“Why?”
“There are a lot of reasons.”
Denise didn’t know what to think. Nevada had worked for her brother for six years. As far as she knew, they got along fine. Ethan always talked about what a great job his sister did. But instead of asking, Denise once again waited.
“I never had to do anything to get the job,” Nevada told her. “It was understood I would join the company when I graduated, and I did. I didn’t have to think about what I wanted to do or where I was going to work. Mom, except for summer jobs, I’ve never been on an interview. I want to figure out how good I am.”
“Doesn’t that come from within, rather than from an external source?”
“I’m not talking about self-respect or self-esteem. I mean I want to know how good I am at my job.”
“Your brother thinks you’re great.”
“Does he have a choice? Could Ethan actually fire me?”
“Do you want him to?”
“No. But I do want the chance to prove myself.”
Denise studied her beautiful daughter and thought about how different their lives were. Denise had been nineteen when she’d met Ralph. While she’d been taking classes at Fool’s Gold Community College, she hadn’t had any serious plans for getting a degree.
Within six months, Ralph had proposed and she’d accepted. Her sole work experience had been a series of part-time jobs. Three months later, they’d been married and a couple of months after that, she’d gotten pregnant. She’d had the three boys in just over three years, had waited a couple of years, then gotten pregnant with the triplets. By the time she was Nevada’s age, she had six kids. Working had never been an issue.
The family business had provided enough money for them to live relatively comfortably. They’d bought this house just before the triplets were born and had paid for it in fifteen years. Saving for college for six kids had been a real challenge, but they’d managed.
When Ralph died, she discovered he’d left her a generous life insurance policy that would take care of her for the rest of her life. Ethan had taken over the family business and was bringing it to new heights. Each of the other children got a quarterly check from their share of the business.
Denise’s biggest problem was how to fill her day. After a lifetime of taking care of others, her house seemed empty and sometimes her days did, too. Maybe it was time to explore other options. She could always go back to school—start some kind of career. Whatever she chose would sure be a lot less work than being a stay-at-home mom.
But that was for another day. Right now, Nevada needed advice.
“Have you talked to your brother?” she asked.
“Not yet. I want to make up my mind first. I don’t want to leave him dangling.”
“Do you have another job in mind?” A horrifying thought occurred to Denise, although she was careful not to let her worry show. “Do you think you need to leave Fool’s Gold to prove yourself?”
“For a while I did, but maybe not. There’s a big job starting nearby. You’ve probably read about it in the paper. Janack Construction is building a casino-resort complex northeast of town. I thought I would see what I could do there.”
“Janack. Why is that name familiar?”
“Ethan was friends with Tucker Janack years ago. They were at cycling camp together.”
“Oh, right.” She remembered a skinny, dark-haired boy. His family had been extremely wealthy. Tucker’s father had picked up his son in a private jet. “They do big projects all over the world, don’t they?”
Nevada nodded. “They just finished that huge theme park in Rio. The land here has been held in trust for descendants of the Máa-zib tribe. His mother had Máa-zib blood in her.”
“You’ve done your homework,” Denise said, realizing this wasn’t an idle conversation. Nevada had already made up her mind.
“I think it’s important to know as much as I can about the company. This is going to be a good deal for Fool’s Gold. Part of the construction plans include widening the road into town. We’ll get the benefit of more tourists now that they’ll have an easier way to get here. Despite being on Máa-zib land, the facility will have to pay some local taxes.”
“Mayor Marsha is probably doing the happy dance as we speak.”
Nevada laughed. “I’m sure she is.”
“So you’re going to go to work for them, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to apply. If you’re okay with that.”
Denise took her hand and squeezed. “I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy. You know that, right?”
“I do, Mom.”
“Then be happy. You’re right—Ethan isn’t growing the construction side of the business very much. If you were interested in taking it on, he would be happy to let you. It would be a chance to put your mark on things. But if that isn’t what you want to do, better to get out now. What was it you said? Test yourself.”
Nevada could always go back, Denise thought. Not that she would suggest that. Hinting at failure rarely helped anyone.
“I need to know what I can do,” her daughter told her.
“Then go find out.”
Nevada pulled her hand free, then leaned in and hugged her mother. “You’re the best.”
Denise hugged her back. She’d been blessed with wonderful children. “I know. You six were very lucky that I’m your mother.”
Her daughter laughed. “It’s your modesty we admire most.”
