Searching For Treasure (4 page)

"Why can't we start looking for the treasure tonight?" Brett asked impatiently.

"Because I said so,” Oscar replied with some asperity. "Tomorrow morning is soon enough to begin. Please, everyone follow me outside." He led them through a set of double French doors and to a lovely courtyard beyond. In contrast to the grounds surrounding the castle, this area had been neatly trimmed and landscaped. A small fountain sat in the center, the bubbling water sparkling brightly from the warm glow of hanging Japanese lanterns and a small scattering of patio torches. A table had been set up with snacks and an old-fashioned metal washtub was filled with ice and a variety of beers and soft drinks. In one corner, there were four musicians warming up their instruments.

"Everyone, may I present Max and The Oceana Boys, a very fine local dance band that I've asked to come out here tonight for your entertainment." With a nod to Oscar and a muttered, "one, two, one, two, three
,”
Max and his crew launched into an upbeat song.

"Hot damn, I love to dance!" Rose grabbed a surprised Henry by his arm and pulled him towards the area that had been cleared away for dancing. "Come on, Henry, let's show these kids how it's done." He didn't have to be asked twice.

"If you don't mind, Oscar, I think we'll pass
,”
Austin said with a scowl at the festivities getting underway.

"Not at all
,”
Oscar replied, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, tapping his foot to the music. "Feel free to walk around the grounds or browse through the library. Just remember, no actual treasure hunting until tomorrow."

With a sour look at his host, which Oscar cheerfully ignored, Austin walked over to Brett. After a brief murmured exchange they both left the party. Nobody missed them.

Mark was standing by the drink table and was smiling tolerantly at his grandfather who was cutting a rug out on the dance floor. Dana walked up to fish a soda from out of the tub. She stood with him in companionable silence watching the dancers, who besides Henry and Rose now included Jack and Grace. "Your grandpa is pretty light on his feet
,”
she observed.

"Yes, he does
n’
t miss a chance to dance, not if he can help it. He's a member of one of those senior citizen ballroom dance clubs back home."

"What about you?"

"Oh, no." Mark grinned self-consciously. "Least not like that. I can do the kind of dancing they have at school, though."

The Oceana Boys were now playing a soulful song, and Grace and Rose had both decided to sit that one out. Noah and Josie, who had not been very far from each other since dinner, took the opportunity to enjoy a slow dance.

Dana took her drink and sat down next to Oscar. He indicated the young couple in front of them. "Should I be concerned?" Oscar asked Dana.

"I don't think so. It's just two young people thrown together for the weekend. With no one else their own age around, it seems kind of natural to me. Josie is a sweet girl and while I may be biased, I think Noah is turning into a fine young man. I'm not worried and you shouldn't be either."

"Perhaps you are biased, but I'm inclined to agree with you. He seems a fine boy, polite, respectful, responsible, and well adjusted. Your parents must be very proud."

"They would be
,”
she said softly, "if they were still alive."

"
I’
m very sorry. Was it recent?"

"No. They were both killed in a car accident about nine years ago. Noah was ten. It has been just the two of us since then. I did the best I could to raise him."

"For what it's worth, from where I'm sitting, you did a great job." Dana smiled genuinely to Oscar.

"Thank you," she said. She remained silent for a moment before continuing. "Jack helped. Sometimes I think he did more for him than I ever could. There are some things about becoming a man that a woman can't teach. And shouldn't even try. Jack's been a best friend to me and a big brother to Noah. Sometimes even a surrogate father. I don't know what we would have done without him."

Oscar cast a shrewd glance at Dana who was watching Jack carry on a lively conversation with Henry about line dancing. To the uninitiated, the reference to ball changes, brush fan, jazz box and paddle turns sounded like a foreign language. But Oscar merely said, "It must have been tough."

"I suppose it was. I remember thinking so at the time. It doesn't seem so tough now. We got by. We still get by. I'm putting him through college now and soon he'll be on his own."

Jack looked up and caught Dana's eye. He grinned boyishly. "Hey, D
,”
he called, pulling Henry towards her. "Guess what? Henry is into line dancing, as well. He was just telling me his theory about which kind of music it should be danced to."

"All I was saying was that I thought line dancing to anything but country music takes away from the purity of it. When I see someone steppin' and stompin' to pop music, it makes my skin crawl."

Jack shook his head as they wandered away again. "Music is expression. Dance is expression. You shouldn't try to limit the experience by disallowing certain combinations."

Dana smiled at Oscar. "Knowing Jack that could go on for awhile
.”
Oscar laughed. "So how did you find Raven Keep Castle?"

"On the internet. It was posted as a property being sold for back taxes. As you can tell, it was left to fall into disrepair. The grounds had grown wild and the castle was beginning to decay. But I saw not what it was but all that it had been and the promise of what it could be again."

"You're a romantic, Mr. Gaston," Dana said.

"Oscar, please. I admit that I am."

"Is that why you opened it up to the public as a treasure castle?"

"No, frankly I needed the money. I'm an old man following his last dream and I love every minute of it, but it cost most of what I had to buy this place and make it
livable again. Good heavens, what are they doing?"

Dana looked to where he was staring. The band was now playing a fast-paced song and Jack and Henry were trying to teach Rose and Grace how to line dance.

"It's the Electric Slide, it's one of the easiest line dances to learn," Jack said.

For the last several minutes Dana had been catching furtive glances being cast her way by Noah and Josie, followed by whispering and giggling. Noah was up to something and had recruited Josie as co-conspirator.

