Four Weeks

by Melissa Ford

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  Copyright ©2004 by Melissa Ford

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  For my sons, Walt and Collin, who were kind enough to spill popcorn all over Travis and smart enough to drive their mini-clown bus our of the story.

  Chapter One

  LOUISE HART LEANED against the sagging split rail fence and frowned. Even under usual circumstances the sorry sight before her would've depressed her. A small muddy paddock, enclosed by the neglected fence, gave way to a weather beaten structure she guessed was the barn.

  She hitched the duffel bag up her shoulder and straightened her back. If only she could get rid of the discomfort treading through her body so easily. She sighed. It was useless, because the weight of the bag wasn't the cause of the stiffness in her spine and the knots in her stomach. It was plain old-fashioned fear.

  Fear that she'd made another really bad mistake.

  This latest new job couldn't end up like all the others she'd accepted with high hopes and left when things didn't work out the way she'd fantasized. Over the past four years the only career achievement she laid claim to was a too-long resume. The miserable reality in front of her did little to quell the dread weighing on her. In fact, it made matters worse.

  A gust of wind blew, carrying with it the fresh scent of late spring lake water. The sign above her squeaked as it swung on its hinges and confirmed what she had to face as the truth. She stood before Hawk's Riding Stable located on Michigan's Mackinaw Island, her new place of employment. The job she'd left home for. The job she'd wanted so badly she'd accepted over the phone.

  Louise lifted her chin, yanked open the crooked gate, paused long enough to close it behind her, and moved toward the wide barn doorway. No going back. She'd made herself a promise that no matter what lie ahead she would make the most of this situation. It was a promise she'd made too many times to count, but this time she meant it. Really.

  Familiar smells of fresh hay and horse greeted her at the entrance of the barn, lifting her spirits a tiny bit. Impatient hooves thudded against the ground and were accompanied by the easy swish of a tail. Although none of her short careers involved horses, she'd spent every summer during high school working as a riding camp counselor. Her love for horses and riding had never faded.

  While her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she pulled in another breath. The comforting smell of the barn should inspire her to get excited about this job adventure. In a quick puff, she blew it out again. She needed more than a head full of memories. She needed to find the mysterious Mr. Parker and get on with her new life. It didn't seem likely that the wealthy new owner would be lingering about in the barn, doing anything as mundane as mucking out stalls, but she no idea where else to look for him.

  Louise glanced around, gave up searching for a clean spot to set down her duffel bag and tossed it into a corner. The low timbre of a man's voice growled across her skin before it reached her ears. The gentle rumble rolled through her, making a warm tremor zip down her spine. She paused at the center aisle of the small barn and rubbed her palms down her arms to chase away the odd sensation.

  A tall black horse flipped its ears and studied her. The inside of the stable wasn't much better than the exterior, but the animals looked healthy. The laugh, a rolling easy chuckle, came again. She had to find someone who could help her locate her new boss, so she moved toward the sound.

  She didn't have to go far to find the man behind the voice. When she did, she drew in a sharp breath and jerked to a stop. Although the office he stood in must have been a converted stall, he seemed to fill up the whole room.

  Neatly dressed, he stood by a bare desk with an old phone cradled under his chin. His thick shoulders filled out a deep blue polo shirt while tailored casual pants hugged his long legs. Expensive leather shoes covered his feet. Dressed as he was, she might've guessed he was the owner, but that was impossible. Mr. Parker was her father's age.

  The man twisted from his lean hips. His strong jawbone was accentuated with a classically straight nose. He gazed out an opening that was probably once used by a horse to breathe in the fresh northern Michigan air. A detached smile lifted his mouth.

  He listened to the person at the other end of the line and laughed again. As before, the potent sound roused a reaction deep within her body. The sensation wasn't expected or welcomed.

  She had to move on. Her goal was to make the most of her new job, and that did not include mingling with wealthy island tourists. Mackinaw Island was a favorite midwestern vacation spot, so there were bound to be lots of handsome men around. Guys, like this one, who looked like he had nothing more on his mind than having a good time.

  She shifted from the doorway, but didn't get away fast enough. The slight sound of her shoes sliding on the grubby floor caught his attention and he turned. His gaze darted across her face and he grinned. His smile deepened just before he glanced down to take in the rest of her. His slow scrutiny left her strangely light-headed.

  She let her own stare trace the outline of his athletic body. A rush of heat flooded her cheeks and the fire under her skin burned even more. What was she doing? Maybe she'd get lucky and he wouldn't notice. This guy didn't need any encouragement. Judging from her own response neither did she.

  He made a careful study of her expression and his lazy smile shifted to one of approval.

  "I'll get back with you,” he said to the person at the other end just before dropping the black receiver into its cradle.

  The urge to walk away burned in her feet, but she stayed put. Although tomorrow was her first day, as far as she was concerned, her new position started the second she stepped onto the property. Turning away from her customer would be bad business and plain rude.

