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CHAPTER FOUR

“AND WE PAINTED BIRDHOUSES. Grandma painted hers green with little flowers on it, but mine has people.” On the drive back from the airport to fetch Volta’s car, Emma filled her mom in on everything she’d missed while she’d been grounded at Sparks. “And we read a story about a girl and a horse. It was really good.”

“I’ll bet.” Any book or movie that included a horse was a hit with Emma. Ever since she’d taken Emma to the reindeer farm and she got to ride with Ryan, she couldn’t get enough of horses. Fortunately, the miniature plastic herd she’d collected didn’t eat, because Volta’s paycheck didn’t run to stable fees and feed bills. “Are you excited about your party at the reindeer farm?”

“Yeah! Livy got me a present. She won’t tell me what it is, but I think it’s a horse. Rafe might come, too.”

“Who’s Rafe?”

“He’s in my class. He’s new. He looked sad yesterday, so I invited him.”

“That’s sweet, but you need to ask me before you invite more people.”

“Why? It’s my birthday.”

“Because when people are planning parties, they need to know in advance how many people are coming to know how much food to make and everything. I already told Marissa at the reindeer farm how many to set up for.” Not to mention the cake she’d ordered and the goody bags she and Emma had assembled last week. Shoot, did they have enough goody bags? She should probably pack a couple of spares. “You didn’t invite more kids besides Rafe, did you?”

“No.” Emma sighed, as though refraining from inviting everyone she’d come in contact with in the past two weeks had taken a terrible toll. It probably had. “Will Marissa be mad if there’s an extra person?”

“No, I’m sure it will be fine.” Leith’s car pulled into the driveway behind her. “Let’s go get your stuff from Uncle Leith and carry it inside.” Leith handed over Emma’s purple duffel bag and her stuffed dog. Poor Rufus was starting to look a little worse for the wear, but Emma wouldn’t go to sleep without him.

“Thank Sabrina for taking Emma to the movie,” Volta said to Leith.

“Sabrina had a blast. I would have gone, too, but you know, princesses.”

Volta laughed. “Well, thanks for helping me pick up my car. And thanks for driving Emma home. Emma, what do you say to Leith?”

“Thank you, Uncle Leith,” Emma sang out and ran to give him a hug. “Tell Sabrina I had fun.”

Volta and Emma waved goodbye. Volta grabbed the duffel and carried it into the garage, pressing the button that closed the door on the way. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Macaroni and cheese,” Emma said immediately.

Volta laughed. “You always say that. I’ll bet you had Grandma make you mac and cheese already.”

“Yes,” Emma said. “Grandma likes to make macaroni and cheese with me. I helped grate the cheese, and I stirred the milk, and I mashed the bread crumbs with a rolling pin. Grandma says I’m going to be a good cook when I grow up.”

“I don’t doubt it, but let’s try something else tonight. We have chicken in the freezer. Let’s make a chicken stir-fry.”

“Can we use sesame seeds?”

“Yes, and we have broccoli, too.”

“Broccoli?” Emma asked, her voice heavy with suspicion. “Do I like broccoli?”

“Sure you do. Broccoli looks like little green trees. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I like little trees.”

Volta set Emma’s duffel at the bottom of the stairs. She put supper together while Emma set the table. Once they’d eaten and loaded the dishwasher, Volta announced it was time for a bath. “When you’re in your pajamas, we can read some stories.”

“Can we read about a horse?”

“We can read anything you want,” Volta promised.

Emma opened her bag and pulled out her pajamas. “Oh, my birdhouse. I forgot to show you.” Emma held up the wooden birdhouse she’d painted a cheery pink with three human figures and an animal along the side.

Volta pointed at the smallest figure. “Is this you?”

“Yes.”

“And this one with the blue dress is me?”

“Yes, because you like blue.”

“So this one must be Uncle Leith.”

“No, a girl and her mommy and her daddy and her horse.”

“Her horse?”

“Yeah, she had a mommy and a daddy and a horse. They’re a real family.”

That nagging sense of inadequacy pricked at Volta. “Real families come in all shapes and sizes, Emma. Just because your daddy died doesn’t mean we’re not a real family.”

