Yeah, good idea.

Nick put ice on his sc.r.a.pe and sat on a chair in front of the cold woodstove. It was a cute house. Little. Nice location, except some SOB could walk in and toss the place without worrying about nosy neighbors. Rose didn't have an alarm system. His condo had twenty-four-hour security, cameras, proper locks, alarms.

Rose felt safe here because this was her hometown, and because until Lowell Whittaker had picked Black Falls for his country home, she had been safe here.

The ice was d.a.m.n cold. Nick pulled it off his head and considered standing up, but what if he pa.s.sed out? What kind of rugged smoke jumper would he be to the Vermonters about to descend? He'd fit Rose's stereotype of some rich Southern Californian who couldn't make it in the mountains of northern New England.

He heard her at the back door. "Nick? Nick, where are you?"

And A.J. "Hold on, Rose."

She ignored her brother and ran into the living room, immediately checking the b.l.o.o.d.y sc.r.a.pe just above Nick's right cheekbone, her hands soft, warm. "You're bleeding. d.a.m.n it, Nick, what happened?"

"I got hit in the head with a shovel. It's nothing to worry about."

"Who was it? Did you see-"

"I didn't get a good description. He was six feet tall, lean, white. Black gloves. Black hat and ski coat." Nick concentrated on Rose's face, her blue eyes as she stood back from him. She wore a sleek dark burgundy sweater and slim jeans, her tawny hair shining as she studied him. He forced himself to stay on task. "He had a ski tag on his jacket."

"Robert Feehan," she said without hesitation.

Nick wasn't surprised. A.J. eased in next to her, looking grim as the first of the police arrived.

Ten.

R ose did her best to keep her emotions in check with Scott Thorne and the two police officers from town who responded to Nick's call. Her house hadn't been tossed. The man who'd jumped Nick, presumably Robert Feehan, hadn't gotten inside.

As Scott and the two officers left through her front door, she could feel their mounting urgency to find Robert and talk to him. If he simply was in a panic, terrified because of Derek's death, then why? If he believed he was in danger, all the more reason to turn himself in to police and tell them what he knew.

Nick had refused even the idea of an ambulance, never mind a trip to the E.R. Rose wasn't worried about him. He was an EMT. He knew he hadn't been seriously injured. He'd started to build a fire, but A.J. had gruffly asked him to stay on the couch and was tackling the woodstove himself.

Her brother and her former lover were a strong presence in her little house, she thought as she went back to the kitchen. She pulled more ice out of the freezer and wrapped it in a fresh, soft towel.

"Maybe Robert thought you were breaking in," she said, returning to the living room.

Nick took the ice-filled cloth from her. "Why would he think that?"

"He's scared, on edge, because of Derek." She stood back from Nick and added, "Because of you and why you're here. Maybe he's afraid you're Jasper's firestarter, or one of Lowell's killers."

A.J. glanced back from the woodstove but said nothing. Nick placed the ice to his b.l.o.o.d.y sc.r.a.pe for half a second, then set it on the coffee table. "I don't need more ice, but thanks." His voice was even, unemotional. "How would either Cutshaw or Feehan have known about Jasper?"

"I didn't tell them if that's what you're asking," Rose said, not defensively.

"Just wondering if you have a theory. I didn't see his car on the road when I turned up your driveway."

"Scott says he must have parked in the small turnaround just past my driveway. You can't see it coming up the road. I use it when I can't get up the hill because of freezing rain, sleet or whatever."

Nick settled back against the soft cushions of her couch. "Feehan knew I wasn't an intruder," he said. "He didn't want to have to explain what he was doing here. I surprised him, and he smacked me with a shovel and took off."

Rose sat on a chair at the end of the couch. Ranger had taken the men in the house in stride and was curled up on his bed by the woodstove. Nick didn't look that bad for someone who'd just been ambushed on icy steps. She frowned at him. "You're lucky you weren't hurt worse."

"It wasn't luck," he said lightly. "Feehan just wasn't as good as I am."

"Ah. I see. So you don't have a concussion or need st.i.tches right now because of skill."

"You got it. If he wasn't here for trouble, why didn't he go up your driveway?"

"A lot of people don't like going up my driveway in winter."

"The guy teaches people how to downhill ski. He must be used to driving up mountains in snowy weather." Nick studied her a moment, his injury having no apparent effect on his ability to focus. "Why are you defending him?"

"I'm not. I'm trying to figure out what just happened. I have to keep an open mind."

A.J. adjusted the dampers on the woodstove. "You can't stay here alone, Rose."

She bristled. "The police are looking for Robert. He won't be back."

"Non sequitur," her brother said.

She shifted to Nick and attempted a smile. "A.J. gets even gruffer and bossier when he's worried."

"He's had a lot to worry about lately," Nick said quietly.

Rose jumped to her feet, ignoring both men as she sighed down at Ranger. "Well, fella, looks as if we're back at the lodge again tonight."

Nick rose smoothly, steady on his feet, and stood next to her. "You can stay here. I don't need to make the drive back to the lodge. I'll camp on the couch out here by the fire."

A.J. turned from the woodstove. "Is this okay with you, Rose? You know you're welcome to stay with Lauren and me at the house."

"I'm used to being on my own," she said. "It's probably a good idea for Nick to have someone within yelling distance, in case he's hurt worse than he thinks."

Neither A.J. nor Nick argued with her rationalization, which she didn't quite know how to interpret.

"I'll have your stuff sent over," A.J. said to Nick.