  Lingering by the desk, he continued to take his time. Finally, she gave in and smiled back. To break the odd tension swirling in the stuffy room, she asked, “Is there something I can do for you?"

  Surprise registered in his eyes and he blinked. “I'm sure there is.” Even though the flirtatious meaning behind his soft-spoken words was clear, Louise noticed that his expression didn't quite reach his eyes. Tension tightened his handsome features. Behind the casual banter, Louise knew something in his world wasn't right.

  Even so, she had to steer this conversation away from the personal turn it had taken. “Are you looking for someone?"

  He lifted one thick shoulder. “Maybe."

  She sighed. With his rich hazel eyes and sun streaked brown hair, he was handsome all right, and charming in a carefree way, but this conversation had no potential. She had more important things to do than stand around talking nonsense with one of the tourists. She turned to leave.

  "Wait."

  She swung back around. An awkward silence settled between them. For some reason her gaze was drawn to his long legs and muscular forearms. With effort she pulled it to his face.

  "What about you? Are you looking for someone?” He lifted his eyebrows. “Did you want a trail horse for a few hours?"

  The knot in her stomach, loosened by the pleasant distraction he presented, tightened again. His question pushed her mentally off balance and she remained speechless.

  "We haven't sent any out yet.” He stepped forward and gestured to the stalls lining the aisle. “You'd have your pick of the stable. I've got a man who'd have you ready to go in no time.
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  "No.” She shifted her feet. “I'm not looking for a horse to ride."

  "A carriage?"

  Louise shook her head. “No. I'm looking for Mr. Parker, the owner."

  Nothing. Then like a candle being blown out, the tempting gleam went out of his eyes. His hazel gaze held some adverse, nameless emotion aimed at her. She became too aware of her hands hanging loosely by her sides. Out of habit she reached for her duffel bag to pull on, but of course it was where she'd dropped it.

  He frowned. “You're Louise Hart."

  Tension whispered across her neck while apprehension spread down her back. She nodded.

  "I see.” With a brisk movement he yanked open the top drawer of the desk and took out a long white envelope. Her name was printed across the front in neat masculine handwriting.

  He stared at the envelope and smacked it across one palm, as though he regretted its contents or her. Confusion mingled with her ever growing anxiety, and the changes altering his handsome features made her even more bewildered.

  Footsteps sounded behind her, giving her an excuse to turn away. She moved aside just in time to allow a wiry man space to steal past her.

  The newcomer ignored her completely. He shoved his dirty hands into the brown, threadbare pants flapping around his legs. “I finished it all up, Mr. Parker. Got it done in no time."

  "Please call me Trent, Pete."

  "All right sir, if that's the way you want it."

  The butterflies in her stomach turned to stones. It didn't take her long to figure out her mistake. But it didn't make sense. He'd sounded so much older on the phone.

  She'd made a fool of herself. And how.

  The conversation between the two men rattled in her ears. She leaned backwards, as though she could disappear simply by willing it.

  The temptation to turn, retrace her steps through the barn and rush back outside flitted through her. But the promise she'd made herself—the one to make the most of this job opportunity—was still fresh and meaningful. She'd stay and smooth things out with Mr. Parker.

  Perhaps the change she'd seen in his eyes was due to the embarrassment she'd caused him by not introducing herself right away. She should apologize.

  "It's nice to meet you, Ma'am."

  A few seconds passed before Louise realized the workman was addressing her.

  Both men stood motionless, strangely studying her as though she held the answer to some life-altering question. With the speculating stare of Mr. Parker's eyes weighing on her, Louise smiled to the workman. “Yes, it's nice to meet you, too."

  He folded his bony arms across his chest. “Mr. Parker tell you about me?"

  Obviously, he worked there and would be one of her employees. After the start she'd gotten with her boss, she needed all the allies she could get. Louise forced her mouth into a friendly smile. “No, but I'm looking forward to getting to know you. From what I can see you take great care of the animals."

  A thin smile tightened Pete's lips.

  Mr. Parker stepped between them. “You can go get started on the stalls, Pete."

  "Yep, same as always.” The workman swung his angular body across the grimy office floor and stepped past Louise.

  "I'll be busy in the barn if you need me, Miss Hart,” he said right before he headed down the aisle.

  He ambled away, making his way between the stalls. A tapping sound caught Louise's attention and she turned back to her boss.

  "I believe I was about to give you this?” he said, holding out the white envelope.

  After accepting it she stared at the writing as though the ink could answer the questions beginning to form in her mind.

  "If you'll excuse me?"

  Her new boss had picked up the phone again and was nodding toward the doorway, silently asking in a not-so-subtle fashion, that she leave.

  "Yes, of course.” Louise attempted a professional smile, before she nearly leapt through the doorway.

  The aisle she'd come down a few moments ago seemed much shorter as she passed through it on the way out. Unfortunately, backtracking through the barn wouldn't erase what had happened with her new boss.

