sheâd created in her head through his work.
âWhen.â
Gus snapped out of her reverie and looked at Jenna. âWhen what?â
âYou said to tell you when, so come on over.â
âRight.â Gus slid into the seat across from Jenna who took Gusâs hands in hers and frowned over what she saw. âDonât worry. We can fix this.â
Gus obviously didnât know what she was looking at because she hadnât been worried in the least. She contented herself with saying, âWork your magic, Jenna.â
Once Jenna had Gusâs feet in the spa bathâwhich felt heavenlyâshe started on her hands. âGus?â
âYes?â
âI, uh, have a favor to ask?â
âWhatâs that?â
âDo you think you could make up a special recipe for me?â
Gus hadnât known what to expect but it hadnât been that . âA recipe? What kind of food are we talking about?â Gus said cautiously. It was a bit of a strangeconversation, well, even stranger than some conversations with Jenna could get.
âYou know how those wolves marked Tessa?â
Tessa Bellingham had come to Good Riddance to record video footage. Sheâd hired Clint as her guide. Everyone knew interracial marriage was frowned upon by the natives in the area. But when wolves had âmarkedâ Tessa by appearing before her three days in a row, sheâd been accepted as a native and she and Clint were now engaged.
Gus had a bad feeling she knew where this was going. âUh-huh.â
âWell, Iâve been going out behind the cabin every day, hoping something would mark me.â Jenna looked so sad Gus wanted to pat her shoulder in sympathy. âNothing has. I need to be marked, so if you could come up with some kind of recipe I could put outside, ya know, to attract a wild animal so Iâd be markedâ¦.â Jenna trailed off hopefully.
This definitely wasnât good. âNelson?â
The other woman nodded, a mixture of adoration and despair reflected on her face. âIâve never met anyone like him before. Heâs just soâ¦soâ¦cool andâ¦sexy.â
To borrow one of Merrileeâs phrases, sweet mercy. In Gusâs opinion Nelson was cool, but heâd never struck her as sexy. Regardless, he was one hundred percent barred from dating anyone outside his native heritage, marked or not. And Jenna, with her surgically enhanced breasts and blond-in-a-bottle, was obviously head over heels and equally obviously didnât stand a chance.
Gus laid it on the line. âYou know he canât be involved with a white woman.â
âThatâs why I want an animal to mark me, like it did Tessa.â Jenna looked so hopeful, Gus simply couldnât bring herself to crush her.
âIâll see what I can come up with for you,â she said, having absolutely no clue what else to do.
âAwesome.â And just like that Jennaâs train of thought jumped to another track. âNow letâs give you some nice nails since youâre going to have a hunky helper tonight.â
Gus wasnât surprised Jenna knew. That was Good Riddance for you. There were no secrets here. Well, except for her secretâ¦
And she fully meant to keep it that way.
4
C LINT WAS A NICE GUY, Nick thought as they drove down the snow-crusted road. So was his dog, Kobuk, sitting in the seat behind them, tongue lolling out as he looked out the window as if watching the evergreens lining the road. But then again, Nick had liked everyone heâd met so far, particularly the group heâd joined for dinner last night. They were all good people and intelligent with interesting stories. Of course, most people that wound up in out of the way places like Good Riddance had interesting stories.
âSpruce?â he hazarded a guess as to the evergreens.
âYep. Right in one.â Clint glanced briefly in Nickâs direction.