Colder Than Ice. Maggie Shayne
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She grinned at him and hurried to her car. Joshua watched until she was out of the driveway and out of sight down the road. Then he put the cat out, poured a cup of coffee and began checking the house for open windows.
Beth spent more time looking into the mirror than she usually did before a morning run, her hands a little too concerned about getting her higher than usual ponytail perfectly centered.
The moment she realized what she was doing, she scowled at her reflection. “What’s the matter with you? He’s a stranger.”
She pursed her lips, shrugged. “Well, he’s Maude’s grandson. That’s not exactly a stranger.”
Sighing, she brushed her teeth, then rinsed her mouth with mouthwash. Twice. And she used a triple coat of roll-on, because God forbid she should run into Joshua Kendall smelling of sweat.
“You’re pathetic,” she told her reflection. Then she tucked her itty-bitty derringer into the pocket of her maroon-and-white warm-up jacket, zipped it up to keep it there, and stepped out her front door into the brilliant autumn sunshine.
She could see her breath this morning. It was getting awfully cold for running. She was a diehard, though. She would push it until the snowbanks along the roadside made it too dangerous. Then she would haul her treadmill out of the storage space under her rented cottage, assemble it, oil it up and plug it in.
She started out slowly, building up to a stronger pace as her body warmed and her muscles limbered. She felt good today. Not in the usual way that running made her feel good, but in a new way—a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
It was because of him. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that. It was because a great-looking man with no apparent mental defects found her attractive. Imagine feeling so buoyant over something so juvenile.
Not that she was going to let it cloud her judgment or weaken her caution. If anything, the feeling made her even more wary. Not only didn’t she trust him, she was going to have to be very careful about trusting herself.
Still, the closer she got to Maude’s house, the more she had to fight to keep the smile from her face. And when she arrived there, and saw that both Maude and Joshua were waiting for her on the front porch, the smile was impossible to suppress.
She walked up the sidewalk, taking deep, lung-bursting breaths and blowing them out slowly, so she wouldn’t be panting when she got to them.
Joshua was on his feet, glancing at his watch. “Ten minutes early.”
“I didn’t know anyone was keeping track,” she said, mounting the steps.
He shrugged. “I was getting ready to worry in case you were late.”
“Don’t,” she told him. “Worrying about me is a waste of time.” She noted his clothes. “And you’re not running home with me again.”
“I’m not?”
She shook her head firmly. “No, you’re not.”
“And why not?”
“Because I have the feeling you’re trying to be protective of me for some reason. And I don’t like that. I resent it, in fact.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “Good morning, Maude.” She leaned over Maude and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Morning, dear. Don’t be angry with Joshua for wanting to watch over you. I was the one who put him up to it.”
“And since when do you think I need watching over?”
She shrugged. “That car yesterday spooked me, I guess.” She reached for a pot and poured tea. “Today’s brew is for energy and heat, er, warmth, I mean. It’s going to be too cold for our outdoor tea parties soon,” she said, setting the pot down and rubbing her arms. She wore a heavy fleece sweater and a knit hat.
Beth sank into her chair and lifted the beautiful china cup, bringing it to her nose and sniffing. “Mmm…cinnamon?”
“Yes. And ginseng and cloves, with just a hint of vanilla.”
“It’s really delicious,” Joshua said.
Beth took a sip. “Mmm, it is. You’re brilliant, Maude.”
“You may not think so much longer,” Maude said.
“Why’s that?” Beth was curious, frowning from Maude to Joshua and back again.
“Well, my kitchen range is on the fritz. Now, I can get by with the hotplate and microwave for breakfast and lunch, but I had such a special dinner planned.”
Beth set her cup down. “I’ll take a look at it for you.”
“Don’t bother, Beth,” Joshua said. “I already looked it over. I’m afraid it’s gonna require professional help.”
“Really?”
He nodded. Maude nodded, too, very enthusiastically. “I’ve got a call in to Milt Rogers, in town, but he’s working on a furnace over in Pinedale today. Said he could come out first thing tomorrow. Which still brings me back to tonight’s dinner.” She smiled her sweetest smile. “I thought I’d just bring all the groceries over and cook dinner at your place,” she said with a firm nod. “That wouldn’t be any trouble for you, would it, Beth?”
Beth blinked and knew better than to argue. She couldn’t say she had plans to go out, because she never went out and Maude knew it. She couldn’t say she didn’t feel well, because if she were ill, she wouldn’t be running. And saying no for no reason at all would just be rude. So she smiled right back at Maude and said, “Of course it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
“I didn’t think so,” Maude told her. “Drink your tea, dear. It’s getting cold.”
The screen door creaked, and Bryan stepped out onto the porch. He wore sweatpants, a T-shirt, and his feet were bare. He wasn’t skinny like a lot of boys his age, she thought. The tight T-shirt revealed a physique that probably drove the girls his age wild. Not quite as nice as his father’s, but…
“Morning, Bryan,” Beth called, dragging her unruly thoughts to a halt.
He frowned at her. “Are you all crazy? It’s freezing out here.”
“Oh, I like to enjoy the outdoors while I can,” Maude said. “Soon enough it’ll be winter, and I’ll be cooped up in the house till spring. When I think about the snow to come, this autumn chill seems like nothing.”
“Winters pretty bad up here, are they, Maude?” Joshua asked.
Bryan reached back through the door and reemerged with a jacket in hand, one he pulled on quickly.
“We get hammered with snow and frozen with cold,” she said. “If you call that bad, then I guess they are. I think it keeps life interesting. Why, you never know when the first blizzard of the season is going