for her injuries. It angered him, remembering that.
He got in beside her, glancing sideways to make sure her seat belt was fastened before he put his on.
“Is there a big crowd there?” she asked, to make conversation.
“Five couples,” he said. “We’ll make six.”
“Pam didn’t say she’d invited you,” she said after a minute.
His chiseled lips pursed. “Same here.”
She drew in a long breath.
“She and Cindy, from the café, are friends,” he mused as he pulled out onto the highway.
Which made things very clear. Cindy had told Pam about Jake taking Ida home and coming back to get her car. The two women sensed a romance and Pam was acting to help things along.
“Oh, dear,” Ida said worriedly, and her long-fingered hands with their red fingernails crushed her small purse.
“Gossip only works if you let it,” he said.
“So they say.”
He glanced at her as they stopped at a traffic light. He could see the faint flush in her cheeks. It amused him, but he didn’t let her see it.
“How’s your mare?” he asked, unwillingly reminded of the handsome cowboy she’d hired.
“Gold? We had to get the vet. Somebody left deep lacerations all over her hindquarters, on both flanks,” she said, her voice tinged with remembered outrage.
“How the hell did that happen? Did she take a fall?”
She bit her lower lip. “We’re not sure what happened.”
He gave her a long sideways look before he turned onto the road to Pam’s house. “Not sure.”
“I can’t talk about it,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
His heart jumped. She was saying something without voicing it, and he knew it. Someone had hurt the horse. Who? Why? He was eaten up with questions and she sat there like the Sphinx, saying nothing, giving away nothing.
He pulled up in front of Pam’s house. The driveway had been cleared of snow, so Ida walked in under her own power, with Jake just behind her after he parked the car in front of the house.
“Welcome!” Pam exclaimed, hugging Ida and Jake. “I’m so glad you could both come. We have a lovely dinner. Cook’s been in the kitchen all day.”
“I’m starved,” Jake drawled. “Well, starved of home cooking, for sure. All I can make are scrambled eggs and toast.”
“Don’t you have a cook?” Pam exclaimed.
“I haven’t been in town long enough to hire one, actually,” he confessed. “I’ve been in Australia, helping Rogan assess the damage and deal with the fires. Rain would be damned welcome, I’ll tell you that.”
“We all heard about the fires,” Pam said as she led the way to the elegant dining room. “Such a tragedy. So many animals lost.”
“So many arsonists caught,” Jake replied. “I hope they lock them up forever.”
“So do I,” Ida said quietly.
He glanced at her covertly, remembering her old cat and the damaged mare. She loved animals.
“Come on to the dining room. We’re starting a little early, but I have a surprise for later,” Pam said with a covert and amused glance that Ida didn’t see.
“I love surprises,” Jake teased.
Pam laughed softly. ‘You’ll really love this one. I promise.”
Dinner was a delicately prepared chicken-and-shrimp carbonara with a crème brûlée for dessert.
“It was delicious,” Ida told her hostess with a warm smile.
The other couples echoed the sentiment. Two husbands were openly staring at Ida while their wives, a little less attractive than Jake’s dinner partner, glared.
Ida ground her teeth together. Pam noticed where she was looking and announced that they would all retire to the living room while the cook cleared away the dinner plates. She added that coffee would be forthcoming for any who wanted it.
* * *
JAKE WAS LESS than friendly as he stared at Ida covertly, noting the husbands who were almost falling over each other in an attempt to sit beside her.
He took Ida’s arm and, to the husbands’ irritation, moved her to a couple of upholstered chairs near the sofa, all the furniture facing an enormous, polished grand piano on a platform. The piano was obviously the centerpiece of the room. Everyone knew that Pam had been taking lessons.
Jake sat down beside her.
“Thanks,” she said under her breath.
He glanced at her and scowled. Her hands in her lap were shaking. Her face was pale, her posture stiff and reserved. His mind went back to the orthopedic surgeon Ida was seeing, the massive amount of anti-inflammatories she was taking. Something had happened to her. Something traumatic.
Without voluntary effort, his big hand slid over one of hers, finding it cold. His hand closed around her fingers, shocking her into looking