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“It’s a simple question—although also a personal question,” he acknowledged. “And I’ve noticed that you always sidestep personal questions.”
“Orange,” she told him.
“Why orange?”
“That’s an even more personal question.”
“Tell me anyway,” he urged.
She picked up her pace and turned onto Peregrine Lane, and for a minute, he didn’t think she was going to answer.
“Because it’s the last color you see as the sun dips below the horizon at the edge of the ocean,” she finally responded.
“That’s right—you’re a California girl, aren’t you?”
“Former California girl,” she amended.
“Why’d you trade sand and surf for northern Nevada desert?”
She shrugged. “It was time for a change.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there.”
“Did you date Belinda Walsh, too?”
“I don’t think so,” he said, a little warily.
“She teaches English at the high school,” Alyssa explained. “And she looks for hidden meaning in everything.”
“That’s not a female thing?”
She sent him a disapproving glance. “Belinda was talking to another teacher in the staff room one day, explaining the symbolism in a poem her class was studying. She claimed that the blue curtains fluttering in the breeze were representative of the author’s depression. I suggested that perhaps the author just happened to be writing in a room that had blue curtains.”
He grinned. “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar?”
“And sometimes orange is just the color of a sunset,” she confirmed, waving to him as she made her way to her door.
Clearly that was all she intended to say about the subject, but as Jay made his way up the stairs to his own apartment, which occupied the two upper floors of the building, he wasn’t entirely convinced. In fact, he suspected there was a lot more going on with the sexy schoolteacher than she wanted anyone to know.
He did know that she left her apartment at precisely seven twenty-five every weekday morning to head over to Westmount, and she usually returned home by three forty-five in the afternoon. The only exceptions were Wednesdays, when she monitored Homework Help in the library after school, and the second Monday of every month, when there was an afternoon staff meeting. She didn’t, as far as he could tell, date very often—or maybe not at all.
Which piqued his curiosity for two reasons: first, she was a beautiful woman, and second, she was new to Haven. Either of those factors would appeal to most of the single guys in town; the combination would prove almost irresistible. This led Jay to believe her presence at home most nights was a matter of choice. But why?
Was she involved with somebody back in California? Was she nursing a broken heart? Or was she simply not interested in any of the guys she’d met?
It wasn’t in his nature to ignore an intrigue, but he didn’t like being distracted by thoughts of a woman.
So rather than admit that he was, he pushed all thoughts of her out of his mind and focused on getting ready for work.
* * *
Alyssa turned off the water, grabbed a towel from the bar and briskly rubbed it over her body. She knew, without looking at the clock, that it was 7:00 a.m. She knew because she was a creature of habit who awakened every morning at six and had her shoes laced up, ready to head out the door, ten minutes later.
She wasn’t a competitive runner—not like her sister, Cristina, had been. But she enjoyed challenging herself to go a little farther, a little faster. After too many years of being told to be careful, to slow down, because she was fragile and weak, she had a lot to prove—if only to herself.
She’d started running three years earlier, just a short jog at a moderate pace, to see if she could. And then she could do a little more—and a little faster. Now she was strong, she was fit and she was determined to live her life on her own terms.
She ran for herself. It wasn’t really a secret, but it also wasn’t something she’d shared with anyone else.
Until Jason Channing.
Somehow, eight weeks earlier, she’d acquired a running partner she didn’t need or want. And despite her less-than-welcoming demeanor at the start, he’d continued to show up, until she’d found herself not just enjoying his company but looking forward to it.
But at the same time, being around her upstairs neighbor also left her feeling a little...unsettled.
Of course, if rumors were to be believed—and in the eight months she’d lived in Haven, she’d discovered that they usually were—he had a similar effect on most of the female population in town. Because not only was he unbelievably handsome and charming, he was educated, motivated and rich. Not that he flaunted his wealth. In fact, it was only through a conversation with Mrs. Powell, the resident of 1A, that she’d discovered he owned the triplex they all lived in.
Still, it had taken her a while to accept that the cause of her unsettled feeling was most likely physical attraction. But what woman wouldn’t feel some kind of stirring in her blood when she was around a good-looking guy? And Jason Channing was undoubtedly that. Referred to as “Charming” by the women in town, he was six feet tall with broad shoulders, dark hair, deep blue eyes, a square jaw and an easy smile that never failed to make Alyssa’s toes curl inside her running shoes.
So although she couldn’t deny that she was attracted, she was thankfully smart enough to realize that he was way out of her league. And that was okay, because when it came to the dating game, she was content to sit in the bleachers and watch others play.
Someday she might be ready to suit up and hit the field, but after so many years of being “coached” by her doctors and parents, she just wanted to call her own plays for a while. Which was why she’d finally moved away from the well-meaning but stifling attention of her family.
Eight months later, Renata Cabrera still hadn’t let up in her campaign to get her youngest daughter to come home. Her latest effort, begun when Alyssa was home for the Christmas holidays, had been a reintroduction to Diego Garcia. He was “handsome and single” as her mother had promised, but Alyssa simply wasn’t interested.
Unfortunately, Renata refused to believe it, and Alyssa couldn’t remember the last conversation she’d had with her mother without some mention of Diego. Most recently Renata had suggested that he might be traveling to Nevada to help his cousin, who lived in Elko and had recently split from his girlfriend, move out of their shared apartment and into his own. Alyssa hated to think that her mother had encouraged Diego to make the trip—or to think that she had any kind of personal interest in him—but she couldn’t disregard either possibility.
With her travel mug of coffee in one hand and car keys in the other, Alyssa had just stepped onto the driveway when her phone rang. Only one person ever called her early in the morning, so she didn’t need to glance at the display to know who it was.
