Kayla’s barn. It should be snuggled up waiting for her when she gets home. I might have mentioned that Jackson wants antlers for the wall. He looked pretty annoyed.”
“You’re not funny. Carry on like that and I’ll move back to New York.” Kayla glowered at him, and Jackson curved his arm round her shoulders in a protective gesture.
“I’ve got your back, sweetheart.”
“What about the rest of me?”
Jackson dropped his eyes, and a smile flickered in the corner of his mouth. “I’ve got that, too. I promise to come between you and the moose from this day forward, for better for worse…”
“Stop it! You’re freaking me out.” But Kayla leaned across to kiss him, and Tyler shuddered.
“You’re freaking me out, too. I can only take so much romance on an empty stomach and anyway, we have children present. Keep it clean, people.”
Jess straightened defensively. “I’m not a child.”
“I know, but I’m using you as an excuse to stop this disgusting public display of affection, so if you could look shocked, that would be great.”
Jess helped herself to potatoes. “I’m not shocked. They’re always kissing. You should be used to it by now.”
“I’ll never get used to it. I’d rather watch ice dancing on TV.”
“You hate watching ice dancing. Dad, can I have new skis?”
He opened his mouth, caught his mother’s eye and remembered that he had to suppress the overwhelming urge to overcompensate for a less than perfect childhood and give Jess everything she wanted. “You already have skis.”
“One pair.”
“So? You have one pair of legs.”
“How many pairs of skis did you have when you were racing?”
“Sixty.”
“Sixty?” Jess’s eyes were round. “No wonder you needed Chas.”
His mother shook her head. “I remember days when I couldn’t move around this place for skis. Between your father and you three boys, we could have supplied the whole village.”
The conversation turned to skiing as it so often did, and from skiing it moved on to the business.
“Brenna should have joined us tonight. That girl is working too hard.” Elizabeth O’Neil checked that everyone’s plates were full. “I hate to think of her all alone in that cabin. You should have invited her.”
“I saw you talking to her.” Across the table, Kayla sent him a look. “Did she mention my idea for offering a master class?”
“She might have done.”
“Great. So will you do it?”
“Go easy on him.” Jackson picked up his fork. “He’s agreed to coach the high school ski team. There’s only so much bad news he can take in one day.”
“I invited Brenna,” Tyler said, deliberately switching the subject as he heaped vegetables onto his plate. “She said she had things to do.”
“You should have insisted.” His grandmother passed him a napkin. “She probably wanted to join us but was worried she might be intruding.”
“That’s nonsense.” Walter gave a grunt. “That girl virtually grew up here. Why would she think she’s intruding? You can’t intrude when you’ve known someone for a lifetime.”
“Then why isn’t she here?” Alice picked at the food on her plate. “Are you going to let her use Forest Lodge for the whole season, Jackson?”
“Providing we don’t suddenly have a flood of bookings. And I invited her to join us, too, by the way. She said she was busy.”
Distracted by images of Brenna in a wet, clinging sweater, Tyler turned his attention to his plate. “And if we do have a flood of bookings? You can’t kick her out.”
“No. But we’d have to find somewhere else for her to sleep. Don’t worry. I doubt it will happen.”
Kayla looked at him thoughtfully and then exchanged glances with Élise. “Don’t her parents live in the village? Couldn’t Brenna stay with them in an emergency?”
“No way! She’d hate that,” Jess blurted out. “Her mom is a total neat freak. She wouldn’t let her have a dog or anything, because of the mess.”
Tyler looked up from his food. “She told you that?”
“We talk.” Jess fiddled with the food on her plate. “What? So she doesn’t treat me as if I’m six. Why is this news to everyone?”
“I don’t treat you as if you’re six. And you’re right that Brenna wouldn’t want to live at home.” Brenna’s mother liked everything pristine. Maura Daniels would be out polishing windows while there was a foot of ice on the ground and most other folk were sheltering indoors.
He used to joke with his brothers that she didn’t need a home-security system because her house was surrounded by an impenetrable wall of disapproval.
“She’s not close to her parents.” Tyler wondered if he was the only one who really knew her. “Staying with them would drive her nuts.”
“I bumped into her mother in the store last week,” Elizabeth murmured. “She barely acknowledged me. I swear you’d think we’d known each other three minutes, not thirty years.”
“Cold as fish is Maura Daniels, and the husband’s almost as bad, although living with her, it’s not surprising. She’s frozen enough there are days a person could skate on her without risk of falling through the ice on the surface.” Walter slipped Maple some food under the table. “Don’t know how the pair of them produced someone as warm as Brenna.”
“Is that why she spent all her time over here when she was young?” Jess asked, and Tyler saw his mother exchange looks with his grandmother.
“She was an only child, and I expect she liked the company.” Closing down that line of conversation, Elizabeth started talking about plans for Christmas. “When will you be able to fetch me a tree, Jackson? I want one exactly like the one you found me last year.”
Tyler pushed his chair away from the table and stretched out his legs. “I’m taking a trip into the forest tomorrow to look at one of the trails. I’ll pick one up for you.”
“We need a tree, too.” Jess sat up straighter. “Can I come? Please? I want to help choose it.”
“You’ll be at school.”
“You could wait until I’m home.”
“Then it will be dark, and I’ll risk chopping off vital parts of my anatomy along with the tree.” He saw her expression change from excitement to disappointment. “We’ll go on Saturday, after skiing.
