Safe in the Fireman's Arms

by Tina Radcliffe

  “No, Dad, come on in. What’s up?”

  “I’ve had another idea for the store.” Mack pulled a piece of paper from his pocket before he slid into a chair across from the desk.

  “You or Bitsy? Are we paying her a consulting fee?”

  “Naw, she does it out of the kindness of her heart.”

  “Great. So what’s the idea?”

  Mack cleared his throat and glanced at the paper in his hand. “What about a summer fire-safety day? Promote fire-safety awareness? Good time to reach the tourists, too. We can put all our fire-prevention-related products on sale that day, as well. Fire sale, so to speak.”

  “Dad, this is a brilliant plan. Let me get an official clearance from the commissioner.” Jake leaned forward. “You know, I bet Maggie would like to help. Can Bitsy get Maggie involved?”

  “Really?” Mack put a finger in his ear and jiggled it. “Did I hear you right?”

  “A good idea is a good idea, Mack.”

  “Here I was prepared with statistics and all. Thought for sure I was going to have to twist your arm.” His father frowned. “You’re not humoring me, are you?”

  “No. I’m telling you. It really is a great idea. How does Bitsy want to handle this summer fire-safety day?”

  “I hadn’t gotten that far. I expected you to shoot me down. I wasn’t prepared for a yes. How about if I set up a meeting for all of us?” Mack asked.

  “Sure.”

  “I’ll get on it.” Mack walked toward the door and then stopped and turned back to Jake. “Son, you feeling all right?”

  “Yeah, Dad, why?”

  Mack shook his head. “Just checking.” He put a hand on the doorknob. “Say, what do you think about having dinner at Bitsy’s? Real casual-like. We can talk about this.”

  “That works for me. Can you check with Maggie?”

  “I can do that.”

  “We better get moving fast,” Jake added. “The Fourth of July is only a week away. I’d like to notify the commissioner we have everything in place and plan to roll out the project after the holiday.”

  “Wow, you sure surprised me on this one. I didn’t expect so much enthusiasm. Seemed like lately you’ve been all work and no play.”

  “Really? Sorry, if I’ve been a little tense.” The fact that he’d used Duffy’s description didn’t escape him. Jake took a deep breath. “Dad, we’re on the same team here. If I haven’t mentioned it, well, since you retired you’ve done a great job of promoting the store.”

  “Thanks, son.”

  The door closed and Jake put his hands behind his head. Who’d have thought Bitsy would solve his problem? It was a great plan, benefitting the department and the citizens of Paradise. Working with Bitsy would keep Maggie out of trouble and it could only help her standing with the school board. It would also keep the town sympathies on her side. After all, you could hardly accuse a woman heading up a fire-safety program of being a fire bug. Could you?

  Chapter Ten

  “Well, isn’t this nice?” Mack said.

  “Real nice, Dad,” Jake said with a wink to Maggie.

  “Is everyone hungry? Because I thought maybe we could eat first, out on the patio,” Bitsy commented.

  French doors opened to reveal a large stamped cement patio. Jake stood and took in the yard. Small pine trees provided a border without obstructing the west-facing view of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

  “What an amazing view,” Maggie said.

  “Isn’t it?” his father added. “You should see it at sunset.”

  Jake frowned, processing the information.

  “What are those flowers, Bitsy?” Maggie asked.

  Bitsy stepped out to the stone path that weaved through the yard, and Maggie followed. “Columbine there. State flower of Colorado, you know. Those are coneflowers. Prairie zinnia.” She pointed to the yellow flower. “Of course the peonies have already finished for the year, but the day lilies keep popping up.”

  “Who did all this?” Maggie asked.

  “I did it myself. Of course it’s been a thirty-year work-in-progress.”

  “It looks like a picture in a magazine,” Maggie said.

  “How old is the house?” Jake asked.

  “Sixty years old,” Mack answered at the same time as Bitsy.

  The two laughed.

  “It was my mother’s house,” Bitsy added.

