Amy regained her wits as she did her breathโslowly. The warm weight of Riley Sinclair anchored her where she lay. Was he the anchor sheโd beenseeking all her life? The person with whom she could put down roots?Her heart, so recently slowed to normal, gave a leap. She wouldnโt make the mistake sheโd seen so many of her friends make, that of thinking one night of good sexโokay, mind-numbing sexโmeant happily ever after.She tightened her arms around Rileyโs shoulders, still not sure of her own emotions, let alone his.โYouโre thinking too hard.โ She gave a start. โWhat?โHe pushed himself up onto his forearms and cradled her face in his hands. โI guess I know you better than I thought. Right now youโre trying to decide if this means we know what weโre doing.โโHome builder, child rearer and now mind reader?โ She ran her hands up and down his arms. โOr are you thinking the same thing?โโI wonโt be capable of rational thought for a while yet.โShe smiled and stared at his chin to avoid
โIโm going to be tied up most of the day,โ Riley said. โSo I donโt know if Iโll be able to call you until late.โShe smiled sadly. โYou donโt need to call me. Weโll see each other at the office Monday. Iโm not that insecure that I have to hear your voice and know where you are every day.โ Ha. Liar.โAre you telling me you donโt want me to call?โWith a groan and a laugh, Amy shook her head. โI guess I deserved that, but no, thatโs not what Iโm saying. If you want to call me and have time, Iโd love to hear from you. If you donโt have the time, or merely donโt want to call, I promise not to take your lack of calling as a personal rejection. Howโs that?โHe chuckled. โI think youโre right. I think we donโt know each other as well as we thought we did. Iโm going to leave now, before I make an even bigger ass of myself.โAmy sighed and watched him through her window until he drove out of her parking lot. Then she slid to the floor, exhausted. She had gone from letting Marvaโs beauty consul
โGood morning.โShe barely bit back the shriek that threatened at the scare his voice gave her when she hadnโt realized heโd come in. โGood morning,โ she managed. She stared at her computer screen and typed in her password to log on.His footsteps crossed from the door to her desk. He stopped there. โI called you last night,โ he said quietly.Amyโs stomach clenched. โDid you?โ โSeveral times.โShe could see his hand resting on the edge of her desk. โI must have been out.โ Heaven help her, sheโd turned into a liar, she thought with dismay.โAmy, will you look at me?โShe had to. She knew she had to. She even wanted to. Maybe. Sort of. She swallowed, wishing she knew what to do, what she wanted, what was best for them. If there was a them.Slowly she raised her gaze. โRiley, IโฆโโDonโt, Amy. If itโs this hard for you even to look at me, I guess we have a bigger problem than moving too fast.โโIโm sorry. I donโt know what to say. I donโt know what to do. Iโm driving myself crazy here.โH
All the way to the hospital on the hill at the south edge of town Amy kept her mind blank. She couldnโt allow herself to think. She scarcely allowed herself to breathe. An accident. Riley. Deer. Truck. Ditch. The words hurled themselves at her one after the other, like heat-seeking missiles.At the last stop sign before the hill, she hit her brakes too hard and her tires slid across the intersection. She was lucky no other cars were coming. She held her breath until the car straightened out, then eased up the hill and skated into the parking lot of the hospital.With a prayer on her lips, she rushed into the hospital and demanded to see Riley.They told her she should sit down. They told her it shouldnโt be long.They told her she had to wait.She told them, โPoint me toward Riley Sinclair right this minute and you might live to see the end of your shift.โโSecurity!โโOh, for heavenโs sake,โ Amy said as she started down the hall. โIf youโve got a security guard here in the middle of
โOkay, bring them to the den. Weโll let him sit in his recliner while we doctor him,โ Amy suggested. She craned her neck to peer down the hall.Seeing no sign of Riley, she led the girls a few feet away into the kitchen and gave them a conspiratorial wink.โHereโs the deal, girls. Your daddyโs barely hurt at all. No more than one of you falling off your bicycle and getting a few scrapes.โPammy poked out her lower lip. โAre you sure?โโIโm sure. I was there in the hospital when the doctor checked him over.He does have stitches on the side of his head, but not much else. But the thing is, guys are different than girls. Guys are bigger and stronger than we are. At the same time, when they get the least little scrape, or catch a cold, they turn into helpless babies. They need help with every little thing.โThat got a round of smiles out of the girls.โIโm telling you this so you wonโt worry about your daddy just because he moans and groans now and then over his aches and pains. Itโs jus
The rest of the week until Christmas passed in a blur. Amy spent much of it with Riley and his girls.There were errands to run. There was more shopping to do, both in town and beyond. There were videos to rent and watch and a movie to see in Waco. There were friends and neighbors to meet.Amy wondered what those friends and neighbors thought of Rileyshowing up with her, but they were all friendly. They were especially nice when Riley told them that she had served with Brenda. That served as a good, acceptable reason for them to be together without too much overt speculation.They were seldom alone, she and Riley. There was little time for it with the girls always around. But Amy didnโt mind. There was always time for a few heated kisses when they werenโt looking, or after their bedtime if Amy drove herself home.She had her own last-minute Christmas things to take care of, too.Things she could not do around Riley or his girls. But with a few phone calls, a quick trip here and there
