Part 24 (1/2)
Nick wasn't offended. He'd said the same thing when he'd enlisted in the navy a year out of high school.
”Do you think that's what Beth wants?” Rose asked.
Thorne shrugged. ”Doesn't matter.” He sighed, clearly uncomfortable with his reasons for being there. ”I should go.”
”Beth's coming back.” Rose gently rubbed Ranger behind an ear. ”Black Falls is home for her. Beverly Hills isn't what's come between you two, anyway. You think you both work in the same sandbox. Jo being back in town just brought it all home to you, but she's a federal agent-Beth's a paramedic. Her work's not the same as yours.”
”Thanks for the a.n.a.lysis,” Thorne said through gritted teeth.
Rose wasn't intimidated. ”You'd prefer if Beth were a kindergarten teacher, or just worked at the cafe full-time.”
”Good night, Rose.”
Thorne nodded curtly at Nick, returned to his cruiser and drove off.
Rose sputtered at the retreating cruiser, then spun around and marched up the steps. Ranger waited for Nick and walked up with him. Once inside, the golden retriever yawned and flopped onto his bed by the woodstove.
Rose peeled off her coat, hat and gloves and kicked off her boots. ”I should wipe Ranger's paws and brush him, but I'll do it in the morning.”
Nick kept his coat on, remained standing as she started a fire in the woodstove, her movements sure, automatic. As she added kindling, got it going, then laid on some small sticks, he could see her alone on her hilltop on quiet winter evenings.
”You're self-sufficient,” he said. ”You don't need anyone, do you?”
”I manage.” She turned to him, her cheeks flushed from building the fire. ”Any plans to quit as a smoke jumper?”
”Not yet. I only work seasonally or when needed. I'll keep it up as long as it makes sense to.”
”You'll know when it doesn't make sense when-what, you fall out of a plane or catch your hair on fire?”
”Already caught myself on fire.”
She blanched. ”I'm sorry. I didn't mean-”
”It's okay. It was a while ago. I did something stupid and paid for it with a few skin grafts. It could have been worse.” He smiled. ”I haven't fallen out of a plane yet.”
”Do people think you're reckless?”
Jasper had asked Nick the same question. ”My fellow smoke jumpers don't think so,” he said, repeating the answer he'd given Jasper. ”If they did, I wouldn't last as one.”
”Sean's not reckless,” Rose said.
The scars on Nick's right arm and side suddenly felt as if they were still burning. ”Sean's as good as they come. I screwed up as a young smoke jumper and I paid for my mistake with a lot of pain and some permanent scars. Fortunately I was the only one who got hurt or was ever in danger that time.”
She knelt down in front of her dog and stroked his golden fur. ”Ranger can't tell me when it's time for him to retire. I have to tell him.”
”You two have made a good team.”
”He has a hard job, but he's done it well.”
”You both have,” Nick said.
Ranger yawned and stretched, and Rose stood, looking down at him. ”I'm as careful and as responsible as I can be, but sometimes I wonder if I asked him to do too much.”
”Think he'd be happier if Bowie O'Rourke had adopted him?”
”Maybe.”
”You've had a long day. You're beating yourself up for no good reason.”
She grabbed a log out of the woodbox, added it to the fire. She shut the lid on the woodstove and stared at the flames through the gla.s.s. ”I have a hundred *what-ifs' floating in my brain, Nick. Derek and I got together and broke up all before my father was killed. What if Derek was involved with this serial arsonist after all? What if everything that's happened this past year ultimately leads back to him-to me? To something I did or didn't do? What if I'm responsible for bringing this violence to Black Falls?” She turned to Nick, her eyes a blue-black in the shadows. ”What if Lowell Whittaker chose Black Falls for his country home because of me, my work, Derek?”
”You didn't kill anyone or hurt anyone,” Nick said.
”When did Jasper get on the trail of his guy?”
”Rose.”
She hesitated, then said softly, ”I know I'm leaping ahead of the facts. Nick, what if my distractions helped lead to Jasper's death? I was out there in the canyon-I was searching for the boy who'd wandered off. What if I missed something that could have saved Jasper?”
”It wasn't your job to save him. You know that. You're not a firefighter, and Jasper was a man with a mission.”
”And now you are,” Rose said.
Nick forced a quick smile. ”I'm always a man with a mission.”
She gave him only the slightest smile.
He unzipped his coat, the house quickly warming up with the fire. ”Jasper was pursuing a firebug theory that every other professional considered far-fetched. He was trying to connect suspicious wildland fires, structural fires and explosions to the same arsonist. Different types of fires like that are rarely connected. He was convinced a serial arsonist was at work setting fires for his own pleasure and drama as well as hiring himself out as a contract killer.”
”To Lowell.”
”Possibly. Jasper died before anyone knew Lowell's network existed.”
”What if he got too close to Lowell?” Rose was very pale now. ”My father did, and Lowell had him killed. Did Jasper give you anything, Nick, anything at all?”
He stared at the flames through the woodstove's gla.s.s doors. When he looked at Rose, she'd s.h.i.+fted just enough that fiery colors reflected in her eyes. ”You and I were both in tough spots emotionally in June. We didn't save Jasper. It was a bad fire. Everything was out of control.”
”It's okay, Nick,” she said. ”I'm not holding you to any romantic entanglements. I didn't then, I haven't in the past eight months. I'm not now.”
”No regrets, then?”
”None.”
”Good.” He grinned at her. ”But that's what I am? A romantic entanglement?”
She almost smiled in return. ”Go back to the lodge,” she said. ”Relax, have a nice dinner and sleep well. I'll be here. I'm fine.”
He stepped closer to her and noticed her lick her plump lower lip. He remembered the taste of her mouth that hot, frantic night. He'd let his emotions get away from him. He'd been raging, out of control. He'd wanted Rose Cameron more than he'd ever wanted any woman.