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“That’s nice.” Alina felt a pang of homesickness. She missed her own family. On holidays all the women gathered to prepare a big meal and gossip. From the time she could walk she and her sisters were welcomed into this exclusive female territory. They’d be given simple, menial chores like sorting beans or filling salt cellars and would sit for hours, enthralled by the stories, jokes and gossip of the older women. She missed that warm camaraderie, that feeling of being part of a special group, of sharing a family history that went back for centuries.
Those holidays in the family kitchen were when her grandmother Fania had first told her about the blond man she’d one day marry—the one she’d been waiting in vain for all these years.
When Alina was fifteen, her grandmother had announced one morning that she had dreamed Alina’s future. No one was surprised at this; Baka Fania was known for her ability to predict the future. She had been born with a caul, or a veil of tissue, over her face and had gypsy blood on her grandmother’s side—to everyone’s way of thinking, it would have been more surprising if she hadn’t been able to see things before they happened.
“What kind of future did you see for me?” Alina asked.
“I saw a big blond man, very handsome.” The old woman grinned. “He is the key to your future happiness. Find this man and all will be well.”
Alina had been looking for the big blond ever since.
“How long have you been in the United States?” Eric asked.
“Almost a year. I came as part of an exchange program for skilled technicians between Croatian hospitals and hospitals in the United States.”
Her parents had been horrified when she told them she’d signed up for the program. “No one else in our family has been to the United States,” her mother had scolded. “Why do you need to go?”
“I want to see what it’s like. To meet new people.” Not to mention she’d already dated every eligible man in their small town at least once and none of them had sparked any real feelings in her. Her sisters were happily married with homes of their own, and Alina wanted that, too. Since she hadn’t found the man of her dreams in her hometown, she reasoned it was time to be a little more daring and try something new. Some place new.
But she only had three and a half months left before her work visa expired, and her dream man had so far failed to materialize.
Maybe Baka Fania had been wrong. Or maybe old-time prophecy didn’t apply in the twenty-first century.
“Some friends and family are getting together tomorrow afternoon for a barbecue at my house,” Eric said. “You should come.”
She started to say no. With only a few months left in the States, she had no business starting anything with a new man, no matter how handsome he was. But Eric’s smile made her forget common sense and she found herself nodding. “Yes, I’d like that,” she said.
“Great.” He patted his pockets. “Do you have a piece of paper? I’ll write down the address.”
She searched her purse until she found a flyer about upcoming emergency training at the hospital and handed it to him. He scribbled an address and a few lines of directions. “It’s really easy to find,” he said. “Show up around two. It’s going to be fun.”
“All right.” It would be nice to get to know him better.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you again,” Eric said, his eyes locked to hers.
She nodded, struck dumb by the intensity of his gaze and surprised at the strength of her attraction to someone who was so unlike the man of her dreams.
ERIC LINGERED SO LONG at the Vinotok celebration he was almost late for his shift with Gunnison Valley Emergency Medical Services. As he clipped on his radio, his friend Maddie Ansdar emerged from the office. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up,” she said.
“I stopped by Vinotok,” he said.
“How did it go?”
“Silly as usual. Zephyr stole the show with his turn as Sir Hapless.”
“What about Max?” Maddie asked. “Wasn’t he the Green Man?”
“I thought so, but Jack Crenshaw took his place—and then proposed to Tanya Bledso, right there in front of the burning Grump.”
“How romantic!” Maddie’s expression took on the soft, goopy look women wore at the mention of weddings, babies or other such subjects. Eric’s sisters were no different. And Maddie was probably more susceptible than most, since she’d been married only a few months to Eric’s fellow ski patroller, Hagan Ansdar.
“It’s crazy if you ask me,” Eric said. “What if she’d turned him down?”
“He must have been pretty sure she wouldn’t,” Maddie said. “Besides, women like men who take risks, didn’t you know that?” She grinned.
“And here I thought it was just my ski patrol uniform that attracted them.”
“Hey, Eric, Maddie.” Marty Padgett, one of their coworkers, strolled in. Over six feet tall with unruly blond curls, Marty had the sweet, round face of a cupid on a wrestler’s body.
“Hey, Marty, how’s it going?” Eric asked.
“I’m beat.” Marty sank into a chair at the table in the center of the employee locker room. “I was up late studying last night. Greek and Hebrew.” He made a face. “I’m terrible at languages.”
“I have a cousin who’s a priest,” Eric said. “He’s always studying. Very brainy.”
Marty looked even more unhappy. “I really just want to preach and help people,” he said. “I never thought getting a divinity degree would be so hard.”