โHowโฆ? Whenโฆ?โโBrenda had the photo with her. She knew she wanted to do something, but all she could think of was to blow it up. I ran across a guy on the Internet who does oil paintings from photos. I thought she would like that.โโWhat is it, Daddy?โ Jasmine asked. He couldnโt move.โItโs us,โ Pammy cried. โMama and us girls in the backyard.โIt had always been one of Rileyโs favorite pictures of Brenda and the girls. In fact he had a copy of it right now in his wallet. Brenda, sitting in the grass, with Pammy and Jasmine on either side and Cindy in her lap. He had taken the picture himself just before Brenda shipped out, nearly two years ago.The artist had enlarged it and copied it in oil. It was perhaps the most beautiful portrait heโd ever seen. His vision blurred.โLemme see, Daddy, lemme see,โ Cindy cried.When he finally looked up at Amy, he didnโt know what to say.She leaned toward him and kissed each of his eyelids, then his mouth. โMerry Christmas, Riley.โAmy was gratif
It had been a long two years, but Wade Harrison was grateful for every second of that time. He was lucky to be alive, and he knew it. He knew, too, that he wouldnโt have survived if not for the death of a stranger and his generous gift. He owed his life not only to his team of doctors, nurses and therapists, but also to a man named James Donald McCormick, whoโd had the guts to sign an organ donor card.Wade wasnโt supposed to know the name of the man whose heart now beat inside his chest, but money and tenacity could find out just about anything, and Wade had plenty of both and wasnโt ashamed to use either. The least he could do was make certain McCormickโs family was getting along all right.Funny, he thought as he stood on Main Street in Tribute, Texas, and looked up at the neon sign that read Dixieโs Diner. He hadnโt been this nervous when heโd chaired his first board meeting, yet here he stood, palms sweaty and stomach jumpy. To give himself a minute, he plunked coins into the mac
โHowโฆ? Whenโฆ?โโBrenda had the photo with her. She knew she wanted to do something, but all she could think of was to blow it up. I ran across a guy on the Internet who does oil paintings from photos. I thought she would like that.โโWhat is it, Daddy?โ Jasmine asked. He couldnโt move.โItโs us,โ Pammy cried. โMama and us girls in the backyard.โIt had always been one of Rileyโs favorite pictures of Brenda and the girls. In fact he had a copy of it right now in his wallet. Brenda, sitting in the grass, with Pammy and Jasmine on either side and Cindy in her lap. He had taken the picture himself just before Brenda shipped out, nearly two years ago.The artist had enlarged it and copied it in oil. It was perhaps the most beautiful portrait heโd ever seen. His vision blurred.โLemme see, Daddy, lemme see,โ Cindy cried.When he finally looked up at Amy, he didnโt know what to say.She leaned toward him and kissed each of his eyelids, then his mouth. โMerry Christmas, Riley.โAmy was gratif
The rest of the week until Christmas passed in a blur. Amy spent much of it with Riley and his girls.There were errands to run. There was more shopping to do, both in town and beyond. There were videos to rent and watch and a movie to see in Waco. There were friends and neighbors to meet.Amy wondered what those friends and neighbors thought of Rileyshowing up with her, but they were all friendly. They were especially nice when Riley told them that she had served with Brenda. That served as a good, acceptable reason for them to be together without too much overt speculation.They were seldom alone, she and Riley. There was little time for it with the girls always around. But Amy didnโt mind. There was always time for a few heated kisses when they werenโt looking, or after their bedtime if Amy drove herself home.She had her own last-minute Christmas things to take care of, too.Things she could not do around Riley or his girls. But with a few phone calls, a quick trip here and there
โOkay, bring them to the den. Weโll let him sit in his recliner while we doctor him,โ Amy suggested. She craned her neck to peer down the hall.Seeing no sign of Riley, she led the girls a few feet away into the kitchen and gave them a conspiratorial wink.โHereโs the deal, girls. Your daddyโs barely hurt at all. No more than one of you falling off your bicycle and getting a few scrapes.โPammy poked out her lower lip. โAre you sure?โโIโm sure. I was there in the hospital when the doctor checked him over.He does have stitches on the side of his head, but not much else. But the thing is, guys are different than girls. Guys are bigger and stronger than we are. At the same time, when they get the least little scrape, or catch a cold, they turn into helpless babies. They need help with every little thing.โThat got a round of smiles out of the girls.โIโm telling you this so you wonโt worry about your daddy just because he moans and groans now and then over his aches and pains. Itโs jus
