Take Me Home

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Marley stopped her car at the end of her drive and glanced up at Last Frontier Lodge. From the road, it wasn’t obvious anyone lived there. Knowing Gage was there set her pulse thrumming. Seriously, Marley? You’re acting like an i***t with a crush. You barely know the guy. Not to mention, there’s no way a guy like him would be interested in you. Way out of your league. She shook her head sharply and turned onto the winding road that led down the hill to town. She’d only been here about a week and had yet to mentally adjust. Her parents meant well, but they were driving her mad with their daily calls to check in and job suggestions.

Her move back home had been unplanned and abrupt. She’d graduated from high school and headed to college in Seattle, filled with dreams of making it big in the technology world. She’d never wanted the money, but she’d desperately wanted to feel like a success. All through school, she’d been a computer geek of the highest order, long before it became fashionable. She’d headed to Seattle with stars in her eyes. Sometimes cliché’s fit, and in this case, her starry dream was she’d get her business degree and make a splash in the tech world. In the big scheme of things, she’d done okay. But she’d tried to break into the world of technology as a woman from a tiny town in Alaska. She’d become well-versed in the rampant s****m in the tech field. She’d made it farther than many women and made a good salary as a code developer for an app company in Seattle.

Right when she thought she might have enough money put away to break out on her own, she’d walked into her apartment in the midst of a robbery. Her surprise appearance had only made the situation worse with the masked robber whacking her across the face with his g*n and shoving her in a corner before he commenced to finish what he started. She’d fallen apart afterwards though she’d tried her damnedest not to. Sleepless nights, constant anxiety, and the loss of concentration made her job all but impossible. At thirty, she found herself without a job and afraid to live in her apartment.

Lost and confused, she returned to Diamond Creek, the only place that felt like home—that felt safe. Her hopes and dreams were tattered, but she was sleeping a few hours every night now. Anger sometimes choked her. She hated feeling so fragile and having her dreams ripped away from her. She’d spent most of her life being proud of how independent she was, unafraid to see what the world had to offer. Now, she just wanted to hunker down and hide. Though a part of her was happy to be home, she wished she’d come home on her own terms. She took a shaky breath and forced her mind away from her problems.

Marley looked around as she drove into town. Diamond Creek had grown since she’d moved away. Though she’d visited every year, she hadn’t taken time to explore town much. There were now three grocery stores in town, and the multitude of art galleries, restaurants and shops catering to tourists had ballooned. She was meeting her sister, Lacey, for coffee at Misty Mountain Café. Lacey was two years younger than her and had happily returned to Diamond Creek after she finished college in Juneau.

Marley walked into Misty Mountain, smiling at how little had changed. The café was in a renovated Quonset hut, one of many scattered around Alaska, relics from World War II when the huts had been used for military installations throughout Alaska due to its proximity to the Pacific Rim. The owners had transformed the utilitarian steel tube-shaped building with finished walls and decorative timber beams. Cheerful paint colors and curtains brightened the space with local artwork lining the walls. She looked around and found Lacey in the corner. She waved and headed to order her coffee.

Threading her way through the scattered tables, she grinned when she reached Lacey and slid into the chair across from her.

“Hey there,” she said with a lift of her cup in greeting.

“Hey yourself,” Lacey replied. “How’s it going over at the little red inn?”

That was Lacey’s affectionate name for the cabin Marley had commandeered on her parents’ property. The cabin wasn’t red, but the roof was, so the name stuck. Marley shrugged. “Pretty good. I forgot how amazing the view is from there.”

Lacey nodded, her chestnut ponytail bouncing along. “The rise from the hill makes it feel like you can reach over and touch the glacier across the bay.”

Lacey paused and waved to someone who entered the café. Yet another person Marley didn’t recognize.

“So how are you? Any more trips planned before the snow flies?” Marley asked.

Lacey was an outdoor guide. She spent most of summer away from Diamond Creek with brief stays in between treks to the backcountry. She wasn’t a hunting or fishing guide, but an expert backcountry guide for elite hikers who wanted to experience hiking without easy access. Lacey didn’t consider anything hiking unless she had to fly in. She was tough as nails. Marley had the brains, and Lacey the brawn. Lacey was pure athlete and dressed the part. Her body was toned and fit, and she could have easily been a model for outdoor clothing companies. Except for the fact that her clothing was usually worn to shreds within weeks of getting it.

Lacey nodded, her green eyes, so similar to Marley’s, taking on a gleam. “One more. Heading up to the refuge for a week. My friend Cal is running this trip with me. The early snow is already flying that far north.”

“You mean the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge?”

At Lacey’s nod, Marley continued. “Wow. That’s way up there. Have you been there this late in the year before?”

