Those gorgeous blue eyes had widened with something halfway between amusement and amazement.
“Thanks,” she’d said, very politely, “but I’ll be fine.”
And by the grace of whatever god had been watching, before he’d dug himself any deeper by saying he’d be glad to show her how to get on and off the chair lift, some dude in an anorak like hers had come along, ignored him, smiled at her and said the team was waiting for her.
The team? When she’d gotten to her feet, Seth had wanted to dig a hole in the snow and crawl in because emblazoned on the back of her jacket and on the dude’s was a downhill skier, obviously going a zillion miles an hour.
All New England Ski Team, the logo under the little figure said.
“Castleman?”
Seth blinked. Rod Pommier was looking at him, eyebrows lifted.
“Sorry.” Seth cleared his throat. “I was, uh, I was remembering what it was like, coming up here…”
“And deciding to stay. That was the big thing, wasn’t it? I mean, some decisions are tough. Whether to stay in a place or leave it, whether to do something you believe in even when you think people are using you….” The doctor gave a quick laugh. “Sorry. I guess it’s always hard to make the right decision, but it’s got to be even harder if you’re an eighteen-year-old kid.”
“Yeah.” Seth shrugged. “Well, as I said, I kind of liked the town. And I met some people I liked, too.”
“A girl.” Rod nodded wisely. “Sure. You were eighteen and you met a girl. That was what almost kept me back in Canada. Come to think of it, it’s how I knew I wasn’t really in love with her. If I had been, I’d never have left. That’s why I’m figuring it was a girl who kept you in Cooper’s Corner.”
Seth thought about denying it, but what was the point? They were talking about the past, and that was where Wendy belonged. Yes, he’d loved her once, but he didn’t love her now. Maybe looking back would help keep things in perspective…or maybe, at the very least, it would stop him from waking up and going to sleep thinking about her, which he’d been doing all damned week, despite the bitter words they’d exchanged a couple of hours ago.
“You’re right,” he said after a minute, “it was a girl.”
“Let me guess. Seventeen. Pretty. A cheerleader at the high school.”
Seth stood up, crossed the room and ran his hand over the fireplace mantel. “Nice.” He rapped it lightly with his knuckles. “Oak. Probably local.”
“The girl?”
“The mant—” He looked at Pommier and laughed. “Yeah, she was local. And seventeen. And definitely pretty. In her senior year of high school. But she wasn’t a cheerleader. She was a skier. A champion skier.”
“Oh, hell.” Rod folded his arms over his chest. “Wendy Monroe?”
“Yes.” Seth frowned. “How’d you know?”
“Well, how many pretty teenage champion skiers could a town this size have produced a decade ago? I skied with some guys from the Cooper’s Corner ski club. They were talking about a girl named Wendy Monroe, said she’d come home again after ten years.”
“Nine.”
“Whatever. She was a big name, I gather, back then.”
Seth nodded. He put one foot up on the hearth and tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
“Made the Olympics, too,” Rod said.
“Yeah.”
“Actually, I recognized the name right away. Unless I’ve got her mixed up with someone else, I’m pretty sure she wrote to me a few months back.”
“You haven’t got her mixed up with anybody,” Seth said, his tone giving nothing away. “It was Wendy.”
“You knew about it?”
“Not then. I hadn’t heard from her in a long time. But I saw her last week and she told me she’d been in contact with you.”
“Well, that’s one way of putting it. She asked me if I’d see her. I said I wouldn’t.”
“End of story.”
“That’s right. I’d already decided not to take on new pa—” Rod scowled. “What a coincidence,” he said slowly. “The lady writes to me, I come here on vacation and she turns up after all these years away.”
Seth didn’t answer. Rod gave a slow, thoughtful whistle through his teeth.
“And now it turns out that the guy who’s going to do the work on my cabin is her boyfriend.”
“Former boyfriend,” Seth said quickly. “As in the ex from another…” His eyes narrowed as the other man’s words sank in. “What is this? You think I’m in some kind of conspiracy with Wendy Monroe?”
“I think,” Rod said carefully, “we need to get this out in the open.” He paused. “We’re partners when it comes to this project, Seth. And I’d like us to be friends, as well, but you have to know that I don’t let my professional life get mixed up with my personal life.”
“If you knew me a little better,” Seth said coldly, “you’d know that you just insulted me. You think I’ve been cozying up to you so I can ask you a favor for Wendy?” The men glared at each other. Then Seth grabbed the gloves he’d dumped on the counter. “Get yourself another carpenter. I’m out of here.”
“Wait a minute.”
“No.” Seth swung away from the door. “No, you wait a minute, Pommier. I didn’t come to you about this project, remember? You came to me. And I resent the hell out of you thinking I’d play that kind of game.”
“You misunderstood me,” Rod said quietly. “Or maybe I said it wrong. Look, man, you have to understand. People have been camping on my doorstep in New York, even bribing the guy who runs the elevator in my building.” He laughed. “Sorry. You don’t need all that laid on you. Okay. I apologize. I just meant… I guess I was saying that I’m not going to change my mind. I already gave your girlfriend my answer. I’m not taking new patients.”