All the way to the hospital on the hill at the south edge of town Amy kept her mind blank. She couldnโt allow herself to think. She scarcely allowed herself to breathe. An accident. Riley. Deer. Truck. Ditch. The words hurled themselves at her one after the other, like heat-seeking missiles.At the last stop sign before the hill, she hit her brakes too hard and her tires slid across the intersection. She was lucky no other cars were coming. She held her breath until the car straightened out, then eased up the hill and skated into the parking lot of the hospital.With a prayer on her lips, she rushed into the hospital and demanded to see Riley.They told her she should sit down. They told her it shouldnโt be long.They told her she had to wait.She told them, โPoint me toward Riley Sinclair right this minute and you might live to see the end of your shift.โโSecurity!โโOh, for heavenโs sake,โ Amy said as she started down the hall. โIf youโve got a security guard here in the middle of
โGood morning.โShe barely bit back the shriek that threatened at the scare his voice gave her when she hadnโt realized heโd come in. โGood morning,โ she managed. She stared at her computer screen and typed in her password to log on.His footsteps crossed from the door to her desk. He stopped there. โI called you last night,โ he said quietly.Amyโs stomach clenched. โDid you?โ โSeveral times.โShe could see his hand resting on the edge of her desk. โI must have been out.โ Heaven help her, sheโd turned into a liar, she thought with dismay.โAmy, will you look at me?โShe had to. She knew she had to. She even wanted to. Maybe. Sort of. She swallowed, wishing she knew what to do, what she wanted, what was best for them. If there was a them.Slowly she raised her gaze. โRiley, IโฆโโDonโt, Amy. If itโs this hard for you even to look at me, I guess we have a bigger problem than moving too fast.โโIโm sorry. I donโt know what to say. I donโt know what to do. Iโm driving myself crazy here.โH
โIโm going to be tied up most of the day,โ Riley said. โSo I donโt know if Iโll be able to call you until late.โShe smiled sadly. โYou donโt need to call me. Weโll see each other at the office Monday. Iโm not that insecure that I have to hear your voice and know where you are every day.โ Ha. Liar.โAre you telling me you donโt want me to call?โWith a groan and a laugh, Amy shook her head. โI guess I deserved that, but no, thatโs not what Iโm saying. If you want to call me and have time, Iโd love to hear from you. If you donโt have the time, or merely donโt want to call, I promise not to take your lack of calling as a personal rejection. Howโs that?โHe chuckled. โI think youโre right. I think we donโt know each other as well as we thought we did. Iโm going to leave now, before I make an even bigger ass of myself.โAmy sighed and watched him through her window until he drove out of her parking lot. Then she slid to the floor, exhausted. She had gone from letting Marvaโs beauty consul
Amy regained her wits as she did her breathโslowly. The warm weight of Riley Sinclair anchored her where she lay. Was he the anchor sheโd beenseeking all her life? The person with whom she could put down roots?Her heart, so recently slowed to normal, gave a leap. She wouldnโt make the mistake sheโd seen so many of her friends make, that of thinking one night of good sexโokay, mind-numbing sexโmeant happily ever after.She tightened her arms around Rileyโs shoulders, still not sure of her own emotions, let alone his.โYouโre thinking too hard.โ She gave a start. โWhat?โHe pushed himself up onto his forearms and cradled her face in his hands. โI guess I know you better than I thought. Right now youโre trying to decide if this means we know what weโre doing.โโHome builder, child rearer and now mind reader?โ She ran her hands up and down his arms. โOr are you thinking the same thing?โโI wonโt be capable of rational thought for a while yet.โShe smiled and stared at his chin to avoid
She chuckled at his thick Gypsy accent. โGood point. However, they never predict a woman will meet a man whoโs short, pale and ugly, either. Heโs always tall, dark and handsome.โBy tacit agreement, the talk did not return to the subject of we. They finished their dessert, then drove to a nearby multiplex movie theater. They couldnโt decide which movie to see. In the end, they nixed the love story, the romantic comedy, the family Christmas movie, the war epic, and went for the movie with no elements that spoke to their personal situationโa safe, sensible science-fiction action thriller.It was just their luck that there was a hot, erotic love scene near the end of the movie. The kind of scene that sent hot blood pulsing in intimate places. Riley and Amy both stared studiously at the screen, each making certain not to catch the otherโs eye. But they would probably have bruises from the tightness of their grip on each otherโs hand.They were silent on the way home. Not even the radio br
โIโm learning that,โ she said. โErnie the mailman says Jack over at the hardware store drank too much and wrecked his daddyโs car last week.โโYup. And he had Ernieโs cousinโs daughter with him. Which explains why Ernieโs telling everyone in town. Jackโs lucky that Ernie doesnโt have a shotgun.โโConsidering what Marva thought of me this time last week, Iโm pretty glad she doesnโt, either.โโSo,โ he asked a moment later. โThis isnโt what Marva helped you pick out, is it?โโYes, it is. I know nothing about style or fashion. She and Darnelle basically had their way with me,โ she added with a slight shudder.Riley laughed at her. โMaybe Marvaโs getting smarter with the years. I would have thought sheโd go for ruffles and bows and lace.โโShe might have, but I reminded her Iโm a crack shot with an M-16, and I know where she lives.โRiley laughed, then shook his head. โI wish Cindy had something like that she could hold over Marvaโs head, and that sheโd use it.โโCindy? Why?โโIโm afraid s