An Engagement in Seattle

Ten

Lesley’s hand reached for Chase’s as the airplane circled Fairbanks, Alaska, before descending. She’d found the view of Alaska’s Mount McKinley, in Denali National Park, awe-inspiring. After living in Seattle, between the Cascade and Olympic mountain ranges, she thought being impressed by Denali was saying something. The tallest peak in North America rose from the land far below, crowned by a halo of clouds.

“Is it all so beautiful?” she asked as the plane made its final approach.

“There’s beauty in every part of Alaska,” Chase told her, “but some of it’s more difficult to see. More subtle.”

“I’m going to love Twin Creeks,” she said, knowing it would be impossible not to, if the area was anything like the landscape she’d seen from the plane.

Chase’s fingers tightened around hers. “I hope you do.”

They landed and were met by a tall, burly man with a beard so thick it hid most of his face. Beneath his wool cap, she caught a glimpse of twinkling blue eyes.

“Pete Stone,” Chase said casually, placing his arm around Lesley’s shoulders. “This is Lesley.”

“You done it? You actually done it?” Pete asked, briefly removing his wool cap and scratching his head. His hair was shoulder-length and as thick as his beard. “You got yourself a wife?”

“How do you do?” Lesley said formally, holding out her hand. “I’m Lesley Goodman.” Pete ignored her proffered hand and reached for her instead, hauling her against him and hugging her so tightly, he lifted her three feet off the ground. Lesley wasn’t offended so much as surprised. She cast a pleading glance at her husband, who didn’t look any too pleased with this unexpected turn of events.

“Pete,” Chase said stiffly. “Put her down. Lesley’s not accustomed to being manhandled.”

“You jealous?” Pete said, slowly releasing her. His grin would’ve been impossible to see beneath the mask of his beard, but his eyes sparkled with delight. “That tells me you care about this little slip of a girl.”

Being nearly six feet tall, Lesley didn’t think of herself as a little slip of anything. She couldn’t help liking Pete despite his bear-hugging enthusiasm.

“Of course I care about her. I married her, didn’t I?”


“You sure did, but then you said you was coming back with a wife if you had to marry yourself up with a polecat.”

“Lesley’s no polecat.”

“I got eyes in my head,” Pete said. “I can see that for myself.”

“Good. Now, is the plane ready or not?” Chase asked, picking up two of their suitcases. He didn’t look at Lesley and she sensed that Chase was annoyed by Pete’s remark about his determination to find a wife. She hadn’t accepted his proposal under any misconception. If she’d turned him down, he would’ve found someone else. She’d known that from the first.

Pete grabbed the two additional pieces of luggage and winked at Lesley. “The plane’s been ready since yesterday. I flew down a day early and raised some heck.”

“Okay, okay,” Chase muttered. He turned to Lesley. “Do you mind leaving right away?” he asked as they approached the four-passenger plane.

“No,” she assured him with a smile. She was eager to reach her new home, and she knew Chase was just as eager to get back. It would’ve been nice to spend some time in Fairbanks, but they’d have plenty of opportunity for that later.

“So,” Pete said to Chase after they’d boarded the plane, “are you going to tell me how you did it?” The two men occupied the front seats, with Chase as the pilot, while Lesley sat in the back.

“Did what?”

“Got someone as beautiful as Lesley to marry you.”

Chase was preoccupied, flipping a series of switches. “I asked her.”

Lesley was mildly insulted that he’d condensed the story of their courtship into a simple three-word sentence.

“That was all it took?” Pete seemed astounded. He twisted around and looked at Lesley. “You got any single friends?”

“Daisy,” she answered automatically, already missing her neighbor.

“Daisy,” Pete repeated as if the sound of her name conjured up the image of a movie star. “I bet she’s beautiful.”

“She’s divorced with two boys,” Chase said, “and she recently started dating a guy she works with, so don’t get your mind set on her.”

Pete was quiet for a few minutes; silence was a rare commodity with this man, Lesley suspected. “I figured you’d get yourself a woman with a couple kids, liking the little rascals the way you do,” he told Chase.

“Lesley suits me just fine.” Chase reached for the small hand mike and spoke with the air traffic controller, awaiting his instructions. Within minutes they were in the air.

Chase hadn’t told her he was a pilot; Lesley was impressed but not surprised. There was something so capable about him. So skilled and confident. She guessed that he was the kind of man who’d be equal to any challenge, who could solve any problem. Maybe that was typical of Alaskans.

“Won’t it be dark by the time we arrive?” she asked.

Pete laughed as if she’d told a good joke.