“As you should.”
“There you are!”
They both turned to see Dakota walking around the side of the house, Hannah in her arms.
“I’ve been wandering through the house. I saw your car, Nevada, and couldn’t figure out why neither of you were anywhere. I actually went to the thought of alien abductions. Then I realized you must be in back.”
Denise rose and crossed to her. “Nevada came to help me weed.” She turned her gaze to the baby. Hannah grinned broadly and waved her arms, wanting to get to her grandmother.
“Look at you,” she said, taking the baby and cuddling her. “All pretty and happy. How’s my girl?”
Her granddaughter snuggled close, obviously loving the attention.
Dakota had adopted the six-month-old girl in early June. While the adoption itself wouldn’t be final for a bit longer, the whole family had bonded with Hannah. She was affectionate, curious and growing like crazy.
Dakota plopped on the grass next to her sister. “This grandmother thing is pretty fabulous. I get free advice and a built-in babysitter.”
“It seems to work for Grandma, as well.”
“It does,” Denise said happily, then nuzzled Hannah’s neck. “Let’s go inside. It’s getting warm out here and I don’t want her getting too much sun.”
“Of course you don’t,” Nevada teased. “Meanwhile, we could fall over from heatstroke and that would be fine.”
“Probably not fine,” Denise told her. “I’d be worried. I’d probably turn the hose on you at the very least.”
They went into the kitchen. Nevada got out glasses and plates. Dakota collected the pitcher of iced tea, and cookies from the jar on the counter. In a matter of a minute or so, they were in their familiar places at the big kitchen table.
“How is it having Kent and Reese in the house?” Nevada asked before biting into a homemade chocolate chip cookie.
“Wonderful. This is too much house for me. I like having family around.”
Dakota looked at her. “You’re not thinking of selling, are you?”
“No. All of you live in town, except for Ford. We need the space for our celebrations.” With luck, her youngest son would also move back when he finally left the military.
They talked about what was going on with Ethan and Liz and how Kent had been offered the job teaching math at Fool’s Gold High School.
“Is Montana still seeing that doctor guy?” Nevada asked. “She hasn’t said anything to me when we talk and I don’t want to bring it up.”
“I think so,” Denise answered. “Although I’m not sure what’s going on there. She mentioned she was showing Simon around town as a favor for Mayor Marsha. Do you think it’s more than that?”
Her daughters exchanged a look. “He’s pretty appealing,” Nevada said. “Handsome and scarred. Which I guess makes him both beauty and the beast. Montana seems to be spending a lot of time with him.”
“I suppose the best plan would be to simply ask her,” Denise murmured. “Any volunteers?”
“I’ll do it,” Dakota said. “Finn is up in Alaska, finalizing his sale of his business, so Hannah and I are on our own. We’re going to the Summer Festival tonight. I’m sure Montana will be there. We can talk then.”
“Be sure to tell her we’re not prying. We’re concerned.”
Her daughters laughed.
“It’s a thin line, Mom,” Nevada reminded her.
“But an important one.”
MONTANA LOVED THE QUIRKINESS of her town. Most places held Summer Festivals during the day. Not Fool’s Gold. While the celebration would continue all weekend, it started Friday evening, with live music, dozens of stands selling food, and a fireworks display when it was dark.
She moved through the growing crowd, greeting people she knew. There were a lot of tourists who came every year for the Summer Festival, filling local hotels and motels. Always a good thing. The restaurants would be crowded and there would be too many bikes on the path around the lake, but the residents were used to that. As the various festivals drew mostly families, there were rarely any problems.
She bought a carnitas taco from a stand and ate it standing up, then tasted a couple of types of wine at a different booth. Searching for dessert, she found herself in front of the place that sold elephant ears. Although she usually enjoyed the treat, tonight it made her think of Simon.
Silliness, she told herself. The man was a complication she didn’t need in her life. Not that telling herself that helped.
Even as she ordered an elephant ear, she found herself glancing back toward the main part of town. It would be easy to go to his hotel room on the pretext of inviting him to the festival.
She didn’t for two reasons. First, she wasn’t sure she could act normally around him. Knowing about his past made her even more curious about him. She wanted to talk about it, hear what he’d gone through, learn how he’d figured out how to be so strong. The second reason she didn’t go to his room was because she wasn’t that interested in bringing him to the festival. And she’d never once gone uninvited to a man’s bed.
