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She jutted her chin in the direction of the sink. “In the top drawer.”
Noah turned around and headed toward the drawer. He pulled it open, yanking out the kit and rummaging around until he found ointment and a large Band-Aid.
“Sit on the stool,” he commanded, nodding toward it. Sophie sat down and peered up at him as he bent over and began patching her up. His movements were gentle and precise as he placed the ointment on her hand and wound a white cloth bandage around it. “The burn is in an awkward place, particularly for a server. It’s going to be tender for a bit and you’re going to have to put ointment on it regularly so it doesn’t get infected.”
“Thanks, Noah. It was stupid of me to reach for the plate without asking about it. If it had been ready to be served you would have put it at the pass.” It had been foolish to just pick up the plate, but she’d been so annoyed with Noah that she hadn’t wanted to communicate with him. She’d been childish. The burn had been the result of her pride.
“We need to communicate better, since we’ll be working together.” He patted his hand against his chest. “I don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to me. I’m so sorry about earlier. I acted like a jerk. I hope you won’t hold it against me.” His eyes were filled with contrition. In one instant, Noah wore down her defenses. How in the world could she hold a grudge against a man who had bandaged her up so nicely?
“Got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” she teased.
“I’m not exactly a morning person,” he admitted. “I don’t function well unless I get my eight hours.”
“Well, here’s a little tip that I learned when I first arrived in town. At night, crack your window just a wee bit so you can get a dose of pure Alaskan air. If that doesn’t give you a perfect night’s rest, I don’t know what will.”
“I’ll take that advice, Sophie,” Noah said. “I better get back at it before the customers start a revolt. Gimme a few minutes for the eggs, sausage and pancake order.” After flashing a perfect smile, Noah turned back toward the stove and began cooking up a storm. Sophie stood and watched him for a few moments, admiring his strong arms and the powerful slope of his neck. Knowing she might be ogling him, she forced herself to leave the kitchen and head back to the dining area.
She felt as light as a feather. A sense of euphoria rose up inside her. Sophie felt as if she was floating on air.
All this time she had been hoping and praying to meet a man who gave her goose bumps. And now, out of the clear blue sky, it had happened. Kismet. A connection. The entire time Noah had been nursing her wound Sophie had been trying to figure out the sensations coursing through her.
Goose bumps! The same type Maw Maw had always told her about. And it came from an unlikely person. Despite the fact that he’d been an absolute jerk, Noah Callahan had given her goose bumps. Finally, after all these weeks and months, an Alaskan hottie had made her feel something worth rejoicing over. A real honest-to-goodness romantic connection. There was no doubt about it as far as she was concerned. For the first time in well over a year, she felt an earth-shaking, heart-pounding attraction to a man.
All of a sudden, she felt her enthusiasm come to a crashing halt. Hazel’s heartfelt words had forced her to realize that she had been reluctant to find love because of the lie she’d been living. And nothing had changed in that regard. She was still harboring secrets about her true identity and economic status.
Noah was a man who had come to Love in need of a job and a steady paycheck. Guilt threatened to choke her. She had never been in his precarious position. Even now she had a safety net—her father and a trust fund set up in her name. Noah was clearly just getting by in life and trying to put one foot in front of the other in order to keep himself solvent. It would be the height of irony if she became involved with a man who seemed to be struggling to make ends meet.
An uncomfortable feeling settled in Sophie’s chest. For a moment she found it a little hard to breathe. For so long she’d wondered why none of the men in Love had appealed to her on a romantic level, despite all their wonderful attributes. The truth was staring her straight in the face. Most of the men in Love held blue-collar jobs, and due to the town’s recession a few years ago, were working hard to stay financially afloat. A part of her had felt too guilty about her wealthy origins to fully commit to looking for a partner.
There was no getting around it. The fact that she was a billionaire’s daughter masquerading as a barista-waitress might not sit well with an average Joe like Noah. He was a working-class man who might not understand why an heiress was masquerading in an Alaskan fishing village as a waitress.
Dear Lord, please help me figure a way out of this mess. For the first time in what seems like forever, I feel a few stirrings in my heart. Noah intrigues me. But I’ve been living with this lie for so long that I’m frightened of what might happen if I tell the truth. I’ve built a life for myself here in Love and my friends have become like family. I don’t want to lose them. Please shine a light for me so I can find my way toward the truth.
Chapter Four
Noah whistled an upbeat tune as he readied himself for his shift at the Moose Café. Strangely enough, he was getting used to morning hours. He’d made it a daily ritual to go outside to Cameron’s back porch and watch the sun rise as it crept up over the mountains. This view was food for his soul. He inhaled a deep breath of pristine Alaskan air, then slowly exhaled. Noah had the strangest sense that he was exactly where God wanted him to be at this very moment in time.
Being here in Love reminded him so much of his upbringing in Homer. Sometimes Noah forgot all the wonderful things that made Alaska so magnificent. He now wondered if he’d deliberately suppressed those memories so he wouldn’t miss home so much. He had always been of the belief that the only way he could make his mark in the world was to leave the place he had always called home. Alaska.
But now he was beginning to wonder about that decision. Had he made things way more complicated than they’d needed to be? Could he have built up a successful security business right here in Alaska on his home turf? It was a complex question, one he needed to delve into at another time.
For now, he simply stood in humble awe and appreciation of the raw beauty of this land he loved so much. His gaze focused on the craggy mountains looming in the distance. The glistening waters of Kachemak Bay stretched out for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. The wintry climate invigorated him. A feeling of gratitude swept over him, as strong and sure as he was standing here.
Lord, I know I haven’t called on You in a very long time, but thank You for creating this rugged land, this place of unsurpassed grandeur. Thank You for reminding me of the beautiful masterpiece You created and for bringing me back to this place that’s so much a part of who I am.
By the time Noah arrived at the Moose Café, the restaurant was already lit with a warm, golden glow. Although the Closed sign was still up, the front door was unlocked, and as he walked in the tinkling of the bell heralded his arrival. He greeted Cameron and Hazel, who were sitting at a table drinking coffee and eating a few of the doughnuts he’d whipped up yesterday.
“Morning, Noah!” Hazel greeted him. She waved him over to the table. “Come on and sit with us for a spell. We don’t open up this joint for another twenty minutes, so we’re enjoying some downtime before the deluge begins.”
Noah always found himself grinning whenever Hazel spoke to him. She was a lively and warm woman who didn’t hesitate to speak in blunt terms. He liked her spunk.
“So, Noah,” she drawled. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Uh-oh,” Cameron said, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a lengthy swig from it.
“Ask away,” Noah said, instantly regretting his openness once Cameron began sending signals with his e
yes.