“The sun’s out until midnight this time of year,” Chase explained. “Remember?”

Pete twisted around again. “Did Chase tell you much about Twin Creeks?”

“A little.” Very little, she realized with a start. All she knew was that Twin Creeks was near the pipeline and that Chase was employed by one of the major oil companies. The town was small, but there weren’t any exceptionally large cities in Alaska. The population of Fairbanks, according to some information she’d read on the plane, was less than forty thousand.

“You tell her about the mosquitoes?” Pete asked Chase, his voice low and conspiratorial.

“Mosquitoes?” Lesley repeated. She’d considered them more of a tropical pest. There were plenty in the Seattle area, but the air was moist and vegetation abundant. She’d never thought there’d be mosquitoes in the Arctic.

“Mosquitoes are the Alaska state bird,” Pete teased, smiling broadly. “You ain’t never seen ’em as big as we get ’em. But don’t worry, they only stick around in June and July. Otherwise they leave us be.”

“I have plenty of repellant at the cabin,” Chase assured her, frowning.

“Twin Creeks is near the Gates of the Arctic wilderness park. Chase told you that, didn’t he?”

Lesley couldn’t remember if he had or not.

“We’re at the base of the Brooks range, which is part of the Endicott mountains.”

“How long does it take to drive to Fairbanks?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Pete admitted, rubbing his beard as he considered her question. “I’ve always flown. We don’t have a road that’s open year-round, so not many folks drive that way. Mostly we fly. Folks in Twin Creeks mainly rely on planes for transportation. It’s easier that way.”

“I…see.” Lesley was beginning to do just that. Twin Creeks wasn’t a thriving community as she’d originally assumed. It was a station town with probably a handful of people. All right, she could live with that. She could adjust her thinking.

“Twin Creeks is on the edge of the Arctic wilderness,” Chase said absently, responding to Pete’s earlier remark about the town’s location.

It was difficult to read his tone, but Lesley heard something she hadn’t before. A hesitation, a reluctance, as if he feared that once she learned the truth about living in Alaska, she’d regret having married him. But she didn’t. It wasn’t possible, not anymore. Their honeymoon had seen to that.

“What about the wildlife?” she asked, curious now.

“We got everything you can imagine,” Pete answered enthusiastically. “There’s caribou, Dall sheep, bears—”

“Bears?” She refused to listen beyond that.

“They’re a nuisance if you ask me,” Pete continued. “That’s why most of us have caches so—”

“What’s a cache?” Lesley interrupted.

“A cache,” he repeated as if he was sure she must know.

“It’s like a small log cabin built on stilts,” Chase explained. “It’s spelled c-a-c-h-e, but pronounced cash.”

“Bears and the like can’t climb ladders,” Pete added. “But they do climb poles, so we wrap tin around the beams to keep ’em off.”

“What do you store there that the bears find so attractive?”

“It’s a primitive freezer for meat in the winter.”

“I keep extra fuel and bedding in mine,” Pete said. “And anything else I don’t want the wildlife gettin’. You’ve got to be careful what you put outside your door, but Chase will tell you all about that, so don’t worry. We haven’t lost anyone to bears in two, three years now.” He laughed, and Lesley didn’t know if he was teasing or not.


She swallowed uncomfortably and pushed the thought out of her mind. “I think moose are interesting creatures,” she said conversationally, remembering Lori’s comment.

“We get ’em every now and then, but not often.” Once more it was Pete who answered.

By the time they landed, ninety minutes later, Lesley was both exhausted and worried. After they’d parked the plane in a hangar and unloaded their luggage, Pete drove them to a cabin nestled in a valley of alder, willow and birch trees. Lesley didn’t see any other cabins along the way, but then she wasn’t expecting Chase to live on a suburban street. Neighbors would have been welcome, but he didn’t seem to have any within walking distance.

“See you in the morning,” Pete said, delivering two of the suitcases to the porch. He left immediately, after slapping Chase on the back and making a comment Lesley couldn’t hear. She figured Pete was issuing some unsolicited marital advice.

“You’re meeting him in the morning?” Lesley asked. Chase had told her he needed to be back at work. But she’d assumed he wouldn’t have to go in right away, that he’d be able to recover from his travels first.

“He’s picking me up,” Chase said. “I have to check in. I won’t stay long, I promise.” They were standing on the porch and Lesley was eager to get a look at her new home. The outside didn’t really tell her much. She’d seen vacation homes that were larger than this.

