Jane Toombs - Her Mysterious Houseguest

Rachel tensed at Mikel’s question. “I shouldn’t have let that happen,” she finally said.

“Why? You enjoyed it as much as I did.”

She looked at him. “My reasons are my own. And private. There won’t be another such…occurrence.”

“Oh, won’t there?” Mikel growled. And he pulled her to him, his mouth coming down hard on hers.

Rachel’s first impulse to thrust him away vanished as heat rose in her to answer the passion in his kiss. Why did it have to be this man, of all men, who evoked such a deep, yearning need she didn’t dare satisfy?

If only this kiss could last forever. If only she had no past. If only things were different and there was a chance that Mikel…

But Rachel had used up all her “if onlys” long ago.

Dear Reader,

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To Bror and Evy and their black barn

was born in California, raised in the upper peninsula of Michigan and has moved from New York to Nevada as a result of falling in love with the state and a Nevadan. Jane has five children, two stepchildren and seven grandchildren. Her interests include gardening, reading and knitting.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

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Though not heavy, the cold, persistent rain hadn’t let up since he’d crossed the Mackinac Bridge, entering Michigan’s Upper Peninsula from the lower one. Mikel Starzov grimaced. Great way to spend his two-month vacation—in the rain. And in the wilderness, besides, since towns had proved to be small and far between. Having been raised in and around New York City, he felt more at home in people places rather than places surrounded by trees.

Not that he regretted the promise he’d made to his colleague, Henderson, on his wedding day. He’d find Steve’s bride’s missing sister, just as he’d told both Victoria and Steve he would. He might not have expected the search to lead him into such a desolate area, but he meant to live up to his nickname at headquarters, where they called him “Nemesis” because he’d never failed to track down his quarry. This time would be no exception.

The picture he had of Renee Reynaud at thirteen showed a wiry, thin-faced, undeveloped girl with bright red hair, wary amber eyes and freckles. He’d had the computer expert at headquarters make him a composite of what she might look like now, fourteen years later, but the guy had cautioned him about possible variations since puberty tended to bring about impossible-to-predict changes.

If she was still alive, that is. Always a possibility she wasn’t. His hunch, though, told him she was still walking the earth. His hunches made him uneasy because he felt following them wasn’t professional. And, by damn, a special government agent needed to stay professional at all costs. Still, he and Steve both had survived a couple of times only because he’d paid attention to a hunch.

At the moment he’d better pay attention to where he was. The sign coming up read Ojibway, the village he was looking for. By the time he reached the town, the rain had diminished to a fine mist. Pulling into the first gas station he came to, he filled the tank before asking directions. Buy something and it makes people less suspicious of questions, he thought.

“Aino Saari’s?” the man at the inside counter repeated. “That’s easy. Just go down this here street till you come to the bridge on your left. Cross over the river and go a couple miles. Keep looking for a black barn to the left. Old Aino’s a joker. Some guy told him no farmer ever painted a barn black and so Aino goes and paints his black as the inside of a cow. Well, you find that barn and there you are.”

As he drove on, Mikel realized he’d actually never seen a black barn before, not anywhere he’d been. Saari’s would be a first. And, he hoped, the end of his search.

At the same time as the blue pickup ahead of him signaled for a left turn, he spotted the landmark barn and turned into the private driveway behind the pickup, stopping a short distance behind the truck. He watched the driver, an older man, open the door and climb down, coming alert when he saw the man stagger and clutch at the side of the truck. Drunk? Or in trouble? Not waiting to find out, Mikel leaped from his car and hurried to the pickup.

“Are you okay, sir?” he asked when he reached the gray-haired man, whose cap had fallen onto the wet ground.

“Can’t make my legs work right,” the man gasped.

Mikel slung his arm around the guy’s shoulders, close enough now to smell alcohol if liquor was the cause of the problem. When he didn’t detect that telltale odor, and the man slumped against him, he decided this was an emergency situation. “Think you can make it to my car?” he asked. “I’ll get you to a hospital.”

As he half carried the man to the nondescript older car he was driving, a dark-haired woman rushed out of the nearby house, crying, “Aino, what’s wrong?”

“Help me get him into my car,” Mikel ordered when she came close. “He needs a doctor.”

She obeyed without any fuss, and once they eased Aino into the back seat, she got in beside him. “I need directions,” Mikel told her as he slid behind the wheel. “You do have a hospital in Ojibway, I hope.”

She nodded. “Go right onto the highway, back to town. I’ll tell you where to turn when we get there.”

While they sped into Ojibway, he heard her murmuring to Aino as she supported his head on her shoulder. When they reached the hospital, Mikel jumped out and hurried into the emergency entrance. Moments later he followed a gurney out to the car and helped the male paramedic extract Aino from the back seat and onto the gurney. Once inside the hospital again, he was relegated to the tiny waiting room while Aino was wheeled off and the young woman steered to a desk to answer questions and sign forms. After a time she joined Mikel in the waiting room.

“They won’t let me be with him,” she said, her voice breaking.

“Tests to run,” he told her, feeling inadequate. His impulse was to put his arms around her for comfort, but now that he had time to notice, she was not only young, but a striking brunette who very likely would misinterpret such a gesture from a stranger.

Blinking back tears, she focused on him. “Thank God you were there to help,” she said. “I’m Rachel Hill, Aino’s cousin. Oh, I do hope he’s going to be all right.”

“I hope so, too.” Mikel meant every word. The old man might be his only chance to pick up Renee’s trail. “My name’s Mikel Starzov, by the way.”

“You were coming to see Aino?”

He nodded, then added, “Actually I wanted to talk to him about his son Leo.” He knew it was always good to toss out a bit of info on the chance of picking up something useful. If she was a relative of Aino’s, she must have been acquainted with Leo.

“Leo’s been dead for seven years,” she said.

“I realize that. Did you know him?”

“Yes.” She clenched her hands together. “Do you think if I asked they’d tell me how Aino’s doing? I’m so worried about him.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Mikel managed to catch the attention of a nurse hurrying past.

“Aino Saari?” she said in response to Mikel’s inquiry. “Doctor thinks he’s suffered a cerebral vascular accident. We’ll know more when the tests are done.”

“How is he?” Rachel’s voice was ragged.

The nurse touched her arm. “He’s holding his own. We’ll let you see him as soon as possible. I know it’s hard to wait.” With that she left them.

Watching Rachel’s face start to crumple, Mikel decided that now that she knew his name he no longer qualified as a complete stranger and she really did need comfort. He put his arm around her shoulders and led her back to the waiting room. There she leaned against him, crying, and he held her gently, aware she wasn’t really aware of him as anything but a fellow human who wanted to help.

Which he was, at least for the moment. He truly wanted to offer what comfort he could to Rachel Hill, the questions could wait. He had to admit, though, he couldn’t help being very much aware that she was an attractive young woman who fit perfectly into his arms.

After a few moments, she pulled away. “Eva,” she said in a choked voice, fumbling for a tissue.

Mikel came to attention. “Eva?” he repeated, knowing that was the name of Leo’s daughter.

Rachel wiped her eyes. “Aino’s granddaughter. She’s in Finland visiting relatives. I should call her, but…”

“You think it might be better to wait until you know more.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t you?”

He could hardly say he’d prefer to have Eva return as soon as possible so he could talk to her about her father and the missing Renee. “Surely they’ll let you see Aino soon,” he temporized.