“Well.” Emma peeked up from beneath her eyelashes. “If I can’t have a daddy, I should at least get a horse.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” Emma tried the puppy-dog eyes.

Volta chuckled. “Nice try, but we’ve talked about this. Horses are very expensive.”

“Ryan has a horse.”

“Ryan lives on a farm. We live in Anchorage.”

“We could keep the horse in the backyard.”

“Our backyard isn’t big enough for a horse to live.”

“We could move to a farm.”

“No, we couldn’t, Emma, because I’m not a farmer. I’m a paramedic.”

Emma shrugged. “Maybe Grandma and Granddaddy will get a horse for my birthday.”

Volta shook her head. “No, sweetie, they’re not going to get you a horse. We have no place to keep one. I’m sorry, but that’s how it is.”

Emma frowned. “When I grow up, I’m going to live on a farm and have lots and lots of horses. And my friends can come and ride with me, and I’ll ride the prettiest horse of all.”

“Sounds like a plan. But right now, it’s bath time. Do you want to take some of your horses swimming with you?”

“I’ll take the Arabian and the Clydesdale.” Emma started down the hall, but she stopped after two steps to send back a parting shot. “But someday, I’m going to get a real horse.”

* * *

SCOTT WOKE UP restless on Saturday morning. He’d already written up his notes from his visit to Sparks and had nothing else scheduled until Monday. His plan had been to use this weekend to locate Volta and decide how to approach her, but their accidental meeting in Sparks had taken care of that. In theory, he could check it off the list, but it didn’t feel finished. In fact, it felt distinctly unresolved. He needed to convince her to accept that position as liaison. But he couldn’t do anything else about it for two more days.

Spare time was a luxury and he hated to waste it. He looked out the window. A heavy rain last night had washed the volcanic ash away. Scott decided he needed a nice, long run. Ordinarily, his exercise routine involved a few push-ups and crunches plus whatever running or hiking he could fit in wherever he happened to be.

On the recommendation of the front desk clerk, Scott headed down the coastal trail. Plenty of locals seemed to have the same idea. As he ran, he passed dog walkers, bikers and skaters. Across the inlet, snow clung to the top of a long mountain range. The air smelled of damp earth and sunshine.

Eventually his stomach reminded him it was getting close to lunchtime. He’d passed a soup and sandwich place that looked promising. After he’d changed and eaten, he would decide what to do with the rest of the day.

Scott returned to his hotel, showered and pulled on a pair of jeans. He was digging through his suitcase looking for a clean shirt, when he came across a carved wooden elephant. It had been a gift from the husband of a grateful patient after a breech birth.

He ran a finger over the intricate pattern of the blanket on the elephant’s back carved into the kadam wood. The elephant almost appeared to be smiling. It would be a good toy for a child. And he happened to know a child who was having a birthday today. And she had invited him to her party.

No, he couldn’t do that. He set the elephant on the desk, pulled on a Henley shirt and headed out for lunch. The soup and sandwich place was packed, so he got his to go and sat on a bench in the town square while he ate it. Empty flower beds lining all the walkways suggested this would be a colorful showcase during the summer. On his way back to the hotel, he passed a gift shop. On impulse, he went inside and bought tissue paper and a gift bag.

Back at the hotel, the front desk clerk waved when Scott walked in. “Enjoy your run this morning?”

“I did. Great trail.” Scott paused. “Do you happen to know anything about a reindeer farm?”

“Oh, sure. It’s one of the big tourist attractions in the area.” He came out from behind the desk, selected a card from a nearby display rack and handed it to Scott. “It’s not far. Just take the highway past Eagle River and then exit and take the road north for a couple of miles.”

“Is it the only one?”

“Only one I know of. I took my nephew there once. It was fun.”

“Thanks.” Scott looked over the brochure. Why not?

Thirty minutes later, he spotted the welcome sign with a picture of reindeer and a sleigh, made the turn onto a gravel drive and followed it until he reached a parking area near a white farmhouse. He parked, but he didn’t get out. He probably shouldn’t be here. A verbal invitation from an overexcited almost-eight-year-old was hardly a binding contract.

But he’d been jumpy all morning, thinking about Monday, wondering if Volta would agree to work with him. He had his suspicions she was just humoring him, and that when Monday arrived, she’d tell him no and take off to Boston.

