faith. “Two half brothers, and no, they won’t be joining me.”
Faith’s eyes went wide. “Would they come if they knew we’ve got a Massey-family float planned for the Thanksgiving Day parade?”
Julian hadn’t said anything about Thanksgiving. Dale assumed it was only this weekend for their homecoming thing. “I won’t be staying. I’ve got business in New York.”
Faith shared a look with her sister. “But it’s Thanksgiving. Don’t you take vacation and spend time with your family?”
Dale gave her a grim smile. “Not if I can help it.”
Her pretty mouth dropped open and she lowered the bowl of potatoes and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
Faith shook her head. “I assumed you’d celebrate like a normal person, you know, with parents and turkey and all the trimmings. Only here, in Jasper Gulch.”
He chuckled. Normal. What was that? “I enjoy the luxury of going where I please for holidays.”
“All alone?” She bit her lip.
He leaned toward her and lowered his voice. “Not always.”
Her eyes widened. He’d flustered her again.
Well, what did she expect?
He passed a bowl and glanced at her once more. Faith Shaw looked sorry for him. He had everything money could buy. Whatever he wanted was his for the asking. What did she think he needed that she’d look at him with such pity?
He glanced around the table. Did anyone notice his conversation with Miss Shaw? No. Faith’s family was busy eating and talking.
“You might find our homecoming event interesting,” Cord said to him.
Dale doubted that, but he didn’t want to appear rude. “Yeah?”
“The founders of Jasper Gulch, your great-great-grandfather and mine, buried a time capsule a hundred years ago that will be on display. In it were blueprints of what is now city hall and pretty extensive city planning documents, among other period items and photos.”
Dale nodded. Those plans might actually be worth a look. “Interesting.”
“Someone else thought so, too, since the time capsule was stolen back in July. But it was finally found a couple of weeks ago. Cal Calloway said it had been abandoned by Beaver Creek Bridge,” Faith’s sister said. “Cal’s our deputy sheriff.”
“Is that so?” Dale’s curiosity waned. He glanced down the table and spotted the mayor sharing a look with his wife.
The man caught his eye and coughed. “We’re a safe community, Dale. Personally, I think the culprit who stole the time capsule has left town.”
Faith’s eyes widened. “You think maybe it was Pete Daniels?”
The mayor shrugged. “Stands to reason when the capsule pops up after he’s gone. But I guess we’ll never know for sure. The important thing is the capsule was found with all that history intact. Things have certainly quieted down, too. We can all be thankful for that.”
Dale nearly laughed at the serious nods given around the Shaw table. Was the biggest crime in Jasper Gulch this stolen time capsule? Probably some kid’s prank.
Faith leaned his way. “Pete Daniels is sort of our town’s troublemaker.”
Dale matched her serious tone. “I see.”
Yeah. That cleared it up.
Dale sighed. It was only a few days. He’d leave in a few days and his world would return to normal. His normal. And it couldn’t come soon enough.
* * *
The next morning, Faith poured orange juice into a glass and looked at her father. Jackson Shaw had been grumpy the last couple of months and it was no wonder. The pressure from a six-month-long centennial celebration would wear on anyone. Being mayor of a small town that needed big results crushed heavy.
Good thing her dad had broad shoulders. Cord said he’d finally agreed that Jasper Gulch needed to grow to not only survive but flourish.
She watched him rub his temples. “You okay, Dad? Didn’t you sleep well?”
Her father sighed. “I slept just fine.”
She didn’t believe him. Dark smudges hung under his eyes and he hadn’t even touched his favorite sweet roll.
“Good morning.” Dale Massey entered the dining room dressed in a suit. A suit! Shirt, tie, jacket, all in shades of olive. What man wore a color like that unless his clothes were army fatigues?
Faith stared.
He gave her one of his slow smiles that felt like a caress. “Something wrong?”
A man shouldn’t be allowed to smile like that!
“You’re dressed awful...” Faith stammered, “...awfully fine this morning.”
“I’ve got a meeting at Lone Peak ski resort.” Dale poured himself a cup of coffee from the carafe on the buffet as if he owned the place.
Obviously Dale didn’t know that people didn’t dress like that around here. Maybe he was meeting with a fancy client on vacation. But then, they wouldn’t dress up like that, either. Not while on vacation.
“It snowed there overnight.” Her father steepled his fingers and stared her down.
Faith knew what he was getting at. Dale wouldn’t make it through the mountains in that rental car. He might do fine on the interstate, but once he hit the back roads, he’d get stuck for sure. “Dale, you can take my car. It has all-wheel drive and chains in the back.”
Dale looked confused about the chains. “Thank you. Unfortunately, you’re not authorized to use the lemon.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I can use my mom’s car if I need to go anywhere.”
“Faith.” Her father’s eyes briefly closed. She’d seen that look a dozen times growing up. It was his you-should-know-better look. “Take him there. Dale’s our guest.”
Dale gave her a wary glance before zeroing back in on her father. “I’m sure I’ll be fine—”
“These mountain passes can be tricky this time of year. Faith knows the way and a shortcut, to boot.” Her father gave her a nod that said arguing would be fruitless. “Adam and Austin will see to your chores.”
Faith held her breath before letting it back out. She could refuse, but that wouldn’t go over well with her father. Not when she still lived under his roof. And she’d look foolish in front of Dale. She’d planned to practice her violin, but she could do that tonight, so that was not the best excuse for declining. Butterflies in her stomach were even worse. Besides, that reaction played right into her father’s matchmaking hands.
She wasn’t interested in a guy like Dale Massey. Attracted? Who wouldn’t be? She’d seen his taut abs outlined by the skimpy undershirt he wore. She glanced at their guest. “I need to drop by the bank on our way. How much time do you have?”