Midnight Sons Volume 2 (6 page)

Bethany could accept that he wasn’t attracted to her if that was indeed the case. But the night they’d met and each time afterward, she’d sensed a growing awareness between them. She
knew he felt it, too, even though he doggedly resisted it. Whenever they were in a room together, no matter how many people were present, their eyes gravitated toward each other. The solid ground beneath Bethany would subtly shift, and she’d have to struggle to hide the fact that anything was wrong.

“Can I clean the blackboards for you, Ms. Ross?” Chrissie asked, interrupting her musings. The youngster stood next to Bethany’s desk. It would be very easy to love this child, she thought.

Chrissie had been her student for two weeks, and it became increasingly difficult not to make her a teacher’s pet. The seven-year-old was so willing to please and always looked for ways to brighten Bethany’s day.

If Bethany had any complaints about Mitch’s daughter, it was the number of times Chrissie introduced her father into the conversation. Clearly the girl adored him.

“Can I?” she asked again, holding up the erasers.

“Certainly, Chrissie. How thoughtful of you to ask. I’d be delighted if you cleaned the boards.”

Chrissie flushed with pleasure. “I like to help my dad, too. He needs me sometimes.”

“I’ll bet you’re good at helping him. You’ve been a wonderful assistant to me.”

Once again the child glowed at Bethany’s approval. “My dad promised to pick me up after school today,” she said; she seemed to be watching for Bethany’s reaction to that news. From other bits of information Chrissie had dropped, Bethany knew that Mitch occasionally collected his daughter after school. She herself hadn’t seen him.

“With your dad coming, maybe you should skip cleaning the boards this afternoon,” Bethany said. She didn’t want Mitch to be kept waiting because Chrissie was busy, nor did she want to force him to enter the classroom.

“It’ll be all right,” Chrissie said quickly. “Don’t worry, Dad’ll wait.”

Still, Bethany wasn’t confident that she was doing the right thing, especially since Mitch seemed to be avoiding her so diligently.

The little girl was busy with the blackboards, standing on tiptoe to reach as far as she could, when Mitch walked briskly into the classroom. His movements were filled with impatience. His body language said he didn’t appreciate having to come and look for his daughter.

As had happened before, his eyes flew to Bethany’s, and hers to his. Slowly she rose from behind her desk. “Hello, Mitch.”

“Bethany.”

“Hi, Dad! I’m helping Ms. Ross. I’m almost done,” Chrissie said lightheartedly. “All I have to do is go outside and get the chalk out of the erasers. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Mitch opened his mouth as though to protest, but before he could utter a word, Chrissie raced out the door.

Bethany and Mitch were alone.

They couldn’t stop staring at each other. Bethany would’ve paid good money to know what he was thinking. Not that she was all that clear about her own feelings. Their attraction to each other
should
have been uncomplicated, since neither of them was involved with anyone else.

True, John Henderson, one of the bush pilots employed by Midnight Sons, had asked her to dinner. She’d accepted; there was no point in sitting around waiting for Mitch to ask her out, and John seemed pleasant.

The silence between them grew. Mitch’s face was stern, his features set. Bethany sighed, uncertain how to break the ice.

“I hear you’re going out to dinner with John Henderson this evening,” Mitch surprised her by saying.

“Yes.” She wasn’t going to deny it.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“My having dinner with John?”

“Yes.”

Their eyes remained locked. Finally she swallowed and asked, “Why?”

“John’s a good man.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask the reason Mitch hadn’t asked her out himself. Mitch was attracted to her, and she to him. The force of that attraction was no small thing. Surely it would be better to discuss it openly, even if they didn’t act on their feelings. She longed to bring up the subject and see where it took them. But in the end she said nothing. Neither did Mitch.

Chrissie reentered the classroom, and Bethany slowly moved her gaze from Mitch to his daughter.

“The erasers are clean,” Chrissie announced. Her eyes were huge with expectation.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome. Can I clean them again next Friday?”

“That would be very helpful.”

“Have a nice evening,” Mitch said as he walked out the door, his hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

“I will, thank you,” she called after them, but she didn’t think he heard.

The encounter with Mitch left Bethany feeling melancholy. She accompanied Margaret Simpson to her house for a cup of coffee, hoping that a visit with the other teacher would cheer her up; however, she was distracted during their conversation. Once she arrived home, she turned on her CD player and lay down on the living room carpet, listening to Billy Joel—which said a great deal about her state of mind.

Instead of being excited about her dinner date, she was bemoaning the fact that it wasn’t Mitch taking her out. It was time
to face reality: he wasn’t interested in seeing her. She told herself it didn’t matter. There were plenty of other fish in the sea. But her little pep talk fell decidedly flat.

Because John was afraid he might get back late from a flight into Fairbanks, he’d asked if they could meet at the Hard Luck Café. Bethany didn’t object. She showered and changed into a knee-length, chocolate-brown skirt, an extra-long, loose-knit beige sweater and calf-length brown leather boots. To dress up the outfit, she wove a silk scarf into her French braid. She looked good and she knew it. Her one regret was that Mitch wouldn’t see her. She’d like him to know what he was missing!

To her astonishment, there were only two other people in the café when she arrived. The men, whom she didn’t recognize, were deeply engrossed in conversation. They sat drinking beer at one of the tables.

“My, my, don’t you look pretty,” Ben hailed her when she took a seat in a booth near the window. Apparently he knew she was meeting John, because he filled two water glasses and tucked a couple of menus under his arm.

“Thank you.”

“I heard John’s got his eye on you.”