  The house was a surprise. Jake expected antiques and girly gewgaws everywhere. Instead the decor was French provincial, in soothing shades of cream and blue, decorated very sparsely to make the rooms appear larger.

  A timer went off.

  “Dinner is ready,” Bitsy said.

  “May I help with anything, Bitsy?” Maggie asked.

  “No, she’s got it under control, right, Bitsy?” Mack answered for her.

  “I do. Now, Jake and Maggie you sit right there next to each other—gives you a fine view of the garden while we eat. Mack, you’re there at the head of the table.”

  Jake held Maggie’s chair for her. From the kitchen the aroma of seared beef filled the air.

  “Paradise Valley beef. From the Elliott Ranch,” Bitsy announced as she brought a platter of prime rib to the table.

  Maggie’s eyes widened.

  “Not a vegetarian, are you?”

  “Oh, no. I’m marveling at your cooking skills. I’m doing well to barbeque a hamburger.”

  “Wait until you taste my garlic mashed potatoes and spring peas. I like to keep the side dishes simple with a meal like this. The meat is really the star of the show.”

  Bitsy slid into a chair and took Mack’s hand. “Let’s pray, then Mack can slice the roast and I’ll grab the rolls from the oven. I feel certain that the Lord doesn’t want us to eat cold food.”

  “Jacob, will you do the honors?” his father asked.

  “Me?” Jake nearly choked on his water.

  “You used to do it all the time growing up.”

  “Okay, sure, Dad.” He took his father’s hand and Maggie’s and bowed his head. “Lord, thank You for this meal we are about to eat and bless this food to our bodies. Thank You for the fellowship of our friends gathered here today. Amen.”

  “Mighty nice,” Bitsy said as she popped her head up. “Be right back.” She turned to Maggie. “Come to think of it, I could use an extra pair of hands to bring food to the table.”

  “Glad to help.” Maggie pushed her chair back and followed Bitsy.

  Jake picked up his water glass again. “So, Dad, how close are you and Bitsy?”

  “Friends, son. Like you and Maggie. Good friends are the foundation for life, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Yeah, but that depends on your definition wouldn’t you say?”

  “What I’d say is that a good friend is someone special who brings happiness into your life, cares for you just the way you are and encourages you to be the best you can be.”

  “That’s a little deeper explanation than I expected,” Jake said.

  Mack chuckled.

  “Look at these yeast rolls,” Maggie interrupted as she set the basket on the table. “I need to hang out here more often.”

  “Yeah, that Bitsy knows how to cook. That’s for sure.” Mack patted his abdomen.

  Everything suddenly slowed down in Jake’s mind’s eye as he observed the movements around the table. He took the big bowl of tossed garden salad that was passed to him and sat thinking.

  His father and Bitsy? Glancing up he couldn’t miss the adoration in Mack’s eyes as he stared at the woman like she was the best thing since peach pie.

  He looked over at Maggie. She laughed at something Mack said, then turned toward him and smiled, her eyes lighting up, her mouth curved sweetly.

  Jake’s heart clutched. His father’s words echoed in his ears. Someone special who brings happiness into your life, cares for you just the way you are and encourages you to be the best you can be.

  * * *

  “We need to talk,” Bitsy whispered
to Maggie. In the other room Mack and Jake debated fishing lures across the table.

  Maggie dried a pot and placed it on the counter. “What’s going on?”

  “I don’t want them to hear.” She nodded her head toward the dining room.

  “Can’t you give them something to do?” Maggie asked.

  “Brilliant, Maggie.” Bitsy turned and called out,

  “Mack?” Bitsy called out.

  A moment later Mack MacLaughlin stood in the doorway, looking very much like he ate more than he should have and was pleased about it. “What’s up?”

  “Can you do me a favor, please?”

  “Sure. Anything you want.”

  “There are ten bags of sphagnum peat in the garage. Can you put it in Jake’s truck? For Maggie?”

  “Ten bags?” He groaned.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Come on, Jake. You heard the lady.”

  “Sounds like we’re working for our supper.”

