How did she get talked into this? Rachel McKaslin asked
herself as she peered into the basement's deep-box
freezer. The answer was easy — because she had a teeny-
weeny problem saying no. Especially when it came to saying
no to any member of her family.
Which was why she was hanging nearly upside down in the
freezer and freezing. Her fingertips were numb from
shoving packages around. There was a roast in here
somewhere. She knew it was in here. But could she find it?
No. She did manage to find everything else, though:
packages of hot dogs, boxes of frozen fish fil-lets, bags
of frozen vegetables and a big sack of ice pops. The
Popsicles she'd been looking for the last time she'd been
searching through this freezer.
Wasn't that just her luck?
She grabbed a couple of grape Popsicles and heaved herself
over the edge of the freezer. Her feet hit the ground —
yes, she loved being short — and she rubbed the small of
her back. A home-cooked meal, that's what her brother Ben
had requested for his military buddy, who'd apparently
been eating more MREs than real food for the last few
years.
Okay. Frozen fish fingers probably didn't exactly qualify
as the main course of an old-fashioned home-cooked meal.
It would have helped if Ben had called while she'd still
been at work at the diner. She could have made up
something right there to bring home. Or she could have
stopped by the store and bought a roast like the one she
couldn't manage to find now.
Maybe it was time to call in reinforcements. Maybe her
sister Paige could send someone over from the diner with a
to-go box. And after putting in a twelve-hour day on her
feet, she'd be more than glad to give that a try.
It wasn't as if she could cook a roast that wasn't here.
Ben would understand. But would his best friend?
She sighed. Well, with her luck, probably not.
She closed the freezer lid, flicked out the overhead light
and at the base of the narrow stairs rising up out of the
basement, she could hear the briiing of the phone.
Great, how long had it been ringing? She imagined Paige
calling, worrying about why Rachel hadn't answered after
the twenty-seventh ring. Paige was a worrier. Or maybe it
was her sister Amy checking in from her latest
househunting quest. Or Ben — if it was Ben, then she could
explain about the failed roast recovery mission.
She tried to dash up the stairs, but her bunny slippers on
the narrow steps slowed her down. By the time she flew up
and into the kitchen and wrapped her hand around the
receiver, the ringing died. The dial tone droned in her
ear. And she didn't have caller ID.
Her cell phone began to chime the opening bars to "Ode to
Joy." Excellent! Whoever had called was trying her other
phone. Except, where was it? As the electronic music grew
louder and louder, she followed the sound into the kitchen
and to the round oak table where her duffel bag sat, still
zipped. She dug around until she found it.
And it was still ringing. Whew. She flipped it
open. "Hello?"
"Ah, is this Rachel McKaslin?" a man's gravelly voice
asked, as if uncertain he had the right number.
A man's voice she didn't recognize. I think I know who
this is. "Yep, that's me." She yanked open the freezer
door on the fridge. "Is this Jake, by chance?"
"That would be me. Your brother told you I was comin', but
did he warn you about me?" There was a smile to Jake's
voice.
Without a doubt a very handsome smile, she thought as she
tossed the ice pops into the freezer section of the fridge
for later consumption. "Yep, he sure did. The question is,
did Ben warn you about me?"
His warm, easy chuckle came across the line. "He did. Ben
said that you are the generous and lovely soul who agreed
to look after us at the last minute and on a Friday night.
I take that to mean you cancelled a date?"
"Who, me? Date?" She bit her bottom lip to keep in the
snicker.
"Well, it is a date night, and I understand you're a
single attractive lady."
Yeah, right. Not since high school. There were a lot of
great men in the world, good and decent men. She firmly
believed that, but they never seemed to be interested in
her. Maybe it was because she was always so busy, and that
didn't leave a lot of time to date. But that didn't
explain why no one ever asked her out. Most men were
looking for a more worldly woman and, as she looked down
at her fuzzy pink bunny slippers, she was anything but
worldly.
"I thought I'd sacrifice a date night for Ben's best
buddy," she said diplomatically so he wouldn't know he was
wrong, wrong, wrong about her. The reason why she was
about to be a bridesmaid for the umpteenth time, and not a
bride. "It's the least I can do for the man who braved
machine-gun fire to help haul my brother to cover a while
back."
"He was shot. I couldn't just leave him there for the
enemy to trip over."
"My family and I, we're all so grateful to you." Rachel
couldn't imagine the kind of courage it took for someone
to do their job in the military. "Because of you, our
brother's home safe and sound."