Realizing that they had caught Dana's attention, the pair came forward sheepishly. "Dana, Noah was just telling me that you used to dance for a living."

Everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing and looked their way. Dana cut an irritated look at Noah. "That is a gross exaggeration. Jack and I used to enter dance contests to earn extra money. That hardly makes me a professional dancer."

Henry was clearly intrigued. "Were you any good?"

Jack grinned at Dana and bumped her playfully with his shoulder. "We won a few, didn't we D?"

"Oh, will you please show us?" Josie was wide-eyed innocence itself, but there was a mischievous glint in Noah's eyes.

He called to the band to play a requested song. As if just waiting to be asked, they began to play. The song selection was no accident. Dana and Jack had won a couple of competitions with this very song.

Jack seemed oblivious to the nuances Dana had been picking up, but she had a funny feeling Noah was setting them up for something. She just didn't know what. Jack led her out to the dance floor and they began dancing the familiar routine. As usual, they meshed together perfectly.

The first part of the song was danced in an energetic swing dance style. This was always their favorite type of dance and their eyes shone with the pleasure of it. Two-thirds of the way through the song, the music changed into a slow-dance bridge. Jack pulled her closer to him, their hips merged and they swayed and dipped to the slow, erotic beat. They had practiced this dance a hundred times.

This was the first time it took her breath away.

Dana felt a warm tingle infuse her body and she looked at Jack in startled surprise. Their eyes locked. If he was aware of the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her as a result of his closeness, he gave no sign. Still, without breaking rhythm, he managed to pull her even closer to him.
Funny
, she thought,
I never realized his eyes were so blue.

When the song neared its end, he spun her away from him once again into the swing dance style. So familiar was she with the dance that she didn't miss a step, but Dana wondered how she didn't fall over her own feet.

The dance ended with a flourish, with her bent backward over his arm. He stared down at her one second, two seconds, thre
e…
then he leaned forward and kissed her on the temple. They had always ended the dance the same way, but this time Dana felt the floor disappear from under her.

"Oh, wow, Dana. That was awesome!" Josie was beside herself in excitement. "I wish you were staying longer than this weekend so you could teach me how to do that."

Dana risked a cautious look at Jack, who looked almost as confused as she felt. She was slightly relieved that she wasn't alone in this strangeness. Noah looked smug.

The others were effusive in the praise they heaped upon their dance efforts. Dana barely listened and missed the knowing looks passed between Grace and Rose.
What is wrong with me
? She asked herself yet again. She knew what it felt like, but…
No! That’s ridiculous.

The party broke up a short time later and everyone went to their own rooms. Dana, however, was restless and unsettled. Finally, she gave up and did what she always did when she felt troubled. She set out in search of ice cream.

She knew her way to the dining room and deduced the kitchen must be one of the two doors that had been unopened during dinner. The dinner plates and serving dishes had all been cleared away, presumably by the unseen cook, or maybe by the ghosts, she thought facetiously. She picked the right door on the first try, and went into a large, old-fashioned kitchen, so clean the shine from it almost hurt her eyes.

Very little in modernization had been done in this room. The refrigerator easily dated back to the 1950s and the cook stove was even older. She found a chest freezer against the far wall, which Dana made a beeline for. It was the newest appliance in there. Judging from the avocado green color, it was probably as recent as the 1970s.

Digging through the freezer, Dana failed to find a carton of ice cream, but did find a box of ice-lollies. Unwrapping one, she took a more careful look at the variety of items the Cook had laying around her domain.

Her eyes widened in shock as they fell upon a genuine Kitchen Magician, circa 1870. She had never seen one outside the pages of an antiquing catalog. While Dana did not consider herself an antique enthusiast, her mother had been and she had passed on to her daughter a genuine curiosity about the current value of old things.

It always amazed Dana at how many once ordinary, common things were now worth high dollars to collectors. The Kitchen Magician, a handy gadget that was a dredger, grater, cookie cutter and much more, could fetch at least a thousand dollars, maybe more. She looked around and spotted an old coffee mill, floor mill, batter pail, and an actual nineteenth century hand-carved butter print, plus many other items. She knew that, conservatively, she was surrounded by at least three to four thousand dollars worth of collector items.

Making a mental note to tell Oscar at the first opportunity, Dana headed out the back door to sit on the porch. Despite the night air, it was still hot and muggy outside.

"Care for some company?"

Lost in her own thoughts, she had not heard Jack come into the kitchen. She popped the last of her ice-lolly into her mouth and looked through the screen door at him, a dark shape backlit by the kitchen light.

"Sure." She moved over to make more room for him on the stairs. He pushed open the screen door with a squeak. He sat down next to her and stared out at the grounds stretching into the darkness. Though not as neatly tended as the courtyard, compared to the front of the castle the backyard seemed relatively tame.

"It's nice out here
,”
Jack said.

"Umm-hmm."

There was a strange tension in the air and Dana was unaccountably nervous. After a long pause, they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Dana felt the tension dissolve in an instant. Something was happening to her and it scared her, but this was still Jack. And he was still her best friend.

Jack jerked his head in the direction he had been looking a moment ago. "What do you think that is?"

Dana peered into the darkness. "It looks like an old gazebo."

"Let's go check it out." Jack reached for her hand to pull her up and Dana felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her hand had been in Jack's numerous times throughout the years, in good times and bad: in dance class, at the funeral of her parents, at the hospital when Noah had his appendix removed, and the day her brother graduated from high school. So why had she never noticed how right it felt for her hand to be in his?