She was excellent at her job and seemed to enjoy it, and to be on good terms with the people she worked with. She obviously adored her daughter. He sensed a sadness there, too. An emptiness that echoed the empty places in his own life. But she’d been married and then her husband died. Of course, a part of her would be sad.

And what if she was sad? What did he think he could do about it? It wasn’t as though he was going to recruit her to join him at DEMA. Not when she had a child in elementary school. Still, he would appreciate her help on this study.

A small SUV pulled up beside him and two little girls hopped out, carrying wrapped packages. They jumped up and down, urging the woman with them to hurry. “Come on. We’re late. We might miss the reindeer.” The woman followed them across the parking area toward a red barn. Beside the barn, a group of reindeer hung their heads over the fence, watching the people arriving.

Should he or shouldn’t he? Why not? He was here. The worst that could happen is someone would ask him to leave. And the best? He wasn’t even sure.

He grabbed the gift and headed toward the barn. A chalkboard outside read Happy Birthday, Emma, so he was in the right place. He stepped up to one of the reindeer near the barn. The deer nudged his hand, and so he scratched her forehead, which seemed to please her.

Scott hadn’t lied when he told Emma he’d never seen a reindeer. He had seen gazelles and wildebeests and oryx in Africa, and barking deer in Indonesia, and pudus, the tiny Peruvian deer, but never reindeer. He had to admit, their antlers were impressive. And they were surprisingly gentle. No wonder Santa Claus chose reindeer as his favorite transportation.

A bearded man in a red polo stepped out of the barn and greeted Scott as he walked toward the gate. He picked up a couple of halters from a rack nearby and slipped inside the reindeer pen. The reindeer Scott had been petting immediately left him and went to nudge the man, who offered her a treat and slipped the halter over her head, buckling it behind her antlers.

Scott stepped inside the barn into a whirlwind of activity. A group of children were gathered around one blindfolded child who was attempting to hit a star-shaped piñata with a stick. Someone was raising and lowering the piñata, and the other children were shouting encouragement. “Go, Rafe!”

After three misses, another boy stepped up for a turn. He settled into a classic batter’s stance and swung wildly at the piñata, his momentum carrying him in a complete circle that sent the other children scattering and almost took out a nearby table. A corgi gave a sharp bark. A man with a weathered face caught the boy by the shoulders and pointed him in the right direction for another try.

Past the piñata, a group of adults stood watching and laughing. Volta was at the center of the group, snapping pictures of the children. She wore a simple blue shirt over jeans, her hair tucked back from her face. Scott stopped where he was and watched her expression change, so familiar, especially when she laughed. Beautiful.

“Hi, it’s Scott, right?” Volta’s brother had come up beside him. “Did you need to see Volta for something about work?”

“Hi. No. Nothing in particular. I hope it’s okay that I came.”

“Sure, it’s fine. Emma invited you. Help yourself to sodas or water on the table over there.” Beside the drinks table, a grinning boy shook a can of soda. “Oops, excuse me.” Leith hurried over to intervene.

Scott edged his way toward the group of adults. Volta was tying the blindfold onto Emma now. She handed her the stick and spun her around a couple of times. Another woman in a red polo herded the rest of the children a safe distance away before calling, “Okay, go.”

Emma took a swing with the pole. Whoever was manipulating the piñata jerked it upward. Emma completely missed but made an impressive whizzing noise as the stick cut through the air. The piñata lowered again in preparation for her next swing, but instead of winding up, Emma immediately swung back in the same arc and knocked a limb off the star, and a few pieces of candy tumbled to the ground.

The kids squealed and three of them dived on the candy. Someone grabbed the stick from Emma’s hand before she could take another swing and take out a crowd of children while she was at it. She jerked off the blindfold, but the other kids had already grabbed all the candy. She turned to her mother.

Volta pointed at the piñata. “There’s a lot more stuff inside. Christy, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Go, Christy,” Emma chanted. “Knock out the candy.”

Volta blindfolded the girl, spun her around and gave her a little nudge in the direction of the piñata. One good whack and the bottom fell out, sending the rest of the candy flying. This time all the kids made a mad dash for the candy, scooping up handfuls.