  “By the time you’re done, we’ll be ready to sit down with pie and discuss that summer fire-safety day.

  “Then we better hurry, Mack,” Jake returned.

  Bitsy dried her hands. “Jake sent a request to the sheriff’s office to run a background check on you.”

  Maggie’s mouth nearly dropped open. “Me? Why?”

  “Shh. They’ll hear you. Now, don’t get all riled up. I happened to hear the conversation between him and Sam.”

  “For once I’m grateful you have superpowers, Bitsy.”

  Bitsy laughed. “I shouldn’t be laughing. This really isn’t a laughing matter. The fire commissioner is worried about the upcoming elections.”

  “I’ve gotten Jake in trouble, haven’t I?”

  “Jake defended you to the hilt.”

  “Wait a minute. I don’t understand. Jake’s running unopposed.”

  Bitsy shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Too many fires makes the commissioner look bad and he’s not running unopposed. Big bucks are on the line in his campaign.”

  Distressed, Maggie stared out the window.

  “We need to find out who started that fire in your driveway,” Bitsy said.

  She met Bitsy’s gaze. “You know who it was, don’t you?”

  “I can guess.”

  “Beck Hollander,” Maggie said, despair lacing her voice.

  Bitsy nodded. “I pestered Duffy until he gave me the details. Beck is the only one in this town who could have created a remote-control device like that.”

  “It kills me to think Beck would do such a thing. He isn’t a prankster and I really thought we were friends.” She shook her head. “Why would he do that?”

  “Oh, probably because he’s jealous of Jake.”

  “That’s ridiculous. Maybe I should talk to him,” Maggie said.

  “No.” Bitsy put a hand on Maggie’s arm. “Not yet. Let Sam and Jake finish the investigation. In the meantime, you need to keep a low profile.”

  “How low is a low profile?”

  “Disappear. Keep out of downtown Paradise and the shop if you can.”

  “That should be easier now that my Uncle Bob is back. I’ve turned everything over to him and I’m working in the yard until school starts. The only other thing on my agenda is this summer fire-safety project.”

  “Good. In the meantime, I’ll be on top of things. So don’t worry.”

  But she was worried. Jake loved his job as fire chief. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, moving from the city to the small town of Paradise and becoming chief was his self-ordained penance after his wife died.

  What would he do if he had to step down?

  Maggie’s mind raced. This was all her fault. What was she going to do about it? For starters, distancing herself from Jake was the best thing she could do for him.

  Too bad, because she really enjoyed their time together. Lately she found herself listening for his familiar footsteps to come through the door of the shop.

  Yes. She’d gotten very used to having Jake around. Doing things with him was much more fun than doing anything alone.

  Jake would be a hard habit to break.

  * * *

  “My father and Bitsy,” Jake said as he pulled on his seat belt.

  “Sweet, aren’t they?” Maggie mused.

  “You knew?”

  “It was an obvious observation.”

  “How did I miss that obvious observation?”

  “Maybe you didn’t want to see what was going on?”

  “No. I think my father was keeping his relationship with Bitsy from me.”

  “Well, he isn’t now. They seem very comfortable together.”

  “Comfortable. Interesting word choice. They do, but I’m still trying to understand how this happened. They have nothing in common.”

  “Jake, sometimes the commonality in a relationship is simply the same belief system and willingness to respect that the other person is different.”

  “You really believe that?”

  “Yes. You and I are friends and on the outside it would appear we have nothing in common.”

  “You sound like Duffy.”

  Maggie’s brows knit. “I’m not sure how to take that. Anyhow, all I’m saying is that I think it’s nice that they’re such good friends. It’s obvious that Mack and Bitsy care for each other. They make each other happy, too.”

  Jake straightened at her words.

  “What’s wrong?” Maggie asked.

  “Not a thing.” He shook his head, bemused. “You know, Mack came to me a few weeks back. He said he was going to propose, but wouldn’t tell me who.”

  “I think he’s trying to get you to like Bitsy, first.”

  “As if I were still a kid.”

