I just wish Id come home sooner.
Mrs. Wilkie turned, her gypsy skirt swirling around in a rainbow of color as she scuttled up the steps toward the front door. She unlocked it with her own key.
Do you know any decent mechanics in town? Muirinn called after her, vaguely uneasy with the idea of this woman coming and going into her house at will.
Why, Jett next door could fix that truck for you, Muirinn. Ill just go right on inside, put these flowers down on the table and call him. She disappeared through the front door.
Mrs. Wilkie! Wait
The old woman peeked back out the door. What is it, love?
I Id rather call a mechanic from town.
What nonsense. Youve been away too long, sprite. She smiled. We look after each other out here. And with that she vanished into the house.
Muirinn sank onto the bottom stair, tears threatening to overwhelm her again. She dropped her face into her hands fighting to hold it all in.
Pregnancy was making her so darn emotional about coming home.
So had seeing Jett.
Her feelings for him were still powerfulfeelings for a man she could never have again.
A man shed never stopped loving.
Jett found her sitting on stairs, crying.
His heart torqued and his throat tightenedthe old Muirinn had never cried.
He shut of his ignition and got out of his truck. As he approached her, he felt his mouth go dry. She was wearing a chiffon skirt in pale spring colors. She had dirt on her smooth legs and he could see way too much of her thigh for male comfort. Her fiery hair hung wild and loose around her slender shoulders, glinting with gold strands in the sun.
Hey, he said softly, sitting awkwardly beside her, trying to restrain himself from putting his arm around her and comforting her. Whats up?
She sniffed, then laughed dryly as she smeared tears and dirt across her face. God, Im a stupid wreck. Its its the hormones. She nodded toward the truck. Guss truck didnt start. It was just a last little straw her voice faltered, hitched and flooded again with emotion. I miss him, Jett. Tears came
again. I really miss him.
And then he did touch her. He put his arm around her shoulders, drew her close and held her while she left her grief out. And he knew it was a mistake.
The warm curve of her breast, the firm swell of her belly against his torso, the exhilarating sensation of her thigh against his jeans they did things to his body. Clouded his mind. With them came a raw and powerful protectiveness that surged through his chest, and Jett felt afraidof what this could mean to all of them.
He was crossing a line. One look at her and he was falling in love all over again, when all he wanted was a reason to push her away, a reason to hate her, to despise her for what shed done in the past.
But in this moment, the lines between past and present were blurring.
I just wish I could have been here for Gus, then maybe maybe this wouldnt have happened.
What do you mean? His death? Jetts voice came out thick.
She glanced up, luminous eyes red-rimmed from crying, and his heart squeezed all over again.
You led the search-and-rescue team that found Gus, Jett. Tell me about it. Where exactly did you find his body?
Muirinn
Please, Jett, everything. Step by step. I need to know.
He moistened his lips and nodded.
When we first got the report that Gus was missing, we really had nothing to go on. Then on the thirteenth day, we got a break. A hunter called the police tip line to say hed been on his way out into the bush almost two weeks earlier, when hed seen Gus walking inside the perimeter fence of Tolkin Mine. He hadnt thought anything of it until hed returned and heard the news. We brought dogs in immediately, set them to work on the Tollkin property. They led us straight to the shaft
Sodwana shaft?
He frowned. Yes, why?
She hesitated. Just wondering.
The grate covering the man-way inside the headframe building had been pulled off. So we went down with ropes, flashlights. He paused, watching her, compassion filling his heart. We found him down there. On the 300 level.
Muirinns neck tensed. She swallowed. Whats on the 300 level?
More tunnels. Another man-way that leads further down, possibly as far as the 800 level.
Who was the hunter who called in that tip, Jett?
The cops dont know. Its an anonymous tip line.
Her cheeks flushed with frustration, or maybe angerhed always found that so sexy, the way her complexion betrayed her emotions so easily.
So, basically, my grandfather mightve been saved if hed just taken the trouble to tell someone where he was going that day. Why didnt he?
Who knows, Muirinn. You knew he was stubborn.
But didnt you guys think it was odd that he was down there, down that shaft?
I had questions, sure, said Jett. But the ME and the police went through everything. So did Dr. Callaghan. Pat had been treating Guss heart condition for some time already. There was no evidence of foul play of any sort, if thats what youre thinking.
She bit her lip to stop it from wobbling, looked away.
Hey he cupped her jaw, turned her face back to his, and immediately regretted the impulse. Gus was a really eccentric old guy, Muirinn, even more so these past few years. This was in keeping with his character.