  All morning she'd been planning ways to get off to the perfect start. She'd wanted to give the best possible first impression. Instead of doing that, she'd made a fool of herself and embarrassed and angered her boss in the process.

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  LOUISE STOPPED BY the doorway of the barn. She had no idea what she was supposed to do next. Mr. Parker hadn't said anything about her job. He'd just handed her an envelope.

  Whatever it was it couldn't be good. Maybe it was a letter informing her that the position was no longer hers. The heavy weight of despair settled over her.

  With a sigh she loosened the seal and looked inside at the single sheet of white paper.

  "You know about horses?"

  Still clutching the envelope, Louise turned to find the worker, Pete, coming up with a small manure cart. Holding a rusty pitchfork in one hand, he paused and leaned over the battered thing he'd been pushing.

  She had little desire to chitchat now, but she stopped anyway. The contents of the envelope could wait. “It's been awhile, but I used to ride in high school."

  "Me, I never rode one."

  "Never?"

  "Nope.” He looked around at the animals surrounding them. “But I do like them. They stand in them stalls all day, never sayin’ a thing. Just satisfied to wait it out."

  In spite of her hurry to be alone and read the letter, his simple way of looking at things touched her. If she'd thought about it, she would've admired the animals for the same thing. Instead of always chasing a better life, they accepted what came. Maybe she should be more like them.

  "Nice talkin’ with you, Miss Hart, but I better get to work."

  The wobbly wheels of the cart squeaked in protest as he pushed it away from the wide, breezy doorway. The noise matched the comical jerking motion of his legs as he headed off to clean the stalls.

  Once she was sure his attention had been directed elsewhere, she pulled the sheet of paper free. Her fingers trembled slightly. The details blurred together, but the message sunk in.

  Giddy relief washed over her and she smiled. The young Mr. Parker wasn't her boss. Where her boss was, she had no idea, but the instructions contained by the single page directed her on a new path. One she'd happily follow.

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  LOUISE SWUNG THE duffel bag over her shoulder and left the barn for the warm May sunshine. Without pausing, or even glancing back, she walked toward the street, under the weathered sign then down the sidewalk to find the place indicated in the letter.

  The kindness of her new boss to arrange a room for her was unexpected but very much appreciated. Although it was still early in the season, and the historic sights like Fort Mackinac, the military headquarters that the British and Americans had fought over, had yet to open; she'd imagined herself wandering the island with her feet aching and a tattered classified section clutched in her hand. Now, the chore had been taken care of for her. The older Mr. Parker was more of a gentleman than his rude son.

  When she reached the end of the block she consulted the neatly drawn map at the bottom of the letter. According to her best guess, Lovell's Rooming House was only another block or two away. She followed the curve of the street round to the left and waited at the three-way intersection while a pair of overloaded bicycles rushed by.

  The men, a few years younger than herself, sped past. Their challenging shouts faded as the suitcases they carried, perched at odd angles and tied on with bright elastic cords, disappeared around a curve.

  She hopped down from the curb and crossed the narrow street.

  The races of the bicycling bellhops had seemed odd to her as a child, but now she understood it was their way of adding challenge and competition to a job that might otherwise be dull. Toting suitcases from the dock to the hotel only to turn around and collect more to take down the steep hills had to be monotonous. Bore
dom was something she'd never dealt with well. Maybe if she could be more creative, like the racing bellhops, she wouldn't have found herself in her current situation.

  Admittedly, she'd accepted her new job to get away from home and to escape the faded dreams she'd left behind, but working among a crowd of enthusiastic people would make her summer fun. Too bad the good-natured competitive spirit hadn't rubbed off on the young Mr. Parker.

  For some reason, the sound of his low laugh and the unwelcome image of his handsome face burst into Louise's mind. She shook her head as if she could get rid of him that easily. It didn't work, so she hurried down the walk. Putting distance between them might do the trick.

  Thank goodness that man wasn't her boss. Besides the fact that she'd made a fool of herself by staring at him, his personality left a lot to be desired. The odd combination of nervousness and frustration pulsing through her veins just thinking about him told her everything she needed to know. He was a man to be avoided.

  Louise tried to distract herself by studying her surroundings as she walked. Several patches of fading daffodils circled the front of a small art gallery. As she passed, she admired the large watercolor paintings filling the front window. To her, the landscapes of tall pines, old birches and delicate white trilliums carpeting the ground were distinctly northern Michigan.

  Her hometown in the southern part of the state was pleasant, too. She loved her family and friends, but she'd been smothered for too long. Being the only child of overprotective parents didn't leave much room for independence. Her mother and father didn't understand her need to prove herself. They never believed her when she told them that what she needed to be fulfilled was an exciting career.

  That's what she planned to find on the island. Freedom, independence, and success. That combination, the rewards from a successful career, would lead to complete happiness and fulfillment.

  At the end of the sidewalk, where the concrete met the sandy grass that stretched to the shore, sat two buildings. One was a carriage house that had been turned into an elegant hotel; the other smaller building had to be Lovell's Rooming House.