The King Triton by Sheyla Drymon

Author:Sheyla Drymon [Drymon, Sheyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-28T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Ethan Vergel was startled awake by the smell of smoke. With the experience he had gained from years of visual impairment, he got up from his bed and ran to the first floor, following the trail of smoke.

As soon as he reached the main floor of the motel, he located the source of the fire.

The kitchen.

At first he didn't understand why the kitchen was on fire, but thanks to his acute hearing, he heard the murmurs of two people.

“Fire!” he shouted as he opened the foyer windows so the smoke wouldn't suffocate them all. “There's a fire in my motel! What am I going to do?!” he shouted, leaning exhausted against the table in the lobby where he served the few customers.

The instant he yelled fire, there was a commotion in the kitchen, and the smoke stopped.

Ethan sighed in relief.

It was those two.

His only two guests were cooking something, and for a reason he could only imagine, they had forgotten either a pan or a pot on the stove.

After a few minutes in which he tried to catch his breath, he was no longer in a hurry; at sixty-seven years old, he could not run around the motel after waking up so abruptly in fear. The people who had caused the scare came out of the kitchen. For a blind man, there was no worse nightmare than to find himself in a house on fire; with the smoke, he could have lost his orientation and could be burned alive as he would be unable to leave his home.

“What were you doing in my kitchen? You almost burned down the motel!”

Mireilla felt guilty. The wall on the stove side of the kitchen was blackened; it would take a good coat of paint to erase the traces of her carelessness. She thought she had put out the fire because she was so nervous about being alone with Nathaniel, but evidently she had not.

“I'm so sorry. I was hungry. I was making an omelet and…”

“You should have been down for dinner at nine o'clock. In this motel, you have dinner at that time, not at dawn!”

Nathaniel saw the woman tremble and lower her gaze, and he answered the old man self-consciously.

“Don't ever address my woman like that again.”

Ethan blinked in surprise. This could not be the same Nathaniel that everyone in town knew. The man always kept his cool, showing a bit of character when talking to his friend and business partner. But now he was defending a woman.

A woman?! exclaimed Ethan in his mind, rubbing his hands together as he was the one who was going to win the bet that was in Nathaniel's name. Practically the whole town had bet that they would discover the type of woman that would attract the surly man.

He was going to win!

The woman who had trapped him into losing his temper like that was staying at his motel and had her picture with a photocopy of her passport when he asked for it, to formalize the contract for two months' lodging.

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