Bethany didn’t comment. Although she’d been in the café a number of times since her first visit, she was never completely comfortable with Ben. She’d moved to Hard Luck with an open mind about him. She had no plan other than getting to know this man who’d fathered her.

She’d learned about him only a year ago. Despite the initial shock, this new knowledge didn’t change her feelings toward either her mother or Peter Ross. She just wanted to discover for herself what kind of man Ben Hamilton was. She certainly didn’t intend to interfere in his life. Nor did she intend to embarrass him with the truth. The year might well come to a close without his ever finding out who she was.

In all honesty, Bethany couldn’t think of a way to casually announce that she was his daughter. For a giddy moment, she was tempted to throw open her arms and call him Daddy. But no—he’d never been that.

Ben lingered at the table. “If you want the truth, I was surprised you were coming here with John.”

“Really.” Bethany picked up her water glass.

“I kinda thought you were sweet on Mitch.”

The glass hit the table with an unexpected thunk, garnering the attention of the restaurant’s two other occupants.

Ben rubbed the side of his face. “What I’ve seen, Mitch is taken with you, as well.”

Bethany stared down at the table and swallowed nervously. “I’m sure that isn’t true.”

Low laughter rumbled in Ben’s chest. “I’ve seen the way you two send looks at each other. I’m not blind, you know. Yes, sir, I see plenty—lots more than people think.” He tapped his finger against his temple to emphasize the point. “I might be a crusty old bachelor, but I—”

“You never got married?” she interrupted him.

“No.”

“Why not?” She turned the conversation away from herself, at the same time attempting to learn what she could about his life.

“I guess you could say I never found the right woman.”

His answer irritated Bethany. Her mother was one of the finest women she’d ever known. The desire to defend her mother, tell this character about the heartache he’d caused, burned in the pit of her stomach.

“How…how long have you been in Alaska?” she asked instead.

Ben seemed to need time to calculate his answer. “It must be twenty years now. The O’Halloran boys were still wet behind the ears when I made my way here.”

“Why Hard Luck?” she asked.

“Why not? It was as good a place as any. Besides,” he said, flashing her a grin, “there’s something to be said for having the only restaurant within a four-hundred-mile radius.”

Bethany laughed.

The door opened and John Henderson rushed in, a little breathless and a whole lot flustered. He hurried over to the table, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her. He seemed speechless.

“Hello again,” Bethany said.

John remained standing there, his mouth open.

Ben slapped him on the back. “Aren’t you going to thank me for keeping her company?”

John jerked his head around as if suddenly noticing Ben. “Uh, thanks, Ben.”

“No problem.” He turned to walk back to the kitchen, but before he did, Bethany’s eye caught his and they shared a secret smile. For the first time Bethany felt she’d truly communicated with the man she’d come three thousand miles to meet.

Dinner turned out to be more of an ordeal than Bethany had expected. By the time he’d paid for their meal, Bethany actually felt sorry for John. During the course of their dinner, he’d dripped gravy down the front of his shirt, knocked over the sugar canister and spilled his coffee, most of which landed on her skirt. The man was clearly a nervous wreck.

“I’ll walk you home,” John said.

She waited until they were outside before she thanked him. Although they were only halfway through September, there was a decided coolness, and the hint of snow hung in the air. Bethany was glad she’d worn her coat.

“Thank you, John, for a lovely evening.”

The pilot buried his hands in his jacket pockets. “I’m sorry about the coffee.”

“You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“What about your skirt?”

“Don’t worry—I’m sure it’ll wash out.”

“You didn’t get burned?”

She’d assured him she hadn’t at least a dozen times. “I’m fine, John, really.”

“I want you to know I’m not normally this clumsy.”

“I’m sure that’s true.”

“It’s just that it isn’t often a woman as beautiful as you agrees to have dinner with me.”

There was something touching about this pilot, something endearing. “What a sweet thing to say. Thank you.”

“Women like to hear that kind of stuff, don’t they?” John asked. “About being pretty and all.”

Bethany hesitated, wondering where the conversation was heading. “I think it’s safe to say we do.”

It was difficult to keep from smiling. With someone else, she might have been irritated or worse. But not with John. Besides, the evening was so beautiful. The sky danced with a brilliant display of stars, and the northern lights seemed to sizzle just over the horizon. Bethany couldn’t stop gazing up at the heavens.

“Is it always this beautiful here?”

“Yup,” John said without hesitation. “But then they say that beauty’s in the eye of the beholder.”

“That’s true.” Bethany shrugged, a little puzzled.

“It won’t be long now before the rivers freeze,” he explained soberly.

“So soon?”

“Yup. We’re likely to have snow anytime.”

Bethany could hardly believe it. “Really?”

“This is the Arctic, Bethany.”

“But it seems as if I just got here. It’s still summer at home.”

“Maybe in California, but not here.” He looked worried. “You aren’t going to leave, are you?”

“No. I signed a contract for this school year. Don’t worry, I’m not going to break my commitment because of a little snow and ice.”

They strolled past the school, and she glanced at the building with a sense of pride. She already loved her job and her students.

Soon her house was in sight. Bethany was deciding how to handle the awkwardness that might develop when they reached her front door. She didn’t plan to invite John in.

“Thank you,” Bethany said again when at last they stood on the stoop.

“The evening would’ve been better if I hadn’t…you know.”

“Stop worrying about a little coffee.”

“Don’t forget the sugar.” He grinned as if he’d begun to find the entire episode amusing.

“Despite a few, uh, mishaps, I really did enjoy dinner,” she told him.