Chase unlocked the door and turned to her, sweeping her off her feet as if she weighed no more than the suitcase. His actions took her by surprise and she gasped with pleasure when she realized he was following tradition by carrying her over the threshold.

Lesley closed her eyes and reveled in the splendor of being in his arms. They kissed briefly, then Chase carried her into the bedroom and they sat on the edge of the bed together.

“This has been the longest day of my life,” Lesley said with a yawn. “I could kill for a hot bath and room service, but I don’t think I’d stay awake long enough for either.”

“I’ve dreamed of having you in this bed with me,” he said in a low voice.

Lesley cupped his face and tenderly kissed his lips. “Come on. I’ll help you bring in the luggage.”

“Nonsense,” Chase countered. “It’s no problem. I’ll get it.”

Lesley didn’t object. While Chase dealt with their suitcases, she could explore their home. The bedroom was cozy and masculine-looking. The walls were made of a light wood—pine, she guessed—with a double closet that had two drawers below each door.

A picture was the only thing on the dresser and Lesley knew in an instant that the couple staring back at her from the brass frame were Chase’s parents. The bed was large, too big for the room, but that didn’t bother her. The floor was wood, too, with several thick, braided throw rugs.

There was a small guest room across the hall, simply furnished with an iron bedstead and a chest of drawers.

Moving into the living room, Lesley admired the huge rock fireplace. It took up nearly all of one wall. He had a television, DVD player and music system. She’d known there was electricity; she’d made a point of asking.

The furniture was homey and inviting. A recliner and an overstuffed sofa, plus a rocking chair. Chase loved books, if the overflowing bookcases were any indication. Between two of them stood a rough-hewn desk that held a laptop computer.

A microwave caught her eye from the kitchen counter, which was a faded red linoleum, and she moved in that direction. The huge refrigerator and freezer stood side by side and looked new, dominating one wall. Everything else, including the dishwasher and stove, were ancient-looking. She’d make the best of it, Lesley decided, but she was putting her word in early. The kitchen was often the heart of a home and she intended to make theirs as modern and comfortable as possible. From the looks of it, she had her work cut out for her.

“Well?” Chase asked from behind her. “What do you think?”

“I think,” she said, turning and hugging him around the middle, “that I could get used to living here with you.”

Chase sighed as if she’d just removed a giant weight from his shoulders. “Good. I realized as soon as I saw Pete that I hadn’t really prepared you for Twin Creeks. It’s not what you’d call a thriving metropolis.”

“I’ve noticed. Are there neighbors?”

“Some,” he answered cryptically. He held her close, and she couldn’t read his expression.

“Nearby?”

“Not exactly. So, are you ready for bed?” he asked, changing the subject, but not smoothly enough for her not to notice.

“I’ve decided I’ll have a bath, after all.” She planned to soak out the stiffness of all those hours cooped up inside planes.

“There’s one problem,” he said, sounding chagrined. “I don’t have a tub.”

Lesley stared at him. “Pardon?”

“There’s only a shower. It’s all I’ve ever needed. At some point we can install a bathtub, if you want.”

“Okay. I’ll manage.” A shower instead of a bath was a minor inconvenience. She’d adjust.

Chase needed to make a couple of calls and while he was busy, Lesley showered and readied for bed. Her husband of four days undressed, showered and climbed into bed with her.

The sheets were cold and instinctively Lesley nestled close to Chase. He brought her into the warm alcove of his arms, gently kissing her hair.

“Good night,” Lesley whispered when he turned off the light.

“’Night.” The light was off, but the room was still bright. She’d adjust to sunlight in the middle of the night, too, Lesley reasoned. But it now seemed that she was going to have to make more adjustments than she’d realized.

She rolled onto her side and positioned the pillow to cradle her head. She was too tired to care, too tired to do anything but sleep.

Chase, however, had other ideas.…

Lesley smiled softly to herself as he whispered in her ear.

“You know what I want.”

“Yes.” She slipped onto her back and lifted her arms to him in welcome. She did know what he wanted. And tired or not, she wanted the same thing.

Chase was awakened by the alarm. His eyes burned and he felt as if he were fighting his way out of a fog before he realized what he needed to do to end the irritating noise.

Lesley didn’t so much as stir. He was pleased that the buzzer hadn’t woken her. He’d like nothing better than to stay in bed and wake his wife and linger there with her.


That wasn’t possible, though. Not this morning. There’d be plenty of other mornings when they could. He looked forward to those times with pleasure.

Chase slipped out of bed and reached for his jeans and shirt. Wandering into the bathroom, he splashed cold water onto his face in a desperate effort to wake up. He’d report in to work, do what needed to be done and leave again. It shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes, an hour at the most. There was a chance he’d be home before Lesley even woke up.

