"Actually, he wants to come visit." Ginny knew it was a mistake the minute the words were out of her mouth. Nana’s eyes lit up and Ginny turned away from them.

"That’s wonderful, dear. Maybe you two can work out your differences after all," she said. "Do you think he’ll come soon?"

Ginny ignored the question. "So what kind of vegetable soup do you have that you can just whip up?” she asked, changing the subject. It was always Phil with Nana.

"Well, there’s that soup I make with chicken. I can just leave out the chicken," she said with raised eyebrows. "Don’t you think that would be okay?"

Louise left the store early to start dinner and by the time that Ginny had arrived, the soup was simmering and Nana was tidying the kitchen.

"I’m going to take a quick shower," she called.

"Fine, dear," Louise called back.

Ginny undressed in her room and slipped a robe over her naked body, grabbing underclothes on her way out. She was running late and their guest was expected in fifteen minutes. She hurried down the hall to the spare bathroom, hearing Nana singing in the kitchen and she smiled. It seemed Nana was looking forward to their dinner guest much more than Ginny was. It wasn’t that she had taken an instant dislike to Kara Morgan or anything. In fact, she seemed quite charming. She just hated the idea of Nana finding friends for her.

She was dismayed to find that the tall woman was already seated on the sofa when she walked out of the shower. She gave an embarrassed smile and hurried past the door in her robe. Apparently Kara Morgan was timely, something Ginny had never been accused of!

Kara watched her run past, her eyes locked on the tan legs exposed beneath her robe. She smiled and turned back to Nana, catching the end of her monologue.

When Ginny finally joined them, Nana was serving wine like an expert hostess and Ginny nearly laughed out loud, knowing Nana had never served wine a day in her life!

"Hello. Sorry I’m running late," she said to Kara.

"No problem."

Ginny was again conscious of blue eyes following her across the room and she felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine.

"Kara’s from Seattle, too," Louise said to Ginny as she accepted the glass of wine from her as if she had done it numerous times before.

"Really? I’m afraid I don’t know anything about your work," Ginny admitted.

"There’s not much to know. I’m just an artist, not quite as struggling as I used to be," she admitted.

Ginny sipped her wine, thankful Nana had chosen one of their better bottles for the occasion. "Are you familiar with our area?" she asked.

"No, not at all," Kara said. "I came here for the first time in May and fell in love." Kara let her eyes rest on Ginny’s for a second. "How long have you been here?

"Since last October, although I’ve spent summers here since I was a child." Ginny glanced at Nana and knew that they were both remembering happier times from long ago.

Kara nodded and an uncomfortable silence filled the room as she wondered why she had accepted this dinner invitation. She normally liked being alone while she worked, hardly ever making friends along the way. She glanced at Ginny as she sipped from her wine and she wondered what this young woman was doing out here, alone and so far from Seattle.

"Ginny surprised me when she said she intended to buy the store and come live with me," Louise said, as if reading her thoughts. "Here I thought she was all ready to get married."

Ginny glanced at Kara and rolled her eyes. "I found out Nana didn’t really need taking care of," she said.

"No, but I would love great-grandchildren someday," she said.

Ginny hoped Nana wouldn’t start with that, but it was too late. The seed had been planted.

"Phil is a wonderful man, Kara. Why she left him behind in Seattle, I’ll never know," she said.

"Nana!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Are you married?” Nana asked Kara, dismissing Ginny with a wave of her hand.

"No. Never," Kara said.

"Never? What are you? Early thirties?"

"Thirty-four," Kara said. It had been a long time since she had to explain about her lack of a husband to anyone.

"Well, I hope Ginny doesn’t wait that long. She’s already twenty-eight. Her clock is ticking, if you know what I mean," she said.

"Nana, please," Ginny said quietly.

"He’s a fine man, Ginny. You can’t wait around for ever." She turned expectantly to Kara. "Isn’t that right?”

"I wouldn’t know about that. I’m not exactly looking for a husband," she said lightly, feeling the strain of this conversation with these strangers.

"No? Are you one of those independent feminists who thinks she doesn’t need a man in her life?" Nana asked, softening her words with a smile.

"Nana!"

A brief smile touched Kara’s lips and drained her wineglass. "I’m just happy being alone," she said quietly, feeling no need to explain herself. "I don’t really need a man to take care of me.”