  “He loves you, Jake.”

  “I know,” he conceded. “The thing is I don’t really dislike Bitsy. She’s just too much like me, to tell you the truth. My dad is easygoing and Bitsy, well, she’s...”

  “Stubborn, headstrong, opinionated, determined.”

  “Okay, you can stop now. I get the drift.”

  Maggie laughed. “You two are a lot alike, you’re right. It’s no wonder you butt heads so often.”

  “That we do.” Jake started the truck. “Anyhow, we got a lot done today, though. I give Bitsy credit for that.”

  “Yes, but we’ve still got to find a volunteer to go door to door and pass out those refrigerator magnets she’s ordering.”

  “Oh, I’ve got someone in mind.”

  “Who?”

  “I’ll tell you after I seal the deal.”

  “That sounds a little cryptic.”

  Jake only smiled.

  He waved to a few pedestrians as they drove down Main Street toward her house.

  “July means a big barbecue and celebration out at the Elliott Ranch,” he commented “This year it happens to land on the Fourth. They invite the entire town.”

  “Deep pockets, huh?”

  “Hollis Elliott has one of the biggest ranches in the valley. The invitation was in the Sunday Paradise Gazette. They have a full-page ad. Did you see it?”

  “I’m trying to stay away from the newspaper.”

  Jake grinned. “I understand, but keep in mind that this is one party not to miss. I’ll swing by and pick you up.”

  “I’m not so sure I’m going to attend.”

  “Why not? Maggie, you’re a citizen of Paradise now. This is almost your civic duty.”

  She released a small laugh. “Right. Like going to the Founder’s Day supper with the chief?”

  Jake’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Yes. Just like that.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “Maggie—”

  “Jake.”

  “Okay, but think about the fact that I really want you to go.”

  “Jake, you’re being great about helping me keep all those enthusiastic suitors at bay, but—”

  “Uh-oh, here it comes,” he muttered.

  “Maybe we should talk about where we
go from here.”

  He turned his head and stared at her from across the seat of the pickup truck. “Maggie, don’t go overthinking things. All I’m saying is I enjoy your company.”

  “As I do yours. But this isn’t real.”

  “What isn’t real? Those kisses we shared?”

  Her eyes widened. Of course Jake would go there. Maggie’s face warmed at his words.

  She cleared her throat and gathered her composure. “I’m simply saying that maybe we should remember that you’ve been gallantly helping me out these past days.”

  Jake’s face hardened and he pinned her with his gaze. “Maggie, I’m not aiming for gallant. Maybe you should consider that I don’t do anything unless I want to.”

  Maggie turned her head away, alarmed at his words. Jake might believe those words now, but he’d regret them eventually when he realized that she was threatening his very career.

  Going to the barbeque with him wasn’t a smart idea. No, she’d stay home instead and work out her frustrations mulching the ten bags of sphagnum peat Bitsy had provided her instead, while wishing she was the kind of woman a man like Jake deserved.

  Chapter Eleven

  Trouble in Paradise. Jake smelled it in the air the minute he walked into the hardware store. Mack greeted him at the door, clipboard in hand, and followed him to the office.

  “Okay, let me have it,” he told his father as he booted up his computer and flipped on the monitor.

  “Someone spray-painted graffiti on the back of the store. Way up high. Can’t reach it with the ladder. Coincidentally, we’re missing six cans of spray paint.”

  “Nice of them to use our paint. Call the security company and have them run the video footage. Maybe we can find our minor-league criminal.” Jake paused. “I’m wondering how they got up so high”

  “No clue.”

  “Can you rent a cherry picker?”

  “I’ll check on that,” Mack said.

  “Tourist season. You gotta love it,” Jake muttered.

  He walked over to the coffeepot and eyed the carafe, and then leaned over and sniffed. Mocha vanilla, Irish crème, hazelnut something. Just as he suspected. Bitsy had his father drinking that flavored stuff again.

  “Dad, I thought we agreed. No flavored coffee until afternoon. A compromise.”