“You’ve got a short memory, Doc. I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. And I’m not sucking up to you for favors for her or anybody else.”
“Damn it.” The doctor rubbed his hands over his face. “I really screwed up, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” Seth said sharply, “you did. I don’t give a damn if you’re a surgeon or Mickey Mouse. You either trust me or we can part company, here and now.”
Pommier nodded. “You’re right.” He gave a low, unhappy laugh. “Guess I seem paranoid, huh?”
Seth took a long look at the other man. “No,” he said after a few seconds. “You just seem like a man who’s been hounded into the ground.”
“Still, that’s no excuse for seeing a conspiracy everywhere.”
“Yeah.” Seth took a deep breath. “Well, I suppose it’s only natural, if people are driving you nuts—”
“Remind me to tell you about the eighty-year-old grandmother who smuggled herself into my office in a laundry cart.”
“Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately, yes. She’d heard I worked miracles—her word, not mine—and the miracle she wanted was to look like she was twenty again.”
Seth laughed, and Rod did, too.
“I’m sorry, man,” he said, clearing his throat. “I really am. I never should have implied what I did. I know you’re not the kind who’d ask for a favor.”
“You’re wrong,” Seth said quietly. “I might ask, but I wouldn’t come at you from the back. If I wanted you to take Wendy on as a patient, I’d say so. I’d give you all the reasons I thought you should do it and count on the fact that you’d make the right decision.”
“If you and she were still involved, you mean. Okay. Fair enough.”
“Wrong. It has nothing to do with my relationship with her.”
“No?”
“I’ve read about your surgery, Doc. I know it’s still somewhat experimental. Risky. Right?”
“Right. I make that clear to each patient, but—”
“But they want it anyway.”
Rod nodded his head. “Yeah. And I can understand it. If you can’t walk or live a normal life, the risk is worthwhile.”
“What if you can walk? If you can do everything you once did except pin a number on your back and go down a slope at ninety miles an hour? What if you could live with that, but the person who’s been driving you since the day you were born can’t?”
“Is that the situation with Wendy Monroe?”
Seth paced across the room. “I’d bet my last dollar this is her father’s idea, not hers.”
“Well, it’s too bad. That she can’t stand up to him, I mean.”
“She just doesn’t see it. She’s got this image of herself as a failure unless she can get back into competitive skiing.”
“That’s how you see it, huh?”
“That’s how it is.”
“And you see her, how? Forgetting about skiing? Settling down here and doing something else with her life?”
Seth swung toward him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that it’s interesting you’re ticked off because you think her father is making life choices for her, and here you are, doing the same thing.”
“That’s nuts.”
“Hey, you said it yourself. If you wanted to ask me to do you a favor and see Wendy Monroe you would, right?”
“So?”
Rod shrugged. “Then you told me you weren’t going to, because she shouldn’t have the surgery.”
Seth’s lips compressed. “I didn’t say that.”
“Maybe not.” Rod grimaced. “Listen, man, we’re off the subject. Your specialty is cabinetry. Mine is orthopedics. I’m not licensed to be a shrink.”
“And a good thing, too, because you’ve got it all wrong.” Seth softened the words with a smile. “So,” he said briskly, “what’s next? You want a contract drawn up or you want to work this on a handshake?”
“A handshake is fine with me.”
The men shook hands.
“Okay,” Seth said, “that’s done. All we need now is a plan of work. What you want. How much you want to spend. That kind of thing.”
“I’ve got some ideas. If we could get together, say, tomorrow morning…?”
“Sorry.” Seth shook his head. “I’m full up tomorrow.”
“This evening, then. We could grab a bite at Tubb’s.”
“Sure.” Seth started to zip up his jacket. He walked toward the door, then stopped. “Damn. I almost forgot. I can’t make it tonight.”
“Heavy date, huh?”
Seth smiled, as if that were the answer. It was simpler that way. Truth was, he was taking Jo to dinner because he’d run out of excuses not to see her. She’d phoned several times over the last few days, suggesting they get together. He knew he needed to end things between them soon, if not tonight. He’d just been putting it off because he was a coward.
Jo deserved a guy who was looking to settle down, and that guy wasn’t him. A man who couldn’t get another woman out of his head, even if he didn’t want her there anymore, had no right to be seeing someone as good, as decent, as kind as Joanne.
“Well,” Rod said, “no problem. I’m heading to Vermont for a while—somebody told me about a couple of killer ski runs up there—but I’ll call you when I get back. We’ll get together then.”
“Okay. Fine.” The two men walked to the door. Rod shut off the lights and they stepped out onto the porch. The sun had set and the darkness was almost complete.
Seth looked into the sky and turned up his collar. “Snow before morning.”
“That’s what the weatherman says.”
“Well, for once he’s gonna be right. If it’s okay with you, I’ll touch base with Bob Ziller, ask him to take a look at that furnace and the heating system. There’s usually trouble when it’s been turned completely off for a while.”
“You’re the man in charge. You think something needs doing, do it.”
“Great. Well, see you later.”
“Right.”
They trotted down the steps, booted feet crunching noisily on the packed snow. Seth headed for his truck, Rod for his SUV. At the last second, Rod turned around.
