Kevin Quintano.”
Irena nodded, thinking that he had kind eyes. She took his hand and shook it. “Irena Yovich.”
“Yovich,” Kevin repeated. Surprised, he glanced at June before asking, “Any relation to Yuri Yovich?”
About to pick up her suitcase, she watched Kevin take it for her. “He’s my grandfather.”
The three of them walked to the small terminal that mostly housed his office and the tools that June used to work on the planes.
“I guess that makes us kind of related,” Kevin speculated, “Since Yuri married June’s grandmother, Ursula.”
Work, as well as a desire not to run into Ryan, had kept her from the wedding; but she’d had her grandfather and his new wife to her home, where she’d held a reception for them that included her mother and her stepfather. “Ursula isn’t still the postmistress, is she?”
“Of course she is,” June assured her. “The only way my grandmother would ever stop being Hades’s postmistress is when they carry her out of the office, feet first.”
Irena nodded. Ursula had been the postmistress in Hades for as long as she could remember. “Things really haven’t changed all that much,” she concluded.
“You’d be surprised,” June contradicted. They stopped before the terminal. “Look, if you haven’t got a place to stay, I’d love to put you up at our place.”
Irena smiled as she shook her head. “Thanks, but my grandfather said he’d never forgive me if I didn’t stay with him and his ‘bride.’”
June nodded. She knew that her step-grandfather meant it. A sense of family was very important for survival out here.
“They’re very cute together,” she confided. “And,” June added happily, “best of all, he’s not showing any sign of wearing out.”
“Wearing out?” Irena echoed, not following June’s meaning.
“My grandmother buried three husbands,” June reminded her. “She’s a very vibrant lady for someone in her late seventies.”
“Vibrant,” Kevin echoed with an amused grin. “I think the word that June is looking for is ‘lusty.’”
Irena thought about the colorful postmistress who was also the keeper of the town’s gossip. Apparently, just as she thought, despite the new coats of paint that had been applied here and there, not all that much had really changed here.
Chapter Two
Because the wind had started to pick up, Irena waited until they reached the shelter of the small terminal before she asked June, “Is there any place that I can rent a car?”
Because the Hades she knew didn’t have the simplest of amenities, she wouldn’t have even asked about a car rental agency. But since June had insisted that the small hamlet was well on its way to being a thriving city, she had nothing to lose by asking. Adequate transportation was supposed to be part of a growing city, wasn’t it?
“To rent? No,” June replied before Irena could even nod her head in response to the question. “But to borrow? Sure.”
June spared her husband a glance and Kevin nodded. They had their own form of communication, Irena thought with just a touch of longing.
“Do you remember how to handle a four-wheel drive vehicle?” her friend asked. Again, before she could answer, June was talking again, “Or has city life made you soft?”
“It’s like riding a bike,” Irena said with a shade more confidence than she actually felt. Challenges always did that to her—made her step up and agree to things she normally would have thought twice about. But in this case, it was all right. Though she’d relied predominantly on public transportation and taxis in the last ten years, she was certain driving anything would come back to her. That was why she’d maintained her driver’s license. “You never quite forget how.”
June nodded, obviously pleased. Digging into the pocket of her jacket, she produced a set of keys and held them out to her. “You can borrow my car while you’re here.”
Irena made no attempt to reach for the keys. “I can’t do that,” she protested.
“Sure you can.” To prove it, June placed the keys into Irena’s hand and then closed her fingers over them with her own. She pushed Irena’s hand back to her. “I insist.”
Irena looked down at the keys, torn. She didn’t want to be dependent on someone else to get around while she was here, but at the same time, she couldn’t just take June’s car from her.
“But don’t you need a car to get around?”
June nodded toward Kevin. “I’ll just steal Kevin’s car. That’s the best part of having your husband work with you.” June slanted a glance at Kevin’s profile and then smiled, her eyes dancing in response to the thought that had just crossed her mind. “Well, maybe not the best part, but it’s up there.”
The June of ten years ago hadn’t wanted all that much to do with the male population. She seemed far more outgoing now, reminding her a bit of Ursula, Irena thought.
“Are you sure you want to part with your car?” Irena asked once again.
June waved away her concern. “Don’t give it another thought.” She cocked her head. “Still remember your way around here?”
The town was spread out, but even so, there wasn’t all that much to Hades. A few streets in the center and most of the homes were along the outskirts of town or a bit further out.
“Some things you never forget. I’m going to surprise my grandfather,” she explained. “I wasn’t sure when I would get here. I think he’s expecting me to arrive late tonight.”
June nodded, then began to go toward where the vehicles were housed. With summer over, it was time to shelter the cars from critically dropping temperatures. “Let me show you your way around Clarisse.”
“Clarisse?” Irena asked, and then she laughed, remembering. “I forgot that you name cars.”
“Makes them easier to handle,” June replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world to address four-wheeled vehicles by regular names.
Irena had every intention of driving June’s Jeep straight to the cabin where her grandfather lived with his wife. She wasn’t completely sure just how she wound up going in the opposite direction. Most likely, nostalgia had directed her, she decided. Before she was fully conscious of her crimes, she headed toward the building where she had spent her early childhood. Before tragedy had found her family.
She remembered the house with warmth. She and her mother had lived there until her father had been killed in the cave-in. Her mother had never sold the house, most likely for the same reason that she found herself driving toward it now. Sentimental attachment.
Part of Irena couldn’t help wondering if the building was still standing.
It was.
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