Where There's Smoke. Kristin Hardy

about the project, it was enough to make him wonder about her. And wonder where the testing might take them.

      “Do you see any scarves your mother might like?”

      The clerk’s voice broke into his thoughts and Nick brought his focus back to the task at hand. There was plenty to think about there, too. “My mother’s not much of a scarf person,” he answered. At least not scarves that were more for looks than for warmth. On the other hand, why not? He’d come in with the vague idea that he wanted to get her something different, something other than a new plant or a sweater from L.L. Bean.

      Something that would surprise her, maybe put the spark back in her eye, the spark that had been missing since his father had died the previous spring.

      Somehow, though, a scarf didn’t quite seem likely to do it.

      “How about something to pamper her?” The sales clerk was twinkling at him, he noticed uneasily. “We have some nice bath sets with body gels and lotions.”

      “Not sure I want to go there. How about something else?”

      “A watch?” She led him from the small gift section over to the glass display cases.

      “I don’t think so.” A watch would be unnecessary at the Trask family farm; there, you simply rose before dawn with the shrieking alarm clock and worked until long after dark. He looked at the velvet-lined cases filled with rings and bracelets of gleaming metal. Shiny and cold and all so unlike Molly Trask. He’d never actually seen her wear jewelry anyway, except for the plain band of gold his father had given her. The band of gold she still wore. “Do you have anything else?”

      “Well, we’ve got—”

      “Hold on.” A warm, soft gleam caught his eye. “What’s that?”

      “Oh, good choice.” The clerk’s eyes brightened, this time in a decidedly mercenary fashion as she led him over to the far end of the case. “That’s our Vintage Collection, made by a local designer out of antique and rose gold. She does some really lovely pieces.”

      For those prices they ought to be, Nick thought, but there was a simple grace to the necklace that had first caught his eye. “How about that one?”

      She beamed. “Perfect. It’s a charm necklace. The artist has made a whole collection of birthstone charms that go with it.”

      Perfect, indeed. “That’s it,” he decided, reaching back for his wallet. “Let’s see…give me a charm each for October, May, January, September and December.” One for her, his father, his two brothers and himself. A reminder of family around her neck all the time. She’d like that, he thought. You needed family around when times were tough.

      And sudden guilt nipped at him with tiny, sharp teeth.

      He hadn’t left Vermont to hurt anyone. He’d left because it was the only way he could breathe. As much as he’d loved his family, he’d needed more than anything to find his own way. He’d always assumed they’d be there when he went back.

      He’d never expected his father to die so young.

      And yet, in its own way, firefighting was his way of honoring his father’s legacy. For as long as Nick could remember growing up, Adam Trask would drop anything he was doing at the sound of the town siren and rush to join the other volunteer firefighters to beat back flames.

      Nick remembered the day the siren had sounded when they’d been at the farm supply store: the exhilarating drive to the firehouse, the purposeful rush of the men as they’d leapt into the fire engine. Instructions to Nick to stay put had held only as long as it had taken the pumper to leave, then he’d jogged out into the street and down toward the scent of smoke. The mixed terror and pride of watching his father plunge into the burning building was still as fresh in memory as it had been that day. Seeing him hurry out, soot-streaked, with a young girl clutching at his neck, had filled Nick with a kind of baffled awe.

      Somehow, Nick thought as he signed the charge slip for the clerk, staying on the Trask farm to make maple syrup had never even come close.

      He walked outside, fishing in the pocket of his bomber jacket for his cell phone, flipping it open to punch up a number.

      The line clicked. “Gabe Trask.”

      “You owe me two hundred bucks,” Nick told his younger brother as he crossed the pavement to his Jeep.

      “You don’t say. You late on your car payment again?”

      “Nope. You said we’d split Mom’s present. That’s splitting it.”

      There was a short silence. “I left you with responsibility of picking Mom’s present?”

      “Yep.”

      “What was I thinking?”

      Nick unlocked his door and got in. “How to come out smelling like a rose with zero effort?”

      “Hey, I want a shopping mall, I’ve got either an hour drive over to Stowe or two hours down to Concord.”

      “You’re breaking my heart, here.” Nick hooked his phone up to the hands-free cord. “Listen, I just shopped voluntarily, thanks to you.”

      “Now who’s whining?”

      “Me.” Nick turned the key and the Jeep roared to life.

      “So what did we buy for her?”

      “A necklace.” There was a short silence. “Gabe, you there?”

      “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I just fell asleep from boredom for a minute there. Tell me you got something a little more original than a gold chain.”

      “Have some faith, will you? It’s a charm necklace made out of antique gold.”

      “Hence, the price,” Gabe said dryly.

      Nick checked behind him and backed out of the parking space. “It made me think of her,” he said simply. “She can wear it all the time under her clothes and it’s got a charm for everyone in the family.”

      “That’s not bad,” Gabe admitted. “Let me guess. A woman helped you pick it out, right?”

      An image of Sloane’s face flashed into Nick’s head. “Nope, not unless you count the clerk who took my money.”

      “Gee, my brother’s evolving in the big city. So are you going to bring it up for the party?”

      “I can’t make it to the party,” Nick said, stifling another stab of guilt. “I’ve got one more week until the promotional exam. I’ve got to spend every minute studying that I can.”

      Gabe cleared his throat. “Jacob’s not going to be happy.”

      “Now there’s a surprise.” There was a lot that didn’t make their elder brother happy these days and most of it centered around Nick. “I’ve put a year into this exam. I can’t drop the ball at the last minute. I’ll overnight you the present and you can take it to her. She’ll understand.”

      “I’m sure.”

      “Look, I’m sorry Dad died, but I can’t quit my job and move home.” The words were out before Nick could stop them.

      “And I didn’t ask you to,” Gabe said carefully. “You’ve got something to work out with Jacob, you do it with him, okay? I gave up being the go-between when I hit puberty.”

      Nick pulled up to the exit of the parking lot and watched the sweep of passing traffic. “Oh, I don’t know. You made out pretty well being a go-between when we were kids. In fact, I remember a couple of summers you extorted candy bars from me just about every week to smooth things over.”

      “Extorted is an ugly word,” Gabe said reprovingly. “I had a gift for working with people and you wanted to show your appreciation for my efforts. Who was I to say no?”

      “Particularly when you