“If you need to hide back in the ambulance bay and study, we won’t tell,” Maddie said. “If you’re lucky, it’ll be a slow night.”
Marty shook his head. “A Saturday night? Not likely. I’m off tomorrow. I’ll study then.”
“You’re both coming to my house tomorrow afternoon, right?” Eric asked.
“Sorry. Hagan and I both have to work,” Maddie said.
“I’ll be there,” Marty said. “I’ll hit the books after.”
“Good. There’s somebody I want you to meet.”
“Oh?” Maddie looked at him curiously.
Marty laughed. “It’s a woman, right? I can tell by your voice.”
“Alina Allinova.” Her name had a musical quality that delighted him. “A little Croatian respiratory therapist from the hospital. I met her at Vinotok tonight.”
“I know the one you’re talking about,” Marty said. “Very pretty. Sexy voice, too.”
“You’ve talked to her?” Eric felt a pinch of jealousy. Everybody liked Marty—especially women. They were always hanging on him and flirting with him, though he always said he was too busy with school and work to date much.
“Just in passing. She seems nice.”
“Croatian, huh?” Maddie said. “How did she end up in Gunnison?”
“Some exchange program with the hospital.”
“And you just met her tonight and persuaded her to come to your family’s party?” She laughed. “You work fast.”
“We really hit it off,” he said. He didn’t know how to explain what had happened: one minute he’d been laughing at Zephyr’s antics and the Vinotok play, the next he’d spotted Alina in the crowd. Everything around him had faded—his sight became fuzzy, sounds muted—as he stared at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
She wasn’t supernaturally gorgeous, the way a fashion model or actress might be, but the petite brunette with the heart-shaped face and violet eyes glowed with an inner beauty that drew him like a magnet. Though he rarely had trouble talking to anyone, he’d been a little tongue-tied around her at first. But when she’d smiled at him, his nervousness had evaporated.
“You really are into this girl, aren’t you?” Maddie grinned at him. “I’ve never see you like this.”
Eric blinked, and worked to assume an expression of indifference. “She’s cute, and I think she misses her family in Croatia, so I thought she’d enjoy hanging out with mine for an afternoon. That’s all.”
That’s all he could afford to think anyway. He liked Alina and looked forward to spending more time with her, but no matter how great she was, he wasn’t going to get serious about her.
As if reading his thoughts, Maddie asked, “Does she know you’re going to be a doctor?”
“We didn’t really talk that long.” He didn’t start medical school until next fall anyway. What were the odds he’d still be seeing Alina then? He’d never dated any other girl that long, but the thought that he and Alina might not last sent a pang of sadness through him.
“Your parents still giving you a hard time about that?” Marty asked. “Should I not bring it up at the barbecue?”
“Don’t bring it up.” The good mood Eric had brought to work was evaporating as he thought of his murky future. “It’s not that they don’t want me to be a doctor—they’re worried I can’t afford it.” Immigrants who had raised their standard of living while avoiding debt, Eric’s parents thought he was aiming too high.
He couldn’t get serious about a woman right now. He had to concentrate on his studies and medical training. Once all that was out of the way in eight or nine years he could think about settling down.
“Alina and I are just going to hang out, have a little fun,” he said. “That’s all.”
“Love isn’t all about timing and planning,” Maddie said. “We can’t always predict the future.”
“I know exactly what my future is going to look like,” Eric said. “The same as my parents’ and my brothers’ and sisters’ before me—I’ll marry a nice girl from the neighborhood, have a bunch of great kids, though maybe not as many as my parents, and spend my weekends playing ball with the children, barbecuing in the backyard and working on projects around the house.”
“Sounds nice,” Marty said.
“It will be nice. It’s a good life. But first I have to get through med school and internships.” When he was Dr. Sepulveda, his family would see he’d made the right decision.
Maddie rolled her eyes.
“What?” Eric asked.
“You guys,” she said. “You’ve got everything all neatly planned out, but life doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes the right person comes along when you least expect it.”
“Like you and Hagan,” Eric said.
“Well…neither one of us was interested in getting married and planning a future together when we first met,” she said.
“What changed your mind?” Marty asked.
“I guess love did. We went from not wanting to think about the future, to being unable to imagine one without each other.”
“You’re reading way too much into this,” Eric protested. “I saw a girl I liked and invited her to a barbecue. That’s it.”
“I’m just saying, you can never be sure about these things,” Maddie said. “I’ve never seen you this excited about a girl you just met.”