He smiled the whole time he made himself a cup of coffee. He sat in the recliner and laced his boots, put on a light jacket and let himself out the door.

Pete was just pulling into his yard when Chase walked down the two front steps. He sipped from his coffee in its travel mug and walked toward his friend.

“Trouble,” Pete greeted him.

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t know.”

“It isn’t going to take long, is it?” Chase knew the answer to that already. Nothing was ever easy around the pump station.

“I gotta tell you,” Pete said to him good-naturedly, “your arrival back couldn’t have been more timely.”

Chase released a four-letter word beneath his breath. He’d wait an hour or so, call Lesley and explain. This certainly wasn’t the way he wanted their lives together to begin, but it couldn’t be helped. Too bad she’d learn the truth so soon.

Lesley woke to blazing sunshine. That was how she’d gone to sleep, too. She turned her head toward Chase, surprised to find the other half of the bed empty. Swallowing her disappointment, she tossed aside the covers and sat on the edge of the mattress.

Chase had parked their suitcases by the bedroom door. Lesley decided to unpack first, and by the time she was through, she hoped Chase would be back.

She dressed, then looked in the cupboard for something to eat. As soon as Chase returned, they’d need to do some grocery shopping. Since he’d been gone for several weeks, they needed to restock the essentials.

The phone rang while she was munching on dry cereal.

“Hello,” she answered enthusiastically, knowing it was likely to be Chase; she was right.

“Lesley, I’ve run into some problems here at the station.”

“Will you be long?”

“I don’t know. Do you think you can manage without me for a while?”

“Of course.”

“I can send Pete if you’d rather not be alone.”

“I’ll be fine, and I certainly don’t need a baby-sitter.”

He hesitated. “Don’t go wandering off by yourself, all right?”

“Don’t worry. With bears and wolves roaming around, I won’t be taking any strolls.”

“I’m sorry about this,” he said regretfully.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Chase, stop worrying, I’m a big girl.”

“I’ve got to go.”

“I know. Just answer one thing. We need groceries. Would you mind if I took your truck and drove into town and picked up a few items?” She eyed her bowl of cereal. “We need milk, eggs and so on.”

She heard him curse under his breath. “Groceries. I didn’t think of that. Hold off, would you, for a little while? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I know.” She was lonely for him already, but determined to be a helpmate and not a problem.

Another hour passed and she’d completely reorganized their bedroom. She consolidated the things in Chase’s dresser to make room for hers and hung what she could in his cramped closet. When Chase had a few minutes to spare, she needed him to weed out anything he didn’t need.

The sound of an approaching car was a welcome distraction. Hoping it was Chase, she hurried onto the front porch—to see Pete driving toward the house in his four-wheel-drive vehicle.

“Howdy,” he called, waving as he climbed out of the truck. “Chase sent me to check up on you.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“He had me pick up a few things on the way.” He reached inside the cab and lifted out two bags of groceries and carried them into the house.

“I could’ve gone myself.” She was disappointed that Chase didn’t trust her enough to find her way around. Just how lost could she get?

“Chase wanted to introduce you around town himself,” Pete explained. He seemed to have read her thoughts. He set the bags on the kitchen counter and Lesley investigated their contents. For a bachelor, Pete had done a good job.

“What do I owe you?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Chase’s friend responded, helping himself to a cup of coffee. “Chase took care of it. He’s got an account at the store and they bill him monthly.”

“How…quaint.”

Pete added two teaspoons of sugar, stirring vigorously. “Chase said you like to cook.”

“I do,” she responded. Since he didn’t show any signs of leaving, she poured herself a cup of coffee and joined him at the kitchen table.

“There’s plenty of deer meat in the freezer.”

“Deer?”

“You never cooked deer before? What about caribou?”

“Neither one.” Didn’t anyone dine on good old-fashioned beef in Alaska?

“Don’t worry. It cooks up like beef and doesn’t taste all that different. You’ll be fine.”

Lesley appreciated his confidence even if she didn’t share it.

“So,” Pete said, relaxing in his chair, hands encircling the mug, “what do you think of the cabin?”

Lesley wasn’t sure how to answer. It was certainly livable, but nothing like she’d expected. However, as she’d said to herself countless times, she’d adjust. “It’s homey,” she said, trying to be diplomatic about it.

“Chase bought it ’specially for you.”

Lesley lowered her eyes. That couldn’t possibly be true. He hadn’t known her long enough to have chosen this cabin for her.