Lacey shook her head. “Nope. It’s safer than going in the thick of summer. The grizzlies are already hibernating.”

Marley shook her head. As if grizzly bears were all Lacey would need to worry about. Marley wouldn’t mind finding a way to siphon some of Lacey’s courage. She’d never thought of herself as a frightened person, but getting robbed at gunpoint made her afraid of too many shadows.

Lacey nibbled on a muffin and pushed a plate across the table to Marley.

“For me?” Marley asked.

“Of course! It’s your favorite—spinach and ham pinwheel.”

Marley almost burst into tears. It was ridiculous how emotionally edgy she was these days. The mundane moment made her feel safe, something she’d never take for granted again. She took a slow breath and tried to gather herself.

“You okay?” Lacey’s voice was soft.

Marley nodded, the press of tears subsiding. “Yeah. It’s just…good to be home.”

Lacey looked at her carefully. “So, what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re here now. What are you going to do next? Mom and Dad are going to be super helpful, so either you come up with your own plan, or else,” Lacey said with a wry grin.

Marley sighed. “Working on it. My plan right now is to try to do what I meant to do in Seattle—start my own app company. I have plenty of connections. All I need is an internet connection to do what I need. I have some money saved up, so I figure I might as well try.”

Lacey grinned. “Awesome! That’s what I was hoping you’d do.”

“Really?” Marley felt so disoriented since the robbery that she questioned everything she did. Between that and years of witnessing how hard it was to break into the market with anything new, she’d lost the confidence she’d once had in herself.

Lacey took a sip of coffee. “Of course! I always wondered why you thought you had to make a go of it in the city. You can do everything you need to right here, and avoid the bullshit of all the hobnobs telling you what you can and can’t do.”

Marley nodded slowly. “Right. Maybe I should have asked your advice about ten years ago,” she said ruefully.

“Nah. You had to figure it out yourself.”

Marley pondered Lacey’s point. Marley had been determined to show her stuff somewhere outside of Diamond Creek. She wished upon wish it hadn’t taken a robbery to shake the foundation of her life, but coming home felt so good.

“Hey, did you know that Last Frontier Lodge was reopening?” Marley asked, ready to move on from discussing her life.

Lacey’s eyes widened. “No way! Where did you hear that?”

Marley filled her in on her encounter with Gage, minus the details about how drool-worthy handsome and sexy he was.

Lacey leaned back in her chair. “That’s big news! I’m stoked. We’ll finally have somewhere to ski again nearby. Last time that place was open, we were so little, all we could do was coast down the bunny slopes. Now we can do some real skiing. What’s he like? The guy who inherited the place?”

Marley paused and pictured Gage—his body, all hard muscle, his eyes like lightning, his mouth sensual and full, and his reserved manner. She flushed at the mere thought of him.

“Oh my, Marley, you have a thing,” Lacey said with a sly grin.

“I do not!” she replied, trying and failing miserably at making her blush go away. She was so rusty at relationships, the idea of having a ‘thing’ for anyone intimidated the hell out of her.

Lacey giggled. “All I did was ask you what he’s like, and you got all quiet and dreamy. Don’t you hate how easy you blush?”

Marley rolled her eyes, her face and neck hot. “You do too!”

“That’s how come I know you probably hate it,” Lacey retorted. “Okay, so you’ve got the serious hots for him. As far as I’m concerned, you are in need of a distraction, and this Gage guy might be exactly what you need.”

“Um, pretty sure he’s out of my league.”

Lacey waved a hand dismissively. “You’re totally hot, but you had your nose buried so deep in books and computers that you’ve never noticed. When’s the last time you went on a date?”

Marley tried to recall. After a long moment, she gave up. “I don’t know. You know how it was for me. I worked all the time. Sixty, seventy-hour weeks were the norm. There wasn’t much time for dating.”

Lacey’s grin faded as she looked across the table. Her green eyes softened and she absently twirled her ponytail around a finger. “I hate what happened to you and it pisses me off that you’re feeling bad about freaking out about it, but I’m really glad you’re home. I didn’t want it to happen this way, but I’ll take it.” She paused, considering her words. “I’m not the mushy sort, you know that. But if you need to talk, I’m here. And if there’s only one thing I can tell you, it’s that you have to know anyone would be scared if they went through what you did. Stop beating yourself up about it.”

Marley looked over at her sister and wondered how Lacey understood her so well. They were so different. Marley took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Opening them, she met Lacey’s. “I’m working on it, okay?”

Lacey nodded. After a moment, her grin returned. “Maybe you should offer to help Gage out with the lodge? Be a friendly neighbor and all that.”

Marley started to shake her head.

Lacey held her hand up. “Or you could skip the preliminaries and screw his brains out.”

Marley choked on her coffee.