“You haven’t known me that long, either.” Yes, he was attracted to Alina, and he wanted to know her better, but no way was he ready to settle down. He and Alina could have some fun together, and right now, that was all he needed.
Chapter Two
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come with you?” Marissa asked as she and Alina headed toward Eric’s house Sunday afternoon. “After all, I wasn’t invited.”
Alina checked the directions Eric had scribbled down for her and flipped on her right blinker. “I can’t go to a barbecue at a strange house, with people I don’t even know, alone,” she said.
“I guess not.” Marissa nibbled her lower lip. “Do you think there will be other cute guys there?”
“How should I know?” Alina made the turn, then slowed, reading street signs. Fall had come to the Gunnison Valley in a blaze of yellow, orange and red. Aspens and cottonwoods painted the landscape in fiery color, and already scarecrows and pumpkins and other decorations were beginning to show up on front porches.
Eric’s neighborhood was one of older, comfortable homes, mixed with newer residences. Children played in front yards and raced bicycles down the street. Alina smiled at a dark-haired little boy who waved at her from the end of his driveway.
“Maybe Eric has brothers who are even better-looking than he is,” Marissa said. “Though that’s hard to imagine. The man is hot.” She made a show of fanning herself.
“He’s okay,” Alina said. Her grandmother would have warned she’d be struck down by lightning for telling such a lie.
“Okay?” Marissa laughed. “Croatia must be full of amazing men if Eric only rates okay.”
“Maybe Eric is a little more than okay.” A thrill raced through her at the words. Eric was most definitely special if her initial attraction to him was any measure. If he were blond getting together with him would make a better story, considering Baka Fania’s prophecy, but then, life seldom worked out so neatly.
Alina told herself she was too modern to believe in old superstitions, but doubt pinched at her whenever she thought of her dear grandmother. Baka Fania had never been wrong about any of her predictions. She had foreseen each of Alina’s sisters’ husbands: the big Russian her eldest sister, Radinka, had wed, and the redheaded Scottish businessman her other sister, Zora, had married. Zora had laughed when Baka Fania had announced she would spend the rest of her life with a redhead. Very few Croatians had red hair. “Besides, I hate redheads,” she’d protested.
But the very next year, Baen McKay had come to town, and Zora had known immediately that he was the one. “You can’t fight what was meant to be,” she told everyone, and they all agreed that happiness could be found if you paid attention to Baka’s predictions.
If Baka Fania said Alina’s husband would be blond, where did that leave handsome, charming, dark-haired Eric Sepulveda?
It left him safe, she decided. She wasn’t going to marry Eric, only have a little fun.
“I think you missed the turn.”
“What?” Alina snatched the directions from Marissa’s hand and studied them. “It says to turn on Clarkson,” she said.
“Clarkson is about a block behind us.” Marissa pointed behind them.
Grumbling to herself, Alina turned the car around and headed back. She knew the right house the moment she turned onto the street, which was crowded with cars, trucks and vans on either side of the low brick ranch on the left side of the cul-de-sac. She pulled her compact car into a space half a block away and shut off the engine.
“Maybe we should have brought something with us,” she said as she studied the people who streamed into the house. Many of them carried coolers or covered bowls or platters.
“It’ll be okay,” Marissa said. “There are lots of people here. I bet they’ll have plenty.” She opened the door, but when Alina didn’t move, she paused. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to come in?”
“I’m a little nervous, that’s all.” Ever since they’d set out this morning, a curious energy had raced through her body, leaving every sense hyperalert. She couldn’t shake the feeling that today was really important—the kind of day that could change her life forever. Marissa might not understand, but Alina came from a family that respected intuition. When you had a grandmother who was known as a seer, people in her culture took it for granted you had a few gifts of your own.
“Come on,” Marissa said. “You can’t just sit out here. The sooner you get past the introductions, the sooner we’ll start having fun.”
“You’re right.” Nervous yet wanting to know what lay ahead, she followed Marissa across a yard strewn with children and toys. They followed a group of people through the open front door. She had a brief impression of comfortable furniture and rooms full of people before they emerged into the sunlit backyard. Mexican music blared from a radio balanced on a card table on the deck, while a group of men gathered around an enormous barbecue pit in a back corner. Voices spoke in Spanish and English, and the air was redolent with the aroma of smoking meat and spices.
“Alina!”
Eric strode toward her. Dressed in faded jeans and a black polo shirt, he was easily one of the handsomest men in attendance. He caught and held her gaze as he moved toward her, and briefly she forgot about everything except him and her wildly pounding heart.
“I’m glad you could make it,” he said. He surprised her by pulling her close for a quick, strong hug.
