Wanting to be with him that way wasn’t new, but the feeling was more intense. She knew she was reacting emotionally to new information. But from his perspective, nothing had changed. That made her vulnerable. She wasn’t sure that was particularly safe for her.
After finishing her elephant ear, she walked around, looking at the different booths. There were people selling everything from handmade jewelry to CDs. A guy offered samples of local wild honey. A woman in a turban told fortunes. One band replaced another and the music continued.
Around eight, she ran into her sister. Dakota had Hannah in a stroller. The little girl grinned with excitement and waved at everyone she saw.
“Having fun?” Montana asked.
“Sure. This is one of my favorite festivals.”
“Is Finn still in Alaska?”
“Yes. He comes back tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him.”
“I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing.”
Dakota grinned. “That’s what he tells me. I have to say, I really like that quality in a man.”
“I would, too.”
They started walking together. Their progress was slow, as most of the residents of the town knew them and Hannah, and wanted to stop and talk about how the little girl was doing.
“Do you think we got this much attention when we were her age?” Montana asked as Eddie Carberry, Josh Golden’s seventy-something assistant, paused to play “where’s the baby” with Hannah.
“We were triplets in a small town,” Dakota said with a laugh. “We probably got a parade.”
“I wish I could remember it.”
“You could try past regression therapy.”
Montana shook her head. “I’m not that interested, but thanks.”
“Anytime. So what’s new?”
One of the advantages of being a triplet was understanding how the others thought. To anyone else, the question would have been casual. Practically a throwaway. But Montana knew better. “What’s up?”
Dakota widened her eyes. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
Montana moved her off the path and onto the grass where there were less people. “You want to talk about something specific. I can tell. What is it?”
Dakota drew in a breath. “There is some concern about what’s happening with Simon.”
Montana wasn’t even surprised. “Did you volunteer or lose the bet?”
“I offered to talk to you.”
Which was just like her family. Love came with worry and snooping. “There’s not much to say. I’m trying to convince him to stay because Mayor Marsha asked me to.”
“We know that part. But what about the rest of it?” Dakota studied her. “He’s an intriguing man.”
“Don’t let Finn hear you say that.”
“I’m not the one in love with Simon.”
“I’m not either.”
“Are you sure?”
Montana thought about the question. There was no point in lying—Dakota would be able to tell. “He’s a really good guy who’s overcome some scary stuff. I’ve seen him with his patients. He cares. He gives them all he has, but still manages to hold back, emotionally. He’s unreachable.”
“A handsome, scarred stranger who heals children and can’t be touched emotionally,” Dakota said lightly. “He’s like catnip.”
Something she’d thought herself. Great minds and all that. “I’ve never been a fan of catnip.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m doing okay. I’m not in love with him.”
“Could you be?”
Montana didn’t want to think about that. “He needs me.”
“He doesn’t sound like he needs anyone. You can’t save him.”
“Someone has to.”
Dakota’s expression turned serious. “No. They don’t. Montana, you give your whole self in relationships. That’s not always the best way to keep yourself from getting hurt.”
“He’s lonely.”
“He’s leaving.”
“I know that.” Simon had been completely honest about that. She knew that getting involved was dangerous, that given her history, falling for a guy like him could be a disaster.
“Do you?”
“Of course. He’s made that very clear. He’s going to Peru when he leaves here. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“It comes with the job,” Dakota reminded her. “We want you to protect yourself. Just a little.”
Because the reality was, Simon could break her heart. She could fall in love with him, only to watch him walk away.
“I want to help him. But you’re right—I have to be smart about it. And I am. I know how this is going to end.”
Dakota looked like she was going to say more, then sighed. “That’s all we can ask.”
“There’s my precious baby girl.” Bella Gionni, a local hairdresser in town, walked toward them. She crouched down to smile at Hannah.
“You’re ignoring us,” Montana pointed out, grateful for the interruption.
“I’ll get to you next,” Bella promised, cooing over Hannah. “She’s growing so fast. Is that a tooth?”
“She has a couple now,” Dakota said. “But even though she’s teething, she’s hardly ever fussy.”
“I’m going to go walk around,” Montana murmured.
“Are we okay?”
She smiled. “Of course. I know you love me. Sometimes it’s annoying, but mostly it’s nice.”