“Seth?”
Seth swung toward him. “Yeah?”
“You think I’m some rich kid who slid through college and med school on my butt?”
“I don’t think about it at all,” Seth replied honestly. He grinned. “Disappointed?”
“Not a bit.” Rod grinned back. “But it’s true. I was a rich kid.”
Seth laughed. The doctor was okay. “There’s a point to this, right?”
“I didn’t have to work my way through school, but when I was an undergrad, I wrote a column on finance for the campus newspaper.”
“Great,” Seth said dryly. “I’m very impressed.”
“One day, a girl who did one of the other columns got herself tossed out of school.”
“The trials and tribulations of the rich.”
“We were desperate, so I said, okay, I’d fill in for her. I ended up doing her damned column for a month, until they finally got somebody else.”
“Pommier, I’m sure this is all fascinating stuff, but I’m freezing my tail off. Plus, I have to go home and get ready to—”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve got a date. You already told me. The thing is, you’ve got a date with the wrong girl.”
“What?”
“I said—”
“I heard what you said. I’m just trying to figure out what you’re talking about.”
“The column I wrote for the girl who left school? It was called `Aunt Agatha’s Advice.’ Ever hear of it?”
“Mercifully, no.”
Rod opened the door to his truck, got inside and put down the window. Seth did the same.
“I’m just giving you my credentials so you’ll know the truth of what I’m about to tell you.”
“And that is…?”
“You’re not over this girl, Castleman. This Wendy Monroe.”
“Ten minutes ago you were an orthopedist, not a shrink.”
“I’m still an orthopedist.” Rod flashed a smile. “I’m also a former Aunt Agatha, and I’m telling you, you have a thing for Wendy.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m right. One hundred percent.”
Seth searched for a clever comeback, but all he could come up with was the memory of Wendy, sitting on that bench at Jiminy Peak the day he’d first set eyes on her.
“You’re wrong,” he said again, but so softly that he knew Pommier couldn’t hear him. He turned the key to fire the ignition, and drove off into the rapidly encroaching night.
CHAPTER SIX
GINA MONROE WAS WORRIED.
She was ecstatic to have her daughter back home, but she could see that Wendy was unhappy. The lunch with Alison hadn’t improved things. If anything, Wendy had come home looking even more depressed.
“Hi, honey,” Gina said when Wendy came in the door. “Did you have fun?”
“Yes.”
That had been Wendy’s entire answer. Just “yes,” and Gina hadn’t believed it, not for a minute. Her daughter had looked emotionally drained. Gina had wanted to follow her to her room, take her in her arms and ask her what was wrong, but instinct had warned her not to. When Wendy reappeared a couple of hours later, she’d still looked upset. Her mouth had been turned down, her eyes had been shiny with…what? Tears? All Gina knew for certain was that her little girl was unhappy, but about what? Surely not about Seth. Wendy had shown nothing but anger when she’d dealt with him that morning.
After a couple of days, Wendy seemed better, but she was still quieter than usual. Gina knew better than to ask questions. Instead, she whispered her concerns to Howard as they sat reading in bed one night.
“I’m worried, Howard,” she said softly. “Wendy’s unhappy. She says she’s fine, but she’s not.”
“Well, of course she’s not happy, honey. Her leg—”
“It’s more than that.”
“She’s impatient, that’s all. She wants to meet Dr. Pommier. I’m doing everything I can to get
five minutes alone with him, but—”
The last thing Gina wanted to discuss was Dr. Pommier. She and Howard were on completely opposite sides of that issue.
“I’m sure you’re doing your best,” she said carefully.
“Oh, I am. We just never seem to be in the same place at the same time.” Howard sighed. “He’s driven up to Vermont to ski a couple of times, and now that he bought a house here—”
“What house?”
“Not a house, exactly. The old Sullivan place, up on Dragon Mountain. Seems like he’s up in Pittsfield, checking out kitchen appliances and such, more than he’s in Cooper’s Corner.”
“How do you know all that?”
“I bumped into Clint at the hardware store before I came home. He mentioned it.” Howard’s voice took on an edge. “Would you believe Pommier’s turned the whole job over to Seth Castleman?”
“Yes. I would. Seth’s talented, Howard. And he’s a good organizer. Just look how he’s built up that business of his.”
“I suppose.”
Gina closed her book and put it on the nightstand. Howard had always been polite to Seth when he was dating Wendy, and Seth had been respectful to him, but she’d sensed the tension between them.
“Wendy’s too young to tie herself down,” Howard would say, and Gina would remind him that she’d been exactly their daughter’s age when she’d started dating him. But she’d known he wasn’t really talking about Wendy being too young. He was talking about her burgeoning success as a skier, and its inevitable end if she married Seth.
There was no reason to get into that discussion anymore. Wendy’s career was over, and so was her relationship with Seth.
Howard put his book aside. “I’m going to try to talk to Pommier at Twin Oaks.”
Gina frowned at the change of subject. She didn’t want to get into this discussion, either, but there wasn’t much choice, not with both her husband and her daughter so determined to buttonhole the doctor.
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