DEACONWhen I walked into the hospital about an hour after Emma left my house that morning, I definitely was feeling lighter than I had all week. The problems I'd left here the day before hadn't gone away-at least, I assumed that Ted was still in his room, trying to terrorize my staff-but I had a better outlook on everything in my world.Amazing what getting laid can do for a man.It wasn't just the sex, though thank you sweet Jesus for that because it had been incredible. No, I decided, it was mostly the reconnection with Emma, talking with her and feeling as if we'd finally managed to bridge that break that I'd created when I'd taken off for Slovenia. Suddenly, the future held more possibilities than it had for over a year. I'd just gotten to my office and shrugged off my suit jacket when Mira knocked at the open door. "Good morning, Deacon." Our head nurse was holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hand as she lingered in the doorway. "Hey, there, Mira!" I grinned at her.
DEACONAfter my conversation with Noah, I was both eager and apprehensive about seeing Emma. I wondered if she would pretend last night hadn't happened, if she was having regrets, or if she'd be embarrassed or . . . whatever. Women were so damn unpredictable. I wasn't sure what to expect. As it worked out, though, our paths didn't cross until later in the afternoon. We had a minor issue with a patient reacting to new meds, and that kept me busy for a couple of hours. And then Gram and Pop showed up to see Ted. I ushered them into his room, already braced for whatever vitriol he might spew at them. Gram was clutching her handbag tight, the only indication of her own tension, and Pop's jaw was hard. "Ted." I stepped into the room ahead of my grandparents. "My-uh, your parents are here to see you. Is it all right if they come in?" I hated giving him the option to turn them away, but Emma had taught me well, and I knew that giving someone a choice was always preferable whenever poss
EMMABy the time the sun went down that evening, tests had confirmed that Ted Girard was fighting off a massive infection. It had happened fast, but that wasn't unusual, not in someone whose cancer was as advanced as Ted's was. "All we can do now is treat what we can and keep him comfortable." Deacon stood next to his father's bedside, staring down at the slight figure. Ted had been non-responsive since his seizure, but the CT hadn't shown any visible brain damage. "What do you think?" I glanced up at Deacon's face as we moved into the hall. "What are his chances?" Deacon shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not great. But Ted's an enigma. If I expect him to die tonight, he'd probably pull through just to prove me wrong." He sighed and shook his head. "Will you think I'm a horrible person if I say I'm really disappointed that I'll have to take a raincheck on tonight? Ted's got crap timing. Always has." I laughed softly. "No. You're allowed to have mixed feelings about this man, D
DEACON"Well, Ted, welcome back to the oncology floor." I leaned against the doorjamb outside my father's hospital room. He was propped up in the bed, looking much better than anyone in his condition had a right to be. After a week in the ICU during which we thought we were losing him more than once, Ted had taken a sudden turn for the better. His improvement had been rapid and unexplainable. "Sometimes it happens like this," one of the doctors up there had observed to me, shrugging. "They surprise us." Now whether this was a pleasant surprise or not, I hadn't decided. My father watched me with shrewd eyes as I came into his room. "I wasn't sure I was going to see you alert again. But here you are." Ted grinned. "Heaven won't have me, and the devil's afraid if I get down there, I'll take over and run the damn place into the ground." He coughed and adjusted the nasal cannula. "Guess I'm like a bad penny, boy. You just ain't getting rid of me yet." "Yeah, well, you're not ou
EMMAEverything was perfect in my cabin. I'd closed the curtains just enough to keep the light at a minimum. I had candles burning over almost every surface, and I was diffusing my favorite lavender oil through the air. Soft music played over my speakers, strategically placed around the cabin.Deacon had texted about twenty minutes ago that he was leaving the hospital. I'd rushed to finish the last-minute touches and then carefully dressed in my special outfit: a sheer, flowy dress that hugged my boobs and just barely skimmed the middle of my thighs, under which I wore exactly nothing. No bra, no panties . . . just me, carefully groomed and lotioned for the activity I'd planned for us. I heard Deacon's truck pulling up along my gravel drive, and my stomach flipped over into a series of somersaults. I hoped he was going to like this, but I wasn't sure. I was taking a risk. I stood just behind the sofa, listening to his footsteps on the porch. The front door opened, and he stepped
EMMA"Well, I'm never going to forget this day, that's for sure." Standing in the kitchen with me, chopping vegetables, my mother reached for her glass of wine and took a sip. "I mean, honey, that was just . . . the look on your face when you opened the front door. And then poor Deacon comes out of your room, and there's the both of you, looking just a mess, and there's still candles and music and that table in the middle of the room . . .""You know, Mom, I was there." I closed my eyes, mortification still fresh. "And that happened, like, three hours ago. Believe me when I say it's too soon for me to laugh about my parents nearly walking in on me with . . ." With my knife, I pointed toward my back deck, where we could hear the men's voices. Deacon and my dad were manning the grill, because my father claimed that was a necessary part of male bonding, and he wanted to get to know Deacon. As he'd passed by me in the kitchen, picking up a spatula and oil, Deacon had murmured in my e
DEACON"What do you think he's going to do?" It was early in the morning, and outside Emma's cabin, I could hear the sounds of the world waking up. The sun was rising, and birds were chirping. In the far-off distance, I heard a rooster crowing at a neighboring farm. Inside the cabin, though, it was quiet and peaceful. I lay in Emma's bed, my arms wrapped around her as my chest pressed into her back. "Who?" I asked, although I had a good idea about what she was asking."Ted." Emma rolled in my arms to face me. Her hair tangled and fell into her eyes, giving me the perfect excuse to brush it away and wrap one silky strand around my finger. "Mmm. I don't know." I stretched, dropping onto my back and easing her head onto my chest. "But I did what I did very intentionally. I followed the advice of a very wise naturopath who often tells me that giving patients a choice, even if it's between two things they don't really want, offers a sense of autonomy. Makes them feel like partners
DEACON"Gone?" I replied dumbly. "He . . . died?" I knew it was a possibility. He'd been in the ICU for a while, and there was always the chance of a pulmonary embolism, or something we hadn't picked up yet, or even a heart attack . . ."No. He left. There was some kind of kerfuffle with Mrs. Wilkie-it wasn't anything serious, just an alarm they couldn't get turned off-and then just now, Andi went in to take Ted's vitals, and the bed was empty. He'd disconnected all the IVs, the oxygen . . . his bag isn't in the closet." "Oh." I stood there for a few moments, frozen to the spot. "Okay. Well, I guess that was his way of giving me his answer on treatment, huh?" Darcy laid her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry, Deacon." Mira sighed. "I am, too. For all that I didn't want to hope Ted would do the right thing, I guess I did, after all. I wanted him to stick around long enough to give Anna and Jimmy some peace. But that's not going to happen." "It's okay." I managed a smile. "Really, Mira