paused and smiled at her. A deliberate, sexy smile. “Anytime.”
He was outside before Heather could get a decent breath.
Definitely couldn’t chalk up yesterday’s reaction to adrenaline. The man had her senses on overdrive. Other people, she thought, might be intimidated by him, but she wasn’t. She was even more determined to find out what he was up to in Knights Bridge.
She reminded herself she was here to work and continued on to the front room, where Vic was settled into a big chair by the fire, playing a game of Scrabble on his iPad. “The bastard cheats,” he said without looking up. “I know it does.”
“How badly are you losing?”
“A hundred points. Could be worse, since the SOB has access to the Scrabble Dictionary, and I only have access to my poor brain.” Finally, he looked up, squinting at her. “Did you get your truck started?”
Heather nodded. “Eric gave me a jump start. Brody was outside with Rohan when we arrived.”
“Ah. Brody and a Sloan brother meet again. They behaved?”
“They were civil. Vic...” Heather debated but decided she couldn’t resist. “What happened between them?”
He waved a hand. “I told you. Some feud involving pumpkins.”
“You know more than that.”
He raised his gray eyes to her, studied her in a way that reminded her of his long career as a diplomat. “You don’t remember?”
“I don’t know. Maybe vaguely. I tried to stay out of my brothers’ fights. I don’t remember anything about pumpkins, but there was a vandalized job site, as I recall. Was that Brody?”
“Talk to him. Talk to your brothers. I wasn’t involved.”
“Were you here at the time it happened?”
Vic shook his head without hesitation. “No.”
“I guess in your world a fight between a bunch of Knights Bridge teenagers wasn’t a big deal.”
He winked at her. “Especially when it involved pumpkins.”
Heather smiled. Whatever had happened between Brody and her brothers, Vic’s reaction suggested he wasn’t troubled by it, and probably hadn’t been at the time. “I should get busy. Do you know where Adrienne is? I have a few more questions about what she has in mind for your wine cellar if she’s around.”
“I haven’t seen her yet this morning, but I’ll send her to you when she surfaces.”
“I’ll be in the cellar. If I need to find you for anything?”
“I’ll be here by the fire. I won’t be playing Scrabble the entire morning, though, I assure you. I’ll bring Rohan in here with me. He’ll need another walk before lunch. That can be my adventure for the morning. When I decided to look after him, I wasn’t thinking he needed to go out. I hope he wasn’t abandoned because some idiot didn’t want to walk him on a cold night.”
“I can’t imagine such a thing,” Heather said.
“That’s good, Heather. I’m glad you can’t. Adrienne says she’ll see what the town library has for puppy training books.”
“Then you think you’ll keep him?”
“I didn’t say that. DSS agents can often have dogs. Maybe I can convince Brody to take him.”
Heather doubted Vic was serious. He resumed his Scrabble game, and she returned to the kitchen. She ducked into the mudroom and opened the door to the cellar. Heather Sloan on the job, she thought with a smile. She tried to picture Brody in the field as a DSS agent but got nowhere, and she knew it wasn’t something that would take her anywhere she needed to be.
She flipped on a light on the steep, dusty cellar stairs.
Where she needed to be, she thought, was right here, venturing into the cellar of the classic 1912 house she was renovating. She couldn’t wait to dig into the nitty-gritty of Vic’s wine cellar. She’d never been involved in building a wine cellar and wasn’t sure her family had, either.
She started down the steep stairs. She was leading the life she wanted to lead. One day it would include the right man, but that man wouldn’t be Brody Hancock. Some things in life just weren’t possible, and that, she knew, was one of them.
* * *
Heather had been at work in a dark corner of the cellar for an hour when Adrienne joined her, dressed in slim black jeans, a thigh-length black sweater and black ankle boots. “I feel like the city mouse,” she said with a smile.
“The cellar stairs aren’t kind to heels.”
“Or to black. I thought it wouldn’t show the dust and cobwebs, but I’m already covered. Honestly, I need to make a trip to the country store and get some sensible shoes if I’m going to stay here much longer.” She glanced up at the low beams and network of pipes. “Doesn’t it give you the creeps down here?”
Heather shook her head. “Not really, no.”
“You don’t ever get spooked in your work?”
“What do you mean? Do I worry about ghosts and skeletons and that sort of thing?”
Adrienne laughed. “From your reaction, I guess not. You’re very practical, Heather. You must have to be in your work. A rusty nail is a far more realistic concern than a ghost.” She shifted her gaze to a wall where old tools, obviously long unused, hung on nails and pegs. “It doesn’t look as if anyone’s been down here in decades, does it?”
“That’s because Vic’s owned the house for decades,” Heather said lightly.
“Mmm. I doubt he’s ever been down here. I haven’t, either, during the time I’ve been house-sitting. What are you up to?”
“Just looking at whatever might be relevant to the renovations.”
“‘Measure twice, cut once’?”
“Something like that. We try to head off as many problems as we can with careful planning, but there are always surprises.” Heather stepped out of the dark corner, into the slightly better light from a bulb screwed into a socket. “Not that I’m a great planner in my personal life.”
“Ack,” Adrienne said cheerfully. “Who is?”
Heather smiled. “Good point.”
“Look at Vic. Do you think he meant to be alone at sixty-two?” She held up a hand. “Never mind. It’s none of my business. He’s been great to let me stay here in exchange for very little work.” She ran her fingertips over the worn wood of a workbench, scarred from long-ago projects. “Vic’s getting rid of this, isn’t he? I’ve gathered he’s not the handy type.”
“He’s keeping it around in case there’s a need for it,” Heather said. “There’s plenty of room down here.”
“Sure is.” Adrienne stood straight, clearly reluctant to continue. She took a deep breath. “What about this Brody character, Heather? I know he grew up on the lake, but he’s a federal agent now. Doesn’t that freak you out a little?”
It freaked her out more that he’d grown up in Knights Bridge and had a past with her brothers, but Heather didn’t know why any of it should matter. He was one sexy guy, and she’d noticed. Better if she hadn’t.
“Heather?”
“Sorry. Mind wandering. I looked him up on the internet last night.”
“I did, too!” Adrienne covered her mouth with one hand, as if she were afraid she’d been too loud and Brody would hear her. “I wonder if he knows, being a DSS agent and all.”
That had occurred to Heather