Volta handed out paper bags. “You can put your goodies in here to take home later.” She pointed at a table that held markers and stickers. “Go write your name on the bag and decorate it.”

Once the kids were convinced they’d found every last piece of candy, they drifted toward the table. An older woman standing in front of Scott chuckled. “I’ve seen bears at Katmai that weren’t that competitive. You’d think they were starving.”

Volta laughed and turned toward her to comment, but her laugh died in midstream when she spotted Scott. The older woman turned to him. “Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Dawn Jordan, Emma’s grandmother.”

“Scott Wi—”

“Scott and I know each other from work.” Volta came striding to them. “Scott, what are you doing here?”

“You came!” Emma rushed over to him. “You really did want to see the reindeer.”

“They’re spectacular. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Pretty soon, we’re going to pet the baby ones and then we’re going for reindeer rides. You can pet the reindeer, too. Right, Mommy?”

“Um, sure.”

Emma leaned closer and whispered, loud enough for her mother and grandmother to hear, “They have horses, too, but we can’t ride them because there’s only two, and that’s not enough for the whole party.”

“Oh,” Scott said. “That’s too bad. But the reindeer are awesome.”

“Hey, kids. We’re going to do pin the tail on the reindeer now,” the woman in the red polo called. Scott realized it had a sleigh embroidered on it.

“Go on over with Marissa,” Volta told Emma. “I’ll be right there.”

Emma skipped away. Her grandmother looked at Scott and then at Volta. When neither of them answered her unspoken question, she said, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Scott. I’m going to go watch Emma and give you and Volta a minute to talk about...whatever it is you’re here to talk about. Excuse me, please.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Jordan,” Scott said quickly.

As soon as she’d stepped away, Volta grabbed Scott’s elbow and dragged him to the far corner of the barn, away from everyone. “Once again. Why are you here?”

“Emma invited me.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Scott shrugged. “I wanted to see you again.”

“Why?”

“I want you to work with me as liaison.”

“You came to my daughter’s birthday party to talk me into working with you?”

He tried for a disarming smile. “And to see the reindeer.”

“Really?” She tilted her head. “You wanted to see reindeer? You’ve been everywhere.”

“Nowhere with reindeer. Not until now. By the way, why didn’t you let me introduce myself to your mother?”

“Why? Because my dad and my brother are here, and I’d rather not have any bloodshed at Emma’s party.”

“Bloodshed?”

“They never met you, but my mother knew your name, and my parents were none too pleased with my emotional state when I came home from Hawaii.”

“Oh.” Scott hadn’t considered that. Of course they would be protective of Volta and predisposed to dislike the man who broke her heart. Not that he blamed them.

The man with the weathered face Scott had noticed earlier walked over to them, a wrinkle in the center of his brow. “Is everything all right here?”

“It’s fine, Dad,” Volta said. “Scott, my father, Russ Jordan. Dad, Scott’s a doctor with DEMA.”

The man’s face relaxed. “Oh, DEMA. I’ve heard good things. Nice to meet you, Doctor.”

“Scott, please.” Scott offered his hand and Russ shook it.

“What brings you to Alaska, Scott?”

“I’m working on a study. In fact, I was just asking your daughter if she would act as my liaison. I understand she’s well connected in the villages.”

“That’s a great idea.” Russ wrapped an arm around Volta’s shoulders.

Volta gave a tight smile. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll keep it in mind. But for now, we’d better get back to the party. Chris and Marissa are rounding everyone up to visit the reindeer calves.”

“I’d better get my video camera,” Russ said as he hurried away.

Volta frowned at Scott. “Can we talk about this later? My daughter is celebrating her birthday and I don’t want to miss any magic moments arguing with you about work.”

She was right. He shouldn’t be using her daughter’s birthday party to push his own agenda. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. We can talk Monday.” He gave a little bow and left the gift bag on the table with the others. “I’ll go now.”

Suddenly Volta laughed. “Aw, you’re as bad as Emma with the sad eyes. Stay. Pet a reindeer. After all, how often are you going to be in Alaska? You might never get another opportunity.”

He returned the smile. “Truer words were never spoken.”