Wanting to be with him that way wasn’t new, but the feeling was more intense. She knew she was reacting emotionally to new information. But from his perspective, nothing had changed. That made her vulnerable. She wasn’t sure that was particularly safe for her.
After finishing her elephant ear, she walked around, looking at the different booths. There were people selling everything from handmade jewelry to CDs. A guy offered samples of local wild honey. A woman in a turban told fortunes. One band replaced another and the music continued.
Around eight, she ran into her sister. Dakota had Hannah in a stroller. The little girl grinned with excitement and waved at everyone she saw.
“Having fun?” Montana asked.
“Sure. This is one of my favorite festivals.”
“Is Finn still in Alaska?”
“Yes. He comes back tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him.”
“I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.”
Dakota grinned. “That’s what he tells me. I have to say, I really like that quality in a man.”
“I would, too.”
They started walking together. Their progress was slow, as most of the residents of the town knew them and Hannah, and wanted to stop and talk about how the little girl was doing.
“Do you think we got this much attention when we were her age?” Montana asked as Eddie Carberry, Josh Golden’s seventy-something assistant, paused to play “where’s the baby” with Hannah.
“We were triplets in a small town,” Dakota said with a laugh. “We probably got a parade.”
“I wish I could remember it.”
“You could try past regression therapy.”
Montana shook her head. “I’m not that interested, but thanks.”
“Anytime. So what’s new?”
One of the advantages of being a triplet was understanding how the others thought. To anyone else, the question would have been casual. Practically a throwaway. But Montana knew better. “What’s up?”
Dakota widened her eyes. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
Montana moved her off the path and onto the grass where there were less people. “You want to talk about something specific. I can tell. What is it?”
Dakota drew in a breath. “There is some concern about what’s happening with Simon.”
Montana wasn’t even surprised. “Did you volunteer or lose the bet?”
“I offered to talk to you.”
Which was just like her family. Love came with worry and snooping. “There’s not much to say. I’m trying to convince him to stay because Mayor Marsha asked me to.”
“We know that part. But what about the rest of it?” Dakota studied her. “He’s an intriguing man.”
“Don’t let Finn hear you say that.”
“I’m not the one in love with Simon.”
“There are a lot of reasons.”
Denise didn’t know what to think. Nevada had worked for her brother for six years. As far as she knew, they got along fine. Ethan always talked about what a great job his sister did. But instead of asking, Denise once again waited.
“I never had to do anything to get the job,” Nevada told her. “It was understood I would join the company when I graduated, and I did. I didn’t have to think about what I wanted to do or where I was going to work. Mom, except for summer jobs, I’ve never been on an interview. I want to figure out how good I am.”
“Doesn’t that come from within, rather than from an external source?”
“I’m not talking about self-respect or self-esteem. I mean I want to know how good I am at my job.”
“Your brother thinks you’re great.”
“Does he have a choice? Could Ethan actually fire me?”
“Do you want him to?”
“No. But I do want the chance to prove myself.”
Denise studied her beautiful daughter and thought about how different their lives were. Denise had been nineteen when she’d met Ralph. While she’d been taking classes at Fool’s Gold Community College, she hadn’t had any serious plans for getting a degree.
Within six months, Ralph had proposed and she’d accepted. Her sole work experience had been a series of part-time jobs. Three months later, they’d been married and a couple of months after that, she’d gotten pregnant. She’d had the three boys in just over three years, had waited a couple of years, then gotten pregnant with the triplets. By the time she was Nevada’s age, she had six kids. Working had never been an issue.
The family business had provided enough money for them to live relatively comfortably. They’d bought this house just before the triplets were born and had paid for it in fifteen years. Saving for college for six kids had been a real challenge, but they’d managed.
When Ralph died, she discovered he’d left her a generous life insurance policy that would take care of her for the rest of her life. Ethan had taken over the family business and was bringing it to new heights. Each of the other children got a quarterly check from their share of the business.
Denise’s biggest problem was how to fill her day. After a lifetime of taking care of others, her house seemed empty and sometimes her days did, too. Maybe it was time to explore other options. She could always go back to school—start some kind of career. Whatever she chose would sure be a lot less work than being a stay-at-home mom.
But that was for another day. Right now, Nevada needed advice.
“Have you talked to your brother?” she asked.
“Not yet. I want to make up my mind first. I don’t want to leave him dangling.”
