Jane Toombs - Her Mysterious Houseguest

Strange, though, she’d had the oddest feeling he was going to kiss her there at the back door when they said good-night. Naturally, she wouldn’t have let him. Would she? Shaking her head, she glanced from her bedroom window, seeing the light still on in the cottage. With a sigh, she slid under the covers, knowing sleep would take its time coming….

The path ahead wound through the trees where deep shadows lay in wait. If there’d been any other way to get where she needed to go, she would have chosen it. If only she weren’t alone, but she knew she had to be, part of the test was being alone. This time she wouldn’t fail, this time she’d reach her goal. Still, she hesitated before taking her first step into that dark woods. She hated not being able to see if any danger lurked in the shadows.

Since there was no choice but to go on, she took a fortifying breath and plunged into the darkness, trying not to panic, not to run lest she lose the trail. Her arms prickled with goose bumps as she felt unknown menace on either side. A noise from behind made her spine crawl with dread. If she turned to look, what might she see? Despite herself, she began to hurry faster and faster, her head turning from side to side as she watched the shadows.

Because she wasn’t paying attention to where she stepped, she tripped and started to fall. But something caught her, held her up. Rescuing her? As she stared at the dark figure who held her, a moonbeam slipped through the trees to light up his eyes. Green hunter’s eyes. She tried to scream but no sound emerged, tried to break free but couldn’t move. He’d trapped her….

Rachel sat bolt upright in bed, heart pounding. For a moment or two the dream clung to her so that she couldn’t orient herself, then reason returned. She was safe in her own room, in her own bed. Safe and sound.

But for how long?

Taking a deep breath, she brushed aside that thought. Rachel Hill could control her own destiny. Hadn’t she been doing just that for more years than she cared to count? She was secure in herself, which she ought to be, considering all the practice she’d had.

Mikel Starzov might be the most attractive and sexy man she’d ever met, but he was an outsider and would be leaving in a week or so. The threat he posed would be gone, and they’d all be safe again.

Why, then, did she remember so clearly how he’d comforted her in the ER waiting room, holding her against him, letting her draw strength from the contact. If she’d felt a tad more than comfort, that was her business. Certainly he’d never find out. It was as simple as that.

But in her heart she knew she wasn’t telling herself the truth. She’d never before encountered a man like Mikel and she was already certain he wouldn’t be easily forgotten.

The next morning, Mikel found quite a crowd having breakfast in Sylvia’s and no empty tables or booths. A waving hand caught his attention and he recognized the gas station attendant.

“Got an extra chair right here,” the man said. “You’re welcome to it.”

“Thanks.” Mikel seated himself, giving his name.

“Hi, Mikel, I’m Bob and this here’s my buddy, Louie.” Introductions over, Bob asked, “How’s old Aino doing?”

“Pretty good, the last I heard.”

“Seen you with Rachel yesterday—you a relative?”

Mikel shook his head. Choosing his words carefully—questions didn’t work as well as offering small snippets of information—he said, “I knew Aino’s son, Leo. I wasn’t around when Leo died, so this is my first chance to visit Aino.”

Louie grimaced. “That Leo was some magnet for bad luck. First his wife dies, then her folks drop one after the other. Aino’s wife was next to go. Almost like the guy was cursed or something.”

After the waitress came over and took his order, Mikel brought the subject back to where he wanted by saying, “Leo died pretty young.”

“Got himself killed, that’s what he did,” Bob said. “Most often you don’t buy the farm when your car hits a deer, but like Louie told you, Leo was unlucky, poor guy.”

The waitress, bringing Mikel’s coffee, heard the last and said, “The one I felt sorry for was Aino’s cousin. Rachel had to take care of Eva after that. No one else left ’cept Aino. That’s why he took the two of them in after Leo got killed.”

“Heck, Dottie, Rachel must’ve been somewhere in her twenties when Leo died and she’d been taking care of Eva all along.”

“Yeah, but it was different when Eva’s dad was alive.” Dottie threw the words over her shoulder as, coffeepot in hand, she went to serve another table.

“You never get the last word with Dottie,” Louie confided.

“I lost touch with Leo when he moved back to the U.P.,” Mikel said. “Rachel told me he taught in several different towns up here.”

Bob nodded. “Never seemed satisfied in one place. He dragged them two kids around with him—Rachel wasn’t much more than a kid herself then, but she was old enough to look after Eva and that’s what he needed.”

“Just as well,” Louie put in. “Aino was too old to be raising young girls without a woman to help out. It’s different now the girls are old enough—they take care of him.”

Bob, through with his meal, pushed back his chair and rose. “Time to get going. See you around, Mikel.” Louie nodded to Mikel and followed Bob from the café.

Dottie brought the eggs and bacon Mikel had ordered, asking if he wanted more coffee. At his nod, she brought the pot. “You don’t want to believe everything them two characters tell you,” she said.

Looking at the fortyish woman, he noticed her eyes were an unusual aquamarine color. “I didn’t realize Rachel had lived with Leo and his daughter,” he said.

“Oh, sure. It was pure luck for him that the Saaris took Rachel in after her folks died downstate. There she was, waiting, so to speak. Otherwise he’d’ve had to hire someone, and I want to tell you, teachers don’t make all that much money. My sister’s one and I know.”

As he ate breakfast, Mikel wondered why Rachel hadn’t mentioned the fact she’d lived with Leo, raising his daughter until he died. On the other hand, why should she when she didn’t know him? He hadn’t asked her, so he shouldn’t make something from what was probably nothing. It did explain why she felt so protective of Eva.

He reminded himself she was an orphan, as he was. Aino had taken her in the way his grandparents had Mikel.

After he finished eating, he decided to drop by the hospital to ask how Aino was doing. When he did, the receptionist told him Aino had been moved to a private room. “Are you Mikel Starzov?” she inquired. When he nodded, she added, “Aino’s been asking to see you. He’s in room 224. Just down the hall and to the right.”

Mikel found Rachel with the old man and greeted them both, trying to ignore the unexpected leap of his heart when he saw her.

“Good to see you, young man,” Aino told him. “Come closer so I can shake your hand. Doc says if you hadn’t gotten me here so quick I might not be shaking hands with anyone for a while, if ever.”

“Yes, and he scolded you for not taking the medicine he gave you for your high blood pressure,” Rachel added.

Aino waved that away. “I know, I know.” Finished with the handshake, he gave Mikel an assessing once-over, finally nodding. “You’ll do. Call me Aino. Rachel tells me she’s got you set up in the cottage. That’s good.”

“Very comfortable quarters.”

“You did me a favor getting me here, now I got another to ask. Thought I’d be out of here by tomorrow, but Doc says not yet. He says I had a ministroke and that’s why my left arm’s so weak. The leg’s not as bad. So I got to have therapy for it and he’s still got some tests to run. I swear they’re going to drain off all my blood before I get out of here. The point is, I want you to stay at the farm at least till I come home. We lost old Fitzgerald last month and I don’t like Rachel out there all alone.”