"You're giving me a lot of credit. I was just doin' my
job. And Ben's a pretty tough guy. I should know, since we
serve together. It takes more than a bullet to stop him."
Humble, with a sense of humor. Judging by the deep
rumbling baritone of his voice, Rachel figured that Jake
had a drop-dead handsome face to match his charm, his
smile and his voice. Which meant he was far, far out of
her league.
Too bad. She sighed, not really disappointed. She had
resigned herself to her unmarried status. She trusted
God's plan for her life. Maybe she wouldn't always be
single. Maybe He was simply making her wait for the very
best man.
The thing was, she was getting extremely good at waiting.
"Rachel, can I ask you something?" There was a slight
hesitation in his attractive baritone, as if something was
wrong.
He's canceling. That's why he was calling at the last
minute — not that she blamed him. From his perspective, he
was probably imagining that being with his best buddy's
over-thirty-year-old spinster sister wasn't the most fun
way to spend an evening. As her slippers scuffled along
the kitchen floor, she supposed he was right.
It was just as well because the roast she'd planned to
rotisserie was missing in action. "I know Ben probably
felt he needed someone to meet you, since you came all
this way and he ran off to spend a romantic evening with
his bride-to-be. But eating supper here probably wasn't
your first choice. I understand if you'd like to cancel."
"Backing out isn't in my nature. The trouble is, I can't
get to your house."
"Oh, you're lost."
"That's not my problem. I found my way here from the
airport just fine. But getting to your house is harder
than you'd think. I'm parked down the way in your
driveway."
"You're here?" No way — she hadn't heard anyone come up.
Then again, hadn't she just been in the basement nearly
upside down in the freezer?
"How long have you been sitting out there without me
knowing it?" Rachel headed straight to the sink and yanked
the curtain out of the way. She squinted through the long
rays of sunlight. The parking area and the gravel lane
leading up to it were empty.
"I'm not exactly at the house yet. Look down the road and
you'll see my problem."
A break-down? A flat tire, what? She scanned the length of
the newly graveled driveway, past the lawn's reach to the
point where the tidy white board fencing paralleled the
road.
There he was. At least she figured it was him behind the
wheel of a bright red SUV. She could barely make out an
impression of a tall, dark-haired, wide-shouldered man
behind the wheel, but with the glare on the windshield it
could have been her imagination filling in the details.
So, why was he just parked in the middle of the road for
no reason?
Then she saw the giant ungainly brown creature leap into
the middle of the road, between the vehicle and the house.
The bull moose lowered his massive four-point antlers, and
he meant business. He bellowed an ugly, flat-noted call
before he pawed the ground with his impressive front
hooves.
Moose attack! Rachel dropped the phone and flew out the
back door. She grabbed the first thing she passed by and
ran full-out down the path, swinging what turned out to be
the old kitchen broom.
"Get! Go on!" she waved the yellow bristles in the
direction of the stubborn moose.
The creature didn't even bother to turn around. He kept
his hind end to her, as if he already knew there was no
way she was a threat.
Well, as if she'd let her brother's best friend and
rescuer be bullied by a stubborn old moose! "You can't
bully anyone you want. Get out of the road."
Nothing. The moose had dismissed her entirely. Instead,
his unblinking gaze remained on the shiny red vehicle that
gleamed in the autumn sun. The animal swung his head as if
in a challenge and pawed.
Disaster. All Rachel could see was the animal attacking
that brand-new vehicle. That wasn't going to happen on her
watch. She swung the broom closer to his hind end. "Hey!"
The moose didn't acknowledge her in any way. What he ought
to be doing was bolting in fear of a human being with a
weapon. Okay, it was a broom, but he was a wild animal.
Weren't they afraid of people? "Go! Shoo!"
Nothing. How was she going to help Jake now? The driver's-
side window rasped down. That deliciously low male voice
called out, "Need any help?"
"Oh, no. I can handle it."
"I see. You're doing an excellent job."
Was he mocking her? The moose shook his head menacingly,
and bowed low, as if preparing to charge.
Okay, this wasn't going well. It would be a shame for the
moose to bash up that new vehicle with his antlers, plus
scare the city boy half to death. Lord, a little help
would be appreciated.
The door of the Jeep whipped open and a lean hulk of a man
dropped to the ground as if he'd fast-roped from a Black
Hawk helicopter. "Shouldn't your pet be in the pasture or
something?"