can’t even walk.”
She took offense to that. She sucked hard on the inside of her left cheek, turned to look out the window.
“I can walk,” she said softly. “I got out of bed without falling on my face.”
“Vic says you should stay off your feet as much as possible. At least for the next few days. That is if you don’t want to pop those stitches. That cut on your leg was bone deep. Vic worked over an hour to minimize the scar.”
She looked back at him. “I’m not your problem, or Vic’s.”
“I have plenty of room here.”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“I’ll let you know when you are.”
“You said this is your room. I couldn’t put you out.”
“You already have, and I don’t look upset, do I? But I have two other bedrooms down the hall. I believe one has a green bedspread. I’ll tell Vic to move you after lunch.”
Jacy didn’t let her argue. He walked out before another word could be exchanged. But not before he let his eyes drift over her slender figure. She certainly gave a man a lot to think about, and he wasn’t talking about the crash or her memory loss.
He didn’t like houseguests, and as far as women went, he could count on one hand how many had stayed overnight here. Some of them would have liked to put down roots, but he was worse than Tate when it came to being a rolling stone.
So why didn’t he want her to leave? He could set her up in a motel in Browning and give her Billy’s number.
No. He wouldn’t do that because something wasn’t right about this. He felt it, and he never ignored his gut instincts.
Like Koko’s visions, his gut was seldom wrong.
While Vic was dancing around the kitchen making Koko’s recipe for huckleberry pie, and moving their guest in to the room with the green bedspread, Jacy called Billy. He wanted to know if there had been any news about who the mystery woman was who had fallen out of the sky.
“Sorry, Moon, but I went through Marty’s office paper by paper. I didn’t find a thing. Not that I expected to. Marty was never much of a housekeeper, or a bookkeeper. His office needed an update as badly as his airplane. No records on flight plans, no receipts. Nothing.”
Like Billy, Jacy had expected as much. “And no one has called about a missing relative or employee?”
“No. Got any ideas?”
“Not at the moment.”
“She still brain-dead?”
Jacy heard Billy chuckle over the phone. “No memory yet.”
“I’d like to question her. You think she’d be up to a few tonight?”
“I think so.”
“After supper?”
“Seven?”
“I’ll be there.”
When Jacy hung up the phone, he saw Vic standing in the doorway of his office. “What’s up?”
Vic walked in and sat on the leather sofa. “I got a call from headquarters. They want to know when I’ll be back. I delayed leaving yesterday, but it seems they really need me in D.C. I told them I’d get back to them within the hour. What do you think?”
“I think you should take off.” Jacy walked to the window to consider the weather. “It’s not so bad that a chopper can’t get in and pick you up. In fact this would be a good time. The forecast is predicting a measurable snowfall by this evening. If you wait you could be snowed in for a week.”
“Your houseguest is going to be moving slow for the next few days, but she’s strong. She’ll recover. The biggest concern I have is keeping her leg clean and free from infection. The rest of her scratches and bruises are superficial. Like the sprain, it’s just going to take some time. But give her a week and she’ll be chasing you around the couch.”
Jacy looked over his shoulder and gave Vic a set of raised eyebrows. “Was that supposed to be funny?”
“You have to admit she’s a pretty young thing.”
“Too young for you or me.”
Vic shrugged. “Age is a state of mind.”
“Too young, with no memory.”
“You can still look and dream.”
And he’d been doing plenty of that, Jacy mused.
She took offense to that. She sucked hard on the inside of her left cheek, turned to look out the window.
“I can walk,” she said softly. “I got out of bed without falling on my face.”
“Vic says you should stay off your feet as much as possible. At least for the next few days. That is if you don’t want to pop those stitches. That cut on your leg was bone deep. Vic worked over an hour to minimize the scar.”
She looked back at him. “I’m not your problem, or Vic’s.”
“I have plenty of room here.”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“I’ll let you know when you are.”
“You said this is your room. I couldn’t put you out.”
“You already have, and I don’t look upset, do I? But I have two other bedrooms down the hall. I believe one has a green bedspread. I’ll tell Vic to move you after lunch.”
Jacy didn’t let her argue. He walked out before another word could be exchanged. But not before he let his eyes drift over her slender figure. She certainly gave a man a lot to think about, and he wasn’t talking about the crash or her memory loss.
He didn’t like houseguests, and as far as women went, he could count on one hand how many had stayed overnight here. Some of them would have liked to put down roots, but he was worse than Tate when it came to being a rolling stone.
So why didn’t he want her to leave? He could set her up in a motel in Browning and give her Billy’s number.
No. He wouldn’t do that because something wasn’t right about this. He felt it, and he never ignored his gut instincts.
Like Koko’s visions, his gut was seldom wrong.
While Vic was dancing around the kitchen making Koko’s recipe for huckleberry pie, and moving their guest in to the room with the green bedspread, Jacy called Billy. He wanted to know if there had been any news about who the mystery woman was who had fallen out of the sky.
“Sorry, Moon, but I went through Marty’s office paper by paper. I didn’t find a thing. Not that I expected to. Marty was never much of a housekeeper, or a bookkeeper. His office needed an update as badly as his airplane. No records on flight plans, no receipts. Nothing.”
Like Billy, Jacy had expected as much. “And no one has called about a missing relative or employee?”
“No. Got any ideas?”
“Not at the moment.”
“She still brain-dead?”
Jacy heard Billy chuckle over the phone. “No memory yet.”
“I’d like to question her. You think she’d be up to a few tonight?”
“I think so.”
“After supper?”
“Seven?”
“I’ll be there.”
When Jacy hung up the phone, he saw Vic standing in the doorway of his office. “What’s up?”
Vic walked in and sat on the leather sofa. “I got a call from headquarters. They want to know when I’ll be back. I delayed leaving yesterday, but it seems they really need me in D.C. I told them I’d get back to them within the hour. What do you think?”
“I think you should take off.” Jacy walked to the window to consider the weather. “It’s not so bad that a chopper can’t get in and pick you up. In fact this would be a good time. The forecast is predicting a measurable snowfall by this evening. If you wait you could be snowed in for a week.”
“Your houseguest is going to be moving slow for the next few days, but she’s strong. She’ll recover. The biggest concern I have is keeping her leg clean and free from infection. The rest of her scratches and bruises are superficial. Like the sprain, it’s just going to take some time. But give her a week and she’ll be chasing you around the couch.”
Jacy looked over his shoulder and gave Vic a set of raised eyebrows. “Was that supposed to be funny?”
“You have to admit she’s a pretty young thing.”
“Too young for you or me.”
Vic shrugged. “Age is a state of mind.”
“Too young, with no memory.”
“You can still look and dream.”
And he’d been doing plenty of that, Jacy mused.
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