Moorehouse Legacy: Beauty and the Black Sheep Part 19

And screamed at the water.

Nate saw Frankie come cras.h.i.+ng through the kitchen and he immediately dropped what he was working on and went after her. She was running as if chased, and when she got to the end of the dock, she pitched her body forward and let out a roar of pain.He reached out for her. "Frankie!"

She spun around, eyes wide with horror, tears streaking down her red, contorted face. "Alex is dead. My brother is gone."

Nate squeezed his eyes shut and crushed her against his chest.

As he wrapped his arms around her body, she fell apart, sobs wracking her shoulders until he thought her spine would snap. The sounds coming out of her were like that of an animal.

When he glanced up and saw Joy slowly coming down the lawn, looking worried, he pulled away slightly.

"Your sister," he said softly in Frankie's ear.

Frankie pulled back, wiped her eyes with hands that trembled, and sniffled. He gave her the dish towel he carried in his back pocket while he worked.

"Frankie?" Joy's voice barely carried.

"I'll leave you two," Nate whispered.

Frankie gripped his hand. "No, stay."

"What's happened?" Joy asked.

"Alex-" Frankie's voice cracked. "Alex."

Joy's face collapsed, her mouth, her eyes, the bones in her cheeks sagging. And yet her voice was strong when she spoke. "Is he missing or dead?"

"Missing. But-"

"So there's a chance."

"His boat capsized. In a hurricane."

"And if anyone could survive that, it would be Alex." Joy lifted her chin. "I'm not mourning him until they find his body."

Joy turned around and headed back for the house. Her hands were wrapped around her slender body, her strawberry blond hair lifted by the wind.

Nate looked at Frankie. "She's strong."

"Stronger than I am right now." She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes grim as they leveled on the lake. "I can't bear to lose him, too. G.o.d, why the h.e.l.l is water so hungry for my family?"

Nate put an arm around her. He wanted to tell her that it would be okay and they would find her brother. But no one except the good Lord could know what the outcome was going to be. "You want to close the dining room tonight?"

Her chest expanded as she drew a deep breath. "No. We need the money."

Eventually, they went back to the house and Frankie stayed in her office. When the kitchen was closed down, Nate went to her. She was staring out the window, one hand on the top of the desk, right next to the phone.

"Did we do well tonight?" she asked dully.

"Yeah."

"Good." She finally looked at him. "I tried to talk to Joy, but she won't listen."

Nate went around the desk and knelt down in front of her, putting his hands on her knees. "You want to go upstairs?"

When she shook her head, he sat on the floor at her feet and leaned back against the bookcases.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm not leaving you."

"I'm going to be here all night."

"Then so am I."

She was silent a long time.

"This feels just like the night my parents died. The waiting. The sensation of time pa.s.sing slowly, the hours stretching out as far as I can see. But at least I didn't cause this."

Nate frowned. "You didn't cause your parents' deaths either."

"That's not true. I killed my mother."

Frankie heard Nate's shocked breath and glanced at him. His big body was folded up on the floor, his capable hands resting on his knees. His face was filled with disbelief and sympathy.She was so grateful for his presence because she wanted to talk. And for the first time in a decade, she let herself.

"When business at White Caps gradually decreased, my father took up refurbis.h.i.+ng old sailboats. He'd always loved working with his hands. Alex used to help him. They did it in the barn out back. On the afternoon, my parents-" she couldn't say the word died so she kept going "-my father just finished one and had put it in the water to take it out for a test run. A storm blew up from the north. The bad weather came on fast and hard. It does that around here in the spring." She took a deep breath. "We found out later that the mast had snapped because it hadn't been reinforced properly. Evidently, he'd been struck on the head and swept into the lake."

Nate made a compa.s.sionate noise in the back of his throat.

"Did I tell you that I got into Middlebury on a swimming scholars.h.i.+p?" she said, afraid that if she stopped, she'd lose her courage. "I was a fantastic swimmer. All State. I could swim for miles and miles and Dad said that I took after him. That afternoon, I remember looking at the waves and thinking they were high, but not high enough to drown him. Not him. Not the man who could swim for fifty yards under water. I remember thinking that if the boat had gone over, he was swimming through those waves. To an island, to the sh.o.r.e. Towards home. Back to us."

