1105 Yakima Street - Debbie Macomber [5]
“Would you like to come in?” Nate asked, again clasping her elbow as though he feared she might crumple onto the pavement.
Without answering, she accompanied him up the walkway to the steps.
“I do my best to keep the place neat, but you have to remember I’m a guy and housekeeping is low on my priority list.”
“I’ll remember,” she said, managing a glimmer of a smile.
The house wasn’t in bad shape. A few newspapers and magazines were scattered about but the sink was empty of dirty dishes and the living room free of clutter. The furniture, large and dark, wasn’t anything she would’ve purchased, but it would suffice.
“Let me show you the extra bedroom,” Nate said, steering her down the long hallway. He chuckled.
“What?” she asked, curious about what he found so amusing.
“I promised there’d be nothing romantic between us, and the first thing I do is take you to the bedroom.” He shook his head. “Sorry, the irony was too much for me.”
Rachel laughed softly. “I guess it does sound rather…compromising.”
The room he showed her was pretty basic. It might have been a hotel room for all the personality it revealed. A bed, a dresser and a nightstand were the only furniture. There wasn’t a picture on the wall or any indication that someone else had once occupied the room. The bedspread looked worn and was probably one Bob had purchased years before.
“Like I said, it’s nothing fancy.”
“Where’s your bedroom?” she asked, noting the number of doors leading off the hallway.
“Upstairs. Both of the other bedrooms are.”
That meant it wasn’t likely they’d run into each other in the middle of the night, which made her feel a little less guilty about the prospect of deceiving her husband.
“So,” he said, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, “what do you think?”
“I…” She paused. Again, she imagined what Bruce would say if he found out where she was living. That would definitely complicate an already complicated situation. But then, as Nate had said, she didn’t need to tell Bruce the whole truth—at least, not right away. He only had to be told one thing: that she was safe.
“You really are a good friend, aren’t you?” She meant that. She believed in his genuineness, even though he’d been hurt by her choice of Bruce over him.
He grinned. “Anything for you, Rachel, you know that.”
“All right, I’ll do it. You’ve got yourself a housemate—but on one condition.”
“Sure.”
She met his eyes. “You can’t tell anyone I’m living here. No one, okay?”
Frowning, Nate rubbed his chin. “Since it’s Bob’s house I can’t keep it a secret from him, and I feel I should say something to Emily, but I can ask them not to mention it to anyone else.”
“Fine, you can tell Bob and Emily, as long as they’re willing to be discreet.”
“I’ll make that clear. But who do you expect me—or them—to tell?” he asked.
“Your friends. Or their friends. You’d be amazed at how quickly word gets around in Cedar Cove. You might casually mention it to one of your navy buddies and that person might know Bruce and an hour later my husband will show up on the doorstep. Bruce isn’t an aggressive or violent man, but he wouldn’t take kindly to the two of us sharing a house.”
“Okay, deal.” Nate extended his hand.
“I’ll keep my end of the bargain, as well,” she promised, shaking his hand. “I’ll do my best to be a good housemate. I’ll pay my rent on time and—”
“I wasn’t worried about it, Rachel,” he broke in. “I guess you can’t tell Teri, can you?”
Now, that was going to be painful. Rachel told Teri everything. She was her closest friend and had been for years. But Nate was right; she couldn’t leak