Jake raised his eyebrows. “What?”
“Nothing.”
They both observed a polite silence while they thought about the nothing, Jake picking up another apple from her bag. After a while, he changed the subject. “So what’re you doing tonight after you’ve finished off Allingham?”
“I’m going to Nancy ’s. She’s going to teach me to bartend.”
“Good.” Jake bit off another chunk of apple. “I think it’s important for a woman to have a career.”
“That’s real liberated of you, Jake.”
“Yeah. I’m a nineties kind of guy.” He looked up at the sun and sighed. “Time to go back in.” He sat up, took the last bite of apple and threw the core in the lake, and stowed the cooler away so he could row. “Tell you what. Come on back to the pool table when you’re done with Nancy, and I’ll teach you to shoot pool like a real hustler.”
“All right,” Kate said, surprised. “I’ve never played pool.”
“Good. We’ll play for money.”
Jake put the poles in the boat and untied the line from the tree. As he reached for the oars, he asked, “How come I always have to row?”
“ ‘Cause I’m a fifties kind of gal,” Kate said, and tipped her hat down over her face.
When Kate looked back on that afternoon with Eric Allingham, there was a certain inevitability to the whole thing, as if she was caught up by forces beyond her control.
Eric was tall, distinguished, discerning, successful, honest, kind, considerate, clean, brave, and reverent. He was also a little boring, but Kate stomped on the part of her that noticed that. He was a good man. That should be enough. He was patient with her and gentle with the horses. Under his tutelage, she found herself in the saddle of a sleepy mare, clutching the reins with much less fear than she would have been if he hadn’t been beside her.
“This is very nice of you,” she said to him.
“My pleasure,” he told her and he really seemed to mean it.
This is a very nice man, she thought. At last, my plan is working.
Then the mare kicked him in the knee, and he went down without a sound.
“Whatever you do,” she told Will when he brought the doctor, “don’t tell Jake.”
All afternoon, Jake felt vaguely uneasy about Kate’s date with Eric Allingham. He couldn’t figure out why. Allingham was a very nice guy. After the string of losers Kate had been out with, Allingham would be a pleasant surprise. He might even be the key to her stupid plan. For some reason, that thought did not cheer him.
The sight of the rescue squad turning down the lane toward the stables did, though. Of course, the squad could be going down there for somebody else, he reasoned, but if he knew Kate, Allingham was in need of medical attention.
And, he thought complacently, I know Kate.
After an afternoon in the emergency ward, Kate tried to forget about Eric and concentrate instead on getting ready to be a barmaid. It had seemed like a wonderful idea the night before, but eighteen hours later, without the lubricating power of beer, she felt uneasy.
The phone rang and she picked it up.
“Hello?”
“So are you engaged yet?”
“Jessie, it’s Tuesday. I’ve only been here four days. I am not engaged yet. Don’t you have anything better to do than call for hourly updates?”
“No,” Jessie said. “What’s up? How were the new guys?”
“The new guys?” Kate started to laugh. “Not good.” Then she remembered Eric and stopped laughing. “Not good at all.”
“Did you kill another one?”
“Stop it. You sound just like Jake.”
“Oh, yeah, Jake. How’s old Jake?”
“Obnoxious. How did the Dershowitzes like their cake?”
“They loved it. So tell me about Jake.”
“Why?” Kate stretched out on the bed and prepared to humor Jessie.
“Because I think he sounds interesting,” Jessie said.
“Well, he’s not. But I am. You’d be very proud of some of the things I’ve done.”
“Like what?” Jessie said skeptically.
“Well, I’m saving a bar.”
“Oh, good,” Jessie said. “We need more of those.”
“No, this is a little neighborhood bar. One owner, with mortgages. You’d like her. Her name’s Nancy.”
“Just like the good old days,” Jessie said and Kate could tell from her voice that she was pleased. “So you’re doing a business plan, right?”
“Right. I knew you’d be happy.”
“Why don’t you date the banker who holds the mortgages?” Jessie suggested. “Then when you’ve got him on his knees pleading for his life, you could bargain for the papers.”
“There is no banker,” Kate said.
Jessie waited, and when Kate didn’t say anything, she said, “So who does have the mortgages? Come on, spill it.”
“Jake,” Kate said.
“Jake?” Jessie sounded confused. “A handyman-banker?”
“He’s not exactly a handyman,” Kate said. “Anyway, I’m going back to Nancy ’s tonight and pick up the books, and then she’s going to teach me to be a barmaid.”
“A barmaid.” Jessie started to laugh. “That’s terrific. A real career for a change.”
“I think it will be fun,” Kate protested.
“Good,” Jessie said. “I can’t remember the last time you did something just for fun. Everything with you is business.”
“Not everything,” Kate said. “I went skinny-dipping this morning.”
“You’re kidding.” Jessie sounded impressed. “Totally nude?”
“Totally. It was lovely.”
“Where’d you find a private place down there? I figured every square inch would be crawling with guests.”
“There’s a little lake that’s very secluded,” Kate said. “And I got up very early.”
“So you were all alone,” Jessie said dreamily. “I may come down there yet.” When Kate didn’t say anything, she added, “You were all alone?”
“Well, in the beginning,” Kate said, hating where the conversation was going. “So what cake are you working on now?”
“What do you mean, ‘in the beginning’?”
“Nothing. You are working on a cake, right?”
“Right. A wedding. So what happened?”
“Nothing happened. Whose wedding?”
“Kate.”
Kate sighed. “I stayed out too long. Jake was on the shore when I came in.”
Jessie started to laugh. “I have got to meet Jake. So how did you get out of it? No, wait, wait. I know. You made him turn his back, and he did because he’s a gentleman.”
“No, I didn’t,” Kate said, stung. “I just walked out of the lake, put on my shift, and went back to the cabin.”
“You let some guy see you in the nude?” Jessie shrieked.
“Well, it’s not as if no man had ever seen me naked before,” Kate said.
“Full frontal nudity in broad daylight with a complete stranger?”
“Jessie, it was just Jake.”
“Just Jake.” Jessie was silent for a minute. “Did he say anything?”
“Yes,” Kate said. “He said that I’d improved his morning. Now tell me about the cake.”
Jessie started to laugh again. “How are you ever going to face this guy again?”
“I spent the rest of the morning on the lake with him,” Kate said. “He’s teaching me to play pool tonight. He’s just a friend. That’s all. Not part of the plan. But speaking of the plan, I went horseback riding with a very nice man this afternoon who may be perfect.”
“You were on a horse?”
“Certainly,” Kate said. “Eric showed me how. He was very patient.”
“You went horseback riding?”
“Well, not exactly.” When Jessie didn’t say anything, Kate sighed and went on. “The horse kicked him in the knee, so we had to go to the emergency room-” She stopped because Jessie was laughing again. “Stop it. He was a wonderful man.”
“Well, he’s not dead, just lame,” Jessie said. “Tell me more about Jake.”
“I’m not interested in Jake,” Kate said.
“Well, I might be,” Jessie said. “He sounds great. How old is he?”