Ginny met her eyes, trying to apologize silently and Kara accepted with a slight nod before looking away.

"In my time," Nana continued, "you were married by twenty or you were considered an old maid. I know women wait longer these days, but really, twenty-eight is long enough," she said.

"Nana!"

"Oh, all right. I just want you to be happy. Is that so hard for you to accept?"

"I am happy," Ginny insisted.

"Bull! You’ve been moping around here for the last eight months!"

Ginny let out an exaggerated sigh and raised her hands in defeat. "Shouldn’t you be checking on dinner?"

"Very well. I can take a hint. "Nana excused herself with only a slight huff.

"I’m sorry," Ginny said. "At her age, Nana just speaks what’s on her mind."

"It’s okay. She’s not the first to inquire about my marital status," Kara said lightly. "So, who’s Phil?” she asked, turning the conversation away from herself.

"That’s another story, I’m afraid."

"Running away?” Kara guessed.

"You might say that. Only don’t tell Nana. She’s convinced Phil and I will be married by Christmas."

"Your secret’s safe with me."

"I think I read an article about you in Northwest Magazine," Ginny said, again changing the subject. "Well, I skimmed the article," she admitted.

Kara met her eyes, wondering if Ginny remembered everything about that article. It had made no secret that she was a lesbian.

"I remember something about a mural you painted," Ginny said.

"In Yakima," Kara supplied.

"Yes. So, are you famous or what?" Ginny asked lightly.

"Not really, no. I have a decent following here in Washington and down the coast, but I’d hardly call me a household name. I’m surprised that you’ve actually heard of me," she said.

"I’m not really into the art scene," Ginny apologized.

"Not very many people are," Kara said.

"Dinner, you two," Nana called and Kara stood, thankful that the evening was nearly over.

"This looks good," Kara said as she filled her bowl. "I hope you didn’t go to any trouble. "

"What trouble?” Nana shrugged. "I just left out the chicken.”

Ginny met the amused eyes of Kara Morgan across the table and smiled. Nana really was a handful, she admitted. Especially when she wanted to be!

The conversation during dinner was polite, but sparse. Ginny tried her best to draw the dark-haired woman out, but most of her questions were responded to with one syllables words. She suspected Kara was not much of a talker, but she wondered if Nana’s earlier comments had offended her.

Kara made her escape as soon as she had helped clear the table. "I enjoyed dinner," she lied. "But I’ve got an early day tomorrow."

"Oh? Where to this time, Kara?" Nana asked.

"Lake Wenatchee," she said.

"It’s beautiful out there. Will you paint it?"

"I’ll sketch it first, see how it feels," she said. "It was nice of you to invite me out here. Thanks again for dinner. "

Ginny walked her to the door, feeling a need to apologize. "I hope Nana didn’t make you uncomfortable," Ginny said quietly. "Or offend you. She didn’t mean any harm."

"It was fine. I appreciate a meal out now and again," she said, forcing a smile. "Maybe I’ll see you around."

Ginny met her eyes, again astounded by their blueness as they peered into hers. "Maybe so. Come by for coffee anytime."

"Thanks. I will," Kara said and walked away quickly. She let out a deep sigh when she reached the safety of her own truck. She had never been good at social events, never been good with strangers. She knew she had only accepted the dinner invitation because Ginny Harrison had intrigued her. She laughed at herself now. Ginny had a very real boyfriend waiting in Seattle, a boyfriend Louise hoped would one day be Ginny’s husband. She drove away to the Dobson cabin, now hers for the next several months and put the younger woman from her mind.

CHAPTER FOUR

KARA STOOD AT the edge of the parking lot of Lake Wenatchee, clad in her normal shorts and tank top, her unopened sketchpad still shoved under her arm.

"Well, I think I’ve found the area’s hot spot," she murmured. Vacationers crowded into nearly every available space as multicolored tents dotted the shoreline and the lake itself was practically littered with boats. She could still sketch it, she supposed, but she was far too distracted now by all the clutter.

She let out a heavy sigh, thinking she should have asked Louise more about the lake last night and saved herself a trip out this morning. She went back to her Land Cruiser and sat with the door open, the map spread out across the steering wheel. Doesn’t have to be a lake, she thought. There were just so many small ones tucked into the mountains that she hated to miss any opportunity to capture one in the perfect light.