Читать книгу Rocky Mountain Memories - Lois Richer - Страница 9
Оглавление“You brought me here, Jake. You got me into this. Now help me figure it out.”
He opened his mouth to protest, studied her for a moment, then he sat down and huffed out a huge sigh.
“I’m only the Haven’s handyman, Gem,” he said weakly.
“You’re the fixer—that’s why all those people called you. Now help me figure out how to fix things for this child that my husband loved so dearly, when I can’t even remember my own name. Wait a minute. That picture.”
“Gem, are you okay? You look...weird.”
“The picture that was in my wallet. That must be Alexa.” Suddenly the sun felt too hot, the problems too large, the decisions too overwhelming. Somewhere in the recesses of her brain she thought she could hear a man’s voice calling. Take care of her. Take care of Alexa.
The world wobbled. Had she really heard that, or was she dreaming? She felt so strange.
“Jake?” she whispered.
“Yes, Gem?”
“Have I ever fainted before?” Gemma didn’t hear his reply as she slid off her chair onto the patio.