Nick thanked him and returned to the couch, and Rose followed her brother out through the back. The night air was frigid, but A.J. didn't seem to notice as he paused on the steps. "Having Nick Martini here is maybe half a notch better in my mind than you being here alone."

"He's not going to hurt me, A.J."

"That's not what I'm saying. What if Feehan's right and Cutshaw's death and Martini's arrival in Vermont aren't a coincidence?"

"We don't even know for sure if Derek was murdered-"

"Yeah, right," her brother said skeptically. "Why would Cutshaw have cared about Nick being in Vermont?"

"I don't know that Robert was telling the truth, or what Derek was thinking."

"Who else knew Nick was on his way to Vermont?"

"Sean did." Rose shivered in the cold night air. "Do you suspect him?"

"I don't suspect anyone. I'm asking questions." A.J.'s gaze narrowed on her. "So are you."

"Nick's asking the same questions," Rose said.

"Yeah. I know. Call me if you need anything."

She crossed her arms on her chest to stay warm. "This all will end, A.J. We can't beat ourselves up because we didn't figure out about Lowell Whittaker and his killers sooner. They wanted us to believe that Pop's death was an accident."

"Elijah knew it wasn't."

"In his gut, but it didn't do any good until he had more to go on. He wasn't here when it happened. He could put fresh eyes on the situation. He was almost killed the same week Pop died. He was tuned in, maybe."

A.J. looked out at Cameron Mountain rising behind her house, silhouetted against the night sky. "I've never wanted to live anywhere but here. I want my kids to grow up in Black Falls. I want them and Lauren to be happy and feel safe."

"They will, A.J. Black Falls hasn't changed."

Her brother turned back to her. "Have you, Rose?"

She hesitated, then said, "It's been a rough year."

"You can talk to us, Rose. Sean, Elijah, me," A.J. said. "Any one of us or all of us together. You know that, right?"

"Always."

"You know it, but you don't think you need to talk to anyone." He let out a heavy breath. "Keep me posted. Be careful."

"I'm sorry about this, A.J."

"It's not your fault."

She didn't respond, but she couldn't help wondering if somehow it was her fault. She watched her oldest brother head down the steps and get in his car, his movements brusque, his concern-his fear-palpable. He'd been quiet during dinner. Even Lauren had been unable to get him to laugh and join in on their talk about winter fest, the sugar shack, the Neals' return to Black Falls and when Jo Harper and Elijah would get married.

Suddenly aching with the cold, Rose quickly ducked back through the mudroom to the kitchen.

Nick was at the sink, rinsing a bloodstained dish towel. "If the blood doesn't come out, I'll buy you a new towel."

"I don't care about that," she said, kicking off her boots.

He grinned back at her. "Mountain woman Rose."

"I can still take you to the E.R."

"Nah. I'm fine." He left the towel in the sink. "I'm glad you weren't the one who surprised him."

"Me, too, unless he just wanted to talk to me."

"Yeah. Talk. He grabbed you this morning, pinned you against a tree and shoved you in the snow."

"He could have done worse, or tried. I'd have defended myself. I know the woods up here better than he does."

Nick shook his head. "Not buying it."

She came closer to him and took a look at his injury, noticing the dark stubble of beard on his jaw, two small scars, his tanned skin. She tried to focus on where he'd made contact with the shovel. "It's a pretty good sc.r.a.pe," she said, "but there's not much swelling. d.a.m.n, Nick. You really were lucky."

"Good," he amended with a wink. "I was good. I landed a solid kick-"

"It wasn't hard enough," she said, amused. "He still was able to run."

Nick put a palm to his heart in mock hurt. "Cut to the quick."

Rose laughed and pulled open the refrigerator door. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink? I have orange, grapefruit, tomato, pomegranate juice."

"So you weren't kidding about pomegranate juice in your martini. You like that stuff?"

"Yes, especially in a martini."

"Ha-ha. I'll just stick with water. I should call Sean back and fill him in."

"I'll call him."

She shut the refrigerator and went into her small back office. She'd arranged her desk to take advantage of the view of a giant, old sugar maple in her side yard. Ranger wandered in and sat at her feet, as if he were mystified as to why Nick hadn't left yet. She dialed Sean from her landline. Of her three brothers, he was closest in age to her but had left for Southern California ten years ago. She'd been out there more than a dozen times and understood its appeal. Her father never had, but he'd always kept Sean close in his heart and hadn't treated him any differently from his other children.

Not until last month, when she'd watched him fall in love with Hannah, who'd never lived anywhere but Black Falls, had Rose realized that he'd come to feel as if he stood apart from their family and his hometown. But he didn't stand apart and never had. She, Elijah and A.J. knew that, even if Sean didn't.

Elijah had left Vermont at nineteen, but for different reasons. He'd spent long months in war zones, risking his life. He'd b.u.t.ted heads with his father forever, but on some level they'd understood each other. Elijah had always wanted to come home to Black Falls. He'd never felt alienated from his family or his hometown.

Of course, Rose thought, she and her brothers had never discussed any of this among themselves.

Sean picked up immediately, clearly relieved as she updated him. "If Nick just got hit on the head, all's well. He's got a hard head." But her brother's gallows humor didn't last. "Do you have any idea what Feehan would want with you?"

"No, I don't," she said, aware of Nick leaning against the doorjamb.

"Does Feehan know about whatever went on between you and Cutshaw?" Sean asked her.

She took a sharp breath. "Sean-"

"Elijah and I guessed in January that something happened between you two. Rose, come on. Relax. No one expects you not to have lived. Why should you be perfect?"

"Maybe after this past year we're not as hard on ourselves as we once were."