She unlocked the car door and set her coffee in the cup holder on the console before pulling the phone out of her purse and connecting the call. “Buenos días, Mama.”
“I’m just calling to remind you that Diego’s going to be in Nevada this weekend,” her mother responded without preamble.
Alyssa closed her eyes and quietly banged her head against the open door. “I didn’t realize those were firm plans.”
“Then you weren’t listening,” Renata said.
“I’m working this weekend,” she reminded her mother.
“You’re working tonight,” Renata acknowledged. “And Diego said he would stop by this Diggers’ place so the two of you could make plans for when you’re not working.”
“I have another job, too,” Alyssa said. “And test papers and lab reports to mark this weekend.”
“You work too hard,” her mother protested. “At the school all day and then a second job at night.”
“Only two nights a week,” she interjected to clarify the part-time status of her bartending job at the local watering hole.
“If you don’t slow down, you’re going to wear yourself out,” Renata continued, as if she hadn’t heard her.
Alyssa didn’t bother to point out that her sister worked a full-time job and then cared for a husband and son when she got home, and nobody worried that Cristina was going to wear herself out. All she said was “I’m fine, Mama.”
“You need a break,” Renata said. “And I think spending some time with Diego will fit the bill nicely.”
“Diego’s a nice guy,” she began in an effort to appease her mother.
“From a good family,” Renata pointed out. “And ready to settle down and start a family of his own.”
Which was something Alyssa was definitely not ready to do. “Mama—”
“Would it be such a hardship to spend some time with an interesting and attractive single man?”
“Of course not,” she acknowledged. “But—” she needed to firmly and finally extinguish any hopes her mother had of striking a romantic match between Alyssa and Diego “—the truth is, I’ve been seeing somebody here.”
Except that it wasn’t the truth—it was a blatant lie.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
“You’ve been seeing someone?” her mother echoed, not bothering to hide her skepticism.
“That’s right,” she confirmed.
Lied.
Again.
“And why am I only hearing about this now?” Renata challenged.
“I didn’t want to jinx the relationship by talking about it too soon.”
But apparently she didn’t mind going to hell, which was certainly her destination after she added more falsehoods and untruths to the conversation.
“Well, this puts me in an extremely awkward position, Alyssa,” Renata said. “If I’d known about this...relationship...I would not have encouraged Diego to look you up while he’s in town.”
She didn’t bother to point out that Elko was a different town in a different county. “Maybe it’s not too late to get in touch with him and recommend he change his plans,” she suggested hopefully.
“Unfortunately, it is,” her mother said. “He’s already in Nevada, so I’m just going to trust that, when you see him tonight, you’ll treat him as you would any friend visiting from out of town.”
“Of course,” Alyssa murmured, her mind once again scrambling. “But now I really do have to go, so I’m not late for work.”
“Okay,” Renata said. “But don’t forgot to call Nicolas next week to wish him a happy birthday.”
“I won’t forget,” she promised, already looking forward to talking to her almost-five-year-old nephew—because although he always told her he missed her, he never tried to guilt her into moving back to California. “Goodbye, Mama. Te quiero.”
After her mother had said goodbye, too, Alyssa disconnected the call and sighed wearily. “I’m going to hell.”
“I’m not a priest, but I’m willing to listen to your confession, if it would help.”
She jolted at the sound of Jason’s voice behind her, then pressed a hand to her racing heart as she turned to face him. Of course, seeing him now, freshly showered and shaven, her heart raced even faster.
“Sorry to startle you,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I didn’t expect—You don’t usually leave for work this early, do you?”
“No,” he admitted. “And you don’t usually leave this late.”
She glanced at the clock display on her phone and winced. “You’re right.”
“I don’t want to hold you up any longer, but I’m curious to hear why you think you’re going to hell.”
“Because I lied to my mother,” she confided.
“A big fat lie or a little white lie?” he asked.
“I told her that I had a boyfriend.”
“You don’t?”
She shook her head. “No. The last date I had—and I’m not sure it even counts as a date—was the staff Christmas party, December 22.”
She’d attended the event with Troy Hartwell, the biology teacher. He’d had a little too much to drink and misinterpreted her level of interest, forcing Alyssa to demonstrate some of the moves she’d learned in the self-defense course her mother had implored her to take before she moved away from home.
“Any particular reason for the dating hiatus?” Jason wondered.
“Not really,” she said. “I just have other priorities right now—including a test for my senior calculus class this morning.”
Jason took the hint. “Well, good luck with that,” he said, moving around to the driver’s side of his truck and climbing behind the wheel.
She waved as he drove away, then decided that her mother’s ongoing matchmaking efforts meant it was time for her to implement plan B.
Chapter Two (#u11dfc7e5-2c74-5cf8-af82-9436bc7b6811)
“The warehouse. Eighteen hundred hours. Tonight.”
Jay shifted his attention from the spreadsheet on his computer to Carter Ford, his best friend of nearly two decades and now his right-hand man at Jason Channing Enterprises. Carter stood in the doorway of Jay’s office, which also served as the staff lounge and lunch room of Adventure Village.
He glanced at the papers spread out on his desk and, with sincere reluctance, shook his head. “It’s going to take me forever to sort this stuff out.”
“What stuff?” Carter asked.
“Invoices to pay, booking requests to log and emails to answer.”
His friend crossed the concrete floor and dropped into one of the visitors’ chairs, then lifted his feet onto the seat of another. “Isn’t that Naomi’s job?”
“It was supposed to be,” he admitted, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Until I realized that we were two months behind on our insurance payments and we missed out on the opportunity to host a corporate team-building exercise for fifty people because the email was ignored.”
The missed opportunity was an annoyance; the potential loss of liability insurance could have shut down their business.
“I thought you’d set up preauthorized payments for the insurance,” Carter said.