She glanced out to the lake. "My mother and I waited for him to come back for at least an hour. There was more bad weather on the way so she called the sheriff's patrol, but they couldn't go after my Dad. They were busy rescuing a Boy Scout canoeing trip from the storm. So she headed for my father's fis.h.i.+ng boat. It was just a tin can with an outboard motor on it. She told me to stay behind to watch Joy."

Frankie felt dizzy as she remembered the last time she'd seen her mother's face. Those lovely, kind eyes had been full of fear as she'd headed out into the lake, but she'd been bound and determined to get her husband.

"My mother couldn't swim. I knew she couldn't swim and I let her go out in a storm, in an unsafe little boat, with only a couple of flotation cus.h.i.+ons. There was no life preserver. How much time would it have taken for me to run and get her a PFD from the house? We had them for the guests. G.o.d, I should have made her wait, I should have-" She could feel the hysteria rising in her chest.

"Frankie-"

She knew by the tone of his voice he was going to tell her it wasn't her fault and she cut him off. "Don't. Just don't. I grew up on this lake. I knew how it behaved. It was utterly irresponsible of me to let her go."

"But did it ever occur to you that you were not the parent?" Nate said gently. "That your mother was protecting her child by making you stay?"

Frankie closed her eyes. "All I know is that if I had gone, she'd be alive today. And Joy would have at least had a mother."

"You're putting a lot of responsibility on yourself."

"Who else can I put it on? When my mother took off, there was no one on that dock but me. Joy was in her room, scared to death. Alex wasn't home. I let my mother go." She shook her head. "I've replayed that moment when she went into that storm over and over again."

She dragged air into her lungs.

"I dream about that moment even now. Sometimes I'm the hero and I save them both. Sometimes she comes back with him. Most of the time, I'm just in the storm, waiting. Searching the rain." She looked down at him. "Kind of like right now."

Nate made a move to come forward, but she put her hands out. "If you hug me right now, I'm going to cry."

"So cry. I don't care." His arms were so good as they went around her. "Just don't ask me not to hold you."

An alarm was going off.Frankie s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably. Her neck was stiff, her back was sore- She flipped open her eyes.

She and Nate had slept on the floor of her office. And that wasn't an alarm, it was the phone.

She scrambled up to the desk and grabbed the receiver in the dark, thinking it must be two in the morning. "h.e.l.lo?"

"Frances Moorehouse?"

Her throat tightened to the point of cutting off her air supply. She couldn't even respond.

"This is Commander Montgomery. Your brother's been found. He's injured and being treated at the local hospital for several broken bones. But he's alive and we're going to fly him home to you in forty-eight hours."

She clasped her hand over her mouth, tears starting to roll. Somehow, the commander ended the call and she replaced the receiver without dropping it. She launched herself into Nate's arms.

"He's alive. He's alive. He's alive...."

The following afternoon, Frankie finally got to talk with Alex. He was groggy from pain medication, but his hoa.r.s.e voice was the sweetest thing she'd ever heard. Unfortunately, the Coast Guard was still looking for his partner, Reese Cutler. Alex was distraught about that, but he did seem to accept the fact that he had to come home to recuperate. As she hung up, she could just picture her brother trying to get out of a hospital bed so he could go and find his friend, even though he had casts on his leg and arm.She got teary-eyed every time she thought of him and the near miss. Especially when she pictured Reese's wife still sitting by the phone.

As she and Alex had said goodbye, she'd told him that she'd get his old room ready for him. Just the thought of having him at White Caps for a little while was enough to put a smile on her face.

"So you've heard!"

Frankie looked up at the door. One of the guests was waving a newspaper and grinning.

"About what?" she asked.

"The review. In the New York Times." The man came forward and dropped the paper on her desk. The headline read, White Caps B B: An Out of the Way Pleasure.