“He’s only been living here a few months,” Pete went on. “He decided back in March that he wasn’t going through another winter without a wife, so he started getting ready for one. The first thing he did was buy this place and move off the station.”

“Do you live at the station?”

“Nope. I bought myself a cabin, too, year or so ago.

“Chase has lots of plans to remodel, but he wanted to wait until he found the right woman so they could plan the changes together.”

Lesley looked around, the ideas already beginning to form. If they knocked out the wall between the living room and kitchen, they could get rid of the cramped feeling.


“Chase did all right for himself,” Pete said, sounding proud of his friend. “I gotta tell you, I laughed when he told me he was going to Seattle and bringing himself back a wife.”

“Why didn’t he marry someone from around here?” Lesley asked. She already knew the answer but wanted to see what he’d say.

“First off, there aren’t any available women in Twin Creeks. He might’ve met a woman in Fairbanks—used to go out with a couple different ones—but he figured his chances were better in Seattle. And he was right!”

“I’m glad he did go to Seattle.”

“He seems pleased about it. This is the first time I’ve seen Chase smile in a year, ever since his father died. He took it hard, you know.”

Lesley pretended she did. Although she’d told him about her own parents, Chase hadn’t said much about his, just that they were both dead.

“So soon after his mother—that darn near killed him. He’s all alone now, no brothers or sisters, and he needed someone to belong to the way we all do. I don’t know that he’s ever said that, but it’s the reason he was so keen on marryin’.”

“What about you?” Lesley asked. “Why haven’t you married?”

“I did once, about ten years back, but it didn’t work out.” Pain flickered in his eyes. “Pamela didn’t last the winter. I hope for Chase’s sake you’re different. He’s already crazy about you, and if you left him, it’d probably break his heart.”

“I’m not leaving.” It would take a lot more than a harsh winter to change her mind about her commitment to Chase. She’d never taken duty lightly and she’d pledged before her friends and God to stand by Chase as his wife, his lover, his partner.

“Good.” Pete’s twinkling blue eyes were back.

“Chase sent you out to babysit me, didn’t he?”

Pete laughed. “Not exactly. He was a little afraid you were gonna get curious and do some exploring.”

“Not after the conversation we had about the bears.” Lesley shuddered dramatically.

“They aren’t gonna hurt you. You leave ’em alone and they’ll leave you alone. You might want to ask Chase to take you to the dump and that way you’ll get to see ’em firsthand.”

“They hang around the dump?”

“Sure do, sorting through the garbage lookin’ for goodies. We’ve tried plenty of ways to keep ’em away, but nothing seems to work and we finally gave up.”

“I see.” Lesley wasn’t impressed. “Has anyone thought to bury the garbage?” The solution seemed simple to her.

“Obviously you’ve never tried to dig tundra. It’s like cement an inch below the surface.”

“What’s wrong at the station?” Lesley asked, looking at her watch. It was well past noon.

“Can’t rightly say, but whatever it is will have to be fixed before Chase can come home. Trust me, he isn’t any happier about this than you. Chase isn’t normally a swearing man, but he was cursin’ a blue streak this morning. He’ll give you a call the minute he can.”

“I’d like to see the town,” Lesley said. She was eager to meet the other women and become a part of the community. It was too late in the year to apply for a full-time teaching position, but she could make arrangements to get her certificate and sign up as a substitute.

“Chase will take you around himself,” Pete said again. “It wouldn’t be right for me to be introducin’ you.”

“I know.” She sighed. “Tell me about Twin Creeks, would you?”

“Ah…there’s not much to tell.”

“What about stores?”

He shrugged. “We order most everything through the catalog and on the internet.”

“There’s a grocery store.”

“Oh, sure, but it’s small.”

Well, she wasn’t expecting one with a deli and valet parking.

“What’s the population of Twin Creeks?”

Pete wasn’t one who could easily disguise his feelings, and she could see from the way his eyes darted past hers that he’d prefer to avoid answering. “We’ve had, uh, something of a population boom since the last census.”

“What’s the official total?”

“You might want to talk to Chase about that.”

“I’m asking you,” she pressed, growing impatient. “A thousand?”

“Less ’n that,” he said, drinking what remained of his coffee.

“How many less?”

“A, uh, few hundred less.”

“All right, five hundred people, then?”

“No…”

Lesley pinched her lips together. “Just tell me. I hate guessing games.”

“Forty,” Pete mumbled into the empty mug.

“Adults?” Her heart felt as if it’d stopped.

“No, that’s counting everyone, including Mrs. Davis’s cat.”