“Do you have another job in mind?” A horrifying thought occurred to Denise, although she was careful not to let her worry show. “Do you think you need to leave Fool’s Gold to prove yourself?”
“For a while I did, but maybe not. There’s a big job starting nearby. You’ve probably read about it in the paper. Janack Construction is building a casino-resort complex northeast of town. I thought I would see what I could do there.”
“Janack. Why is that name familiar?”
“Ethan was friends with Tucker Janack years ago. They were at cycling camp together.”
“Oh, right.” She remembered a skinny, dark-haired boy. His family had been extremely wealthy. Tucker’s father had picked up his son in a private jet. “They do big projects all over the world, don’t they?”
Nevada nodded. “They just finished that huge theme park in Rio. The land here has been held in trust for descendants of the Máa-zib tribe. His mother had Máa-zib blood in her.”
“You’ve done your homework,” Denise said, realizing this wasn’t an idle conversation. Nevada had already made up her mind.
“I think it’s important to know as much as I can about the company. This is going to be a good deal for Fool’s Gold. Part of the construction plans include widening the road into town. We’ll get the benefit of more tourists now that they’ll have an easier way to get here. Despite being on Máa-zib land, the facility will have to pay some local taxes.”
“Mayor Marsha is probably doing the happy dance as we speak.”
Nevada laughed. “I’m sure she is.”
“So you’re going to go to work for them, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to apply. If you’re okay with that.”
Denise took her hand and squeezed. “I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy. You know that, right?”
“I do, Mom.”
“Then be happy. You’re right—Ethan isn’t growing the construction side of the business very much. If you were interested in taking it on, he would be happy to let you. It would be a chance to put your mark on things. But if that isn’t what you want to do, better to get out now. What was it you said? Test yourself.”
Nevada could always go back, Denise thought. Not that she would suggest that. Hinting at failure rarely helped anyone.
“I need to know what I can do,” her daughter told her.
“Then go find out.”
Nevada pulled her hand free, then leaned in and hugged her mother. “You’re the best.”
Denise hugged her back. She’d been blessed with wonderful children. “I know. You six were very lucky that I’m your mother.”
Her daughter laughed. “It’s your modesty we admire most.”
“As you should.”
“There you are!”
They both turned to see Dakota walking around the side of the house, Hannah in her arms.
“I’ve been wandering through the house. I saw your car, Nevada, and couldn’t figure out why neither of you were anywhere. I actually went to the thought of alien abductions. Then I realized you must be in back.”
Denise rose and crossed to her. “Nevada came to help me weed.” She turned her gaze to the baby. Hannah grinned broadly and waved her arms, wanting to get to her grandmother.
“Look at you,” she said, taking the baby and cuddling her. “All pretty and happy. How’s my girl?”
Her granddaughter snuggled close, obviously loving the attention.
Dakota had adopted the six-month-old girl in early June. While the adoption itself wouldn’t be final for a bit longer, the whole family had bonded with Hannah. She was affectionate, curious and growing like crazy.
Dakota plopped on the grass next to her sister. “This grandmother thing is pretty fabulous. I get free advice and a built-in babysitter.”
“It seems to work for Grandma, as well.”
“It does,” Denise said happily, then nuzzled Hannah’s neck. “Let’s go inside. It’s getting warm out here and I don’t want her getting too much sun.”
“Of course you don’t,” Nevada teased. “Meanwhile, we could fall over from heatstroke and that would be fine.”
“Probably not fine,” Denise told her. “I’d be worried. I’d probably turn the hose on you at the very least.”
They went into the kitchen. Nevada got out glasses and plates. Dakota collected the pitcher of iced tea, and cookies from the jar on the counter. In a matter of a minute or so, they were in their familiar places at the big kitchen table.
“How is it having Kent and Reese in the house?” Nevada asked before biting into a homemade chocolate chip cookie.
“Wonderful. This is too much house for me. I like having family around.”
Dakota looked at her. “You’re not thinking of selling, are you?”
“No. All of you live in town, except for Ford. We need the space for our celebrations.” With luck, her youngest son would also move back when he finally left the military.
They talked about what was going on with Ethan and Liz and how Kent had been offered the job teaching math at Fool’s Gold High School.
“Is Montana still seeing that doctor guy?” Nevada asked. “She hasn’t said anything to me when we talk and I don’t want to bring it up.”