She laughed aloud. She'd never even known a critic, much less one working for the Times, had been through the dining room. "May I keep this?"

"Sure, as long as I'm guaranteed a table tonight."

She went into the kitchen to find Nate. He was making bread. "Did you see this?"

He looked up from the kneading. "Well, what do you know. Walter snuck in here."

"G.o.d, Nate. This could save us." She glanced away, reminding herself that they were not partners. "White Caps, I mean. Anyway, congratulations."

"Thanks. When are you going to pick up Alex at the airport?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"Want company?"

"I'll be fine. I'd like a little time alone with him, actually."

The truth was, though, she felt like pulling away from Nate. His support during those awful hours of waiting had been all that had gotten her through the night in one piece. She was grateful beyond measure, but she was so vulnerable to him now. He'd seen the very core of her.

And he was still leaving. In a month's time.

Needing some busy work to keep her mind off the future, she went to her office and re-ran her financial projections. If everything stayed the same, and with the Times article that was a pretty sure bet, they were going to make it, even with the accelerated deadline of August.

She refused to let herself think about the following summer. Maybe she'd be able to attract a better quality chef now that the restaurant had been written up. Maybe Nate would know someone who was of his caliber.

Yeah, like there were a whole bunch of French chefs who'd want to get pigeonholed in upstate New York.

It was a little before four when Nate's friend, Spike, called again. She left her desk to give them some privacy, and when she came back in from weeding the garden, they were still on the phone. A quick glance into the office showed Nate crouched over a legal pad, making notes and working her calculator.

The next day, Nate watched from the kitchen table as Frankie's Honda pulled up to the house and came to a gentle stop. She got out first but before she could make it around the car, the pa.s.senger side door opened wide. A pair of crutches emerged and then her brother carefully stood up.Alex Moorehouse was a big man and built like an athlete, all wide shoulders and taut legs. His dark hair was short and streaked with blond, his skin was deeply tanned, and in the shorts and polo s.h.i.+rt he was wearing, he looked like an Abercrombie Fitch model. His face, however, was all business, and as he shrugged off Frankie's attempt to help him, Nate could see that the two shared the same stubborn streak.

Nate got up and opened the door. As curious as he was about Frankie's brother, he was more interested in her. She seemed worried but pleased and he thought she was especially beautiful today, with her hair down and a light summer dress on.

When he looked back at her brother, Moorehouse's eyes had narrowed.

"This is our new chef, Nate. Nate, my brother Alex."

Moorehouse pegged the crutches into the ground and swiftly covered the distance to the door. Which meant he was either familiar with the d.a.m.n things or just plain lithe.

h.e.l.l, it was probably both.

Nate offered his hand and Frankie's brother shook it. Strong, firm grip. Nice enough nod. But the man's eyes were sending one very clear message: screw with my sister and I'll beat you to a pulp.

Nate could respect anyone who cared about Frankie, but he wasn't going to be pushed around, even if the poor guy had been through h.e.l.l. So as soon as he had the chance, Nate made a point of putting his arm around Frankie. When she didn't pull away, he tucked her into his shoulder, gave her brother a long, level look and stood his ground.

Chapter Thirteen.

L ater that night, Frankie knew Alex had gotten bad news from the Coast Guard. The call came in just before seven, and when he limped out of her office, he went upstairs without stopping. He was never one to get emotional, certainly not in front of an audience, but his eyes had been bleak and unseeing as he'd pa.s.sed by her. Reese Cutler was dead.

She let her brother go, even though she was sick with the thought of everything he insisted on dealing with alone.As the dining room filled up, she took over hostess duties from Joy. It was hard to stay downstairs when all she wanted to do was try and talk with Alex, but Grand-Em was agitated by his return. It was as if his presence jangled her memory.

"Excuse me?"

Frankie snapped to attention at the sharp demand. "Sorry, er-"

Wow. The woman standing in front of her was a real beauty. Blond hair, haute couture pantsuit in white, blouse slit nearly to her belly b.u.t.ton. She was city-slick, a real knockout, and she smelled good, too. Expensive and s.e.xy.