“I think so,” Denise answered. “Although I’m not sure what’s going on there. She mentioned she was showing Simon around town as a favor for Mayor Marsha. Do you think it’s more than that?”
Her daughters exchanged a look. “He’s pretty appealing,” Nevada said. “Handsome and scarred. Which I guess makes him both beauty and the beast. Montana seems to be spending a lot of time with him.”
“I suppose the best plan would be to simply ask her,” Denise murmured. “Any volunteers?”
“I’ll do it,” Dakota said. “Finn is up in Alaska, finalizing his sale of his business, so Hannah and I are on our own. We’re going to the Summer Festival tonight. I’m sure Montana will be there. We can talk then.”
“Be sure to tell her we’re not prying. We’re concerned.”
Her daughters laughed.
“It’s a thin line, Mom,” Nevada reminded her.
“But an important one.”
MONTANA LOVED THE QUIRKINESS of her town. Most places held Summer Festivals during the day. Not Fool’s Gold. While the celebration would continue all weekend, it started Friday evening, with live music, dozens of stands selling food, and a fireworks display when it was dark.
She moved through the growing crowd, greeting people she knew. There were a lot of tourists who came every year for the Summer Festival, filling local hotels and motels. Always a good thing. The restaurants would be crowded and there would be too many bikes on the path around the lake, but the residents were used to that. As the various festivals drew mostly families, there were rarely any problems.
She bought a carnitas taco from a stand and ate it standing up, then tasted a couple of types of wine at a different booth. Searching for dessert, she found herself in front of the place that sold elephant ears. Although she usually enjoyed the treat, tonight it made her think of Simon.
Silliness, she told herself. The man was a complication she didn’t need in her life. Not that telling herself that helped.
Even as she ordered an elephant ear, she found herself glancing back toward the main part of town. It would be easy to go to his hotel room on the pretext of inviting him to the festival.
She didn’t for two reasons. First, she wasn’t sure she could act normally around him. Knowing about his past made her even more curious about him. She wanted to talk about it, hear what he’d gone through, learn how he’d figured out how to be so strong. The second reason she didn’t go to his room was because she wasn’t that interested in bringing him to the festival. And she’d never once gone uninvited to a man’s bed.
Wanting to be with him that way wasn’t new, but the feeling was more intense. She knew she was reacting emotionally to new information. But from his perspective, nothing had changed. That made her vulnerable. She wasn’t sure that was particularly safe for her.
After finishing her elephant ear, she walked around, looking at the different booths. There were people selling everything from handmade jewelry to CDs. A guy offered samples of local wild honey. A woman in a turban told fortunes. One band replaced another and the music continued.
Around eight, she ran into her sister. Dakota had Hannah in a stroller. The little girl grinned with excitement and waved at everyone she saw.
“Having fun?” Montana asked.
“Sure. This is one of my favorite festivals.”
“Is Finn still in Alaska?”
“Yes. He comes back tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him.”
“I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.”
Dakota grinned. “That’s what he tells me. I have to say, I really like that quality in a man.”
“I would, too.”
They started walking together. Their progress was slow, as most of the residents of the town knew them and Hannah, and wanted to stop and talk about how the little girl was doing.
“Do you think we got this much attention when we were her age?” Montana asked as Eddie Carberry, Josh Golden’s seventy-something assistant, paused to play “where’s the baby” with Hannah.
“We were triplets in a small town,” Dakota said with a laugh. “We probably got a parade.”
“I wish I could remember it.”
“You could try past regression therapy.”
Montana shook her head. “I’m not that interested, but thanks.”
“Anytime. So what’s new?”
One of the advantages of being a triplet was understanding how the others thought. To anyone else, the question would have been casual. Practically a throwaway. But Montana knew better. “What’s up?”
Dakota widened her eyes. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
Montana moved her off the path and onto the grass where there were less people. “You want to talk about something specific. I can tell. What is it?”
Dakota drew in a breath. “There is some concern about what’s happening with Simon.”
Montana wasn’t even surprised. “Did you volunteer or lose the bet?”
“I offered to talk to you.”
Which was just like her family. Love came with worry and snooping. “There’s not much to say. I’m trying to convince him to stay because Mayor Marsha asked me to.”
“We know that part. But what about the rest of it?” Dakota studied her. “He’s an intriguing man.”
“Don’t let Finn hear you say that.”
“I’m not the one in love with Simon.”
