Don't Breathe a Word

by Christie Craig

  “Anger and shit.”

  “Guilt is part of it, too. I know, when my sister died, I blamed myself for not helping her. So what’s happening to you is normal. The fact that you admitted loving Vicki says you’re moving past that stage.”

  He exhaled. “I don’t even understand, because like I said, I love them. The other night I woke up, and Bell and her were sleeping together and the lamp in the bedroom was on. They looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. And I wanted to be in that painting.”

  Tears filled Christina’s eyes again. “Tell her that,” his sister-in-law said. “That’s exactly what she needs to hear. And while you’re at it, teach your brother to say stuff like that.”

  Juan looked at Ricky playing with the kids. “He’d die for you or his boys,” Juan said.

  “I know. Both of you are good guys. And you deserve to be happy. So go convince that kid’s mom to give you another shot.”

  * * *

  The doctors had given Vicki a sedative to help relax her. The only way they’d let her leave the hospital was if Juan promised to stay with her. It was an easy promise to make.

  It was almost six when they left the hospital. Right before she got into the car, she asked, “How did he find us?”

  “I don’t know. Milbourn said something about a phone, but that doesn’t make sense.” He got behind the wheel.

  “We’re picking up Bell on the way, right?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  She leaned back against the headrest and in less than five minutes, she’d fallen asleep. He’d wanted to use the drive to talk, but he could tell she needed the rest.

  She woke up when he pulled into his brother’s driveway. She looked at him. “Should I come in?”

  “No. I’ll get her.”

  Bell was asleep when he picked her up. By the time he got back to his house, she’d woken up, but Vicki was out again. He woke Vicki up, walked her in, and took her straight to his bed.

  Bell joined her on the bed. She hugged her mom, and asked if it hurt to get stitches. Then she looked at her mom’s black eyes and frowned. “You fell hard.”

  “I know, but I’m fine.” After that conversation ended, Bell announced she was hungry. Vicki pushed her covers off as if to get up.

  “No,” Juan said. “I can do it.”

  “Yeah, you sleep, Mama.” Bell tucked her hand in his. She looked up when they got to the living room. “You won’t make me eat vegetables.”

  He smiled. Later, he’d have to let Bell know that her mom’s rules were to be followed, but not tonight.

  After they both ate some cereal—without the healthy kind mixed in—he walked her back to bed. She crawled in and scooted over beside her sleeping mom. “You can sleep here.” She patted the mattress. The sight of them together, in his house, in his bed, in his life turned the air he breathed sweeter.

  As hard as it was, he answered, “No, I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

  “But Mama’s asleep and I don’t want to be alone while I go to sleep. Can you just stay until I fall asleep? Please?”

  “Okay.” He stretched out beside her, and nothing had felt so right. When Bell’s eyes closed, he wanted nothing more than to just stay right there, claim his place with them. But he couldn’t risk Vicki waking up and thinking he’d overstepped his boundaries.

  * * *

  “You’re a sleepyhead,” Bell’s voice came at his ear.

  He opened one eye and grinned. “Am not.” He grabbed her and pulled her onto the sofa. Her laugh filled his heart with warmth. When he looked up, Vicki was standing a few feet from his sofa, smiling down at him.

  “Good morning,” he said. Her smile had to be a good sign, didn’t it? Oh, he knew they needed to talk. But he cherished her smile.

  Sweetie jumped up on the sofa. Juan sat up.

  “Can I let her out back?” Bell asked, climbing off the sofa.

  Juan nodded and Bell and Sweetie ran out the door.

  “I was going to head home,” Vicki said. “So I told her she could wake you up.”

  “Home?” He dropped his hands on his knees, suddenly nervous.

  “I think you’ve taken care of me too long.”

  “It doesn’t feel that way to me.” He stood up. He ached to kiss her but held back, unsure if she’d welcome his affection. “How are you feeling?”

  “Sore. But okay.” She blinked. “Did you hear anything about Milbourn last night?”

  “I checked in with the Piney Lakes police and they said he was doing well.”

  “How much trouble is he going to be in?”

  “I don’t know, but before I left for the hospital I spoke with Jody. She said if he cooperates and is willing to testify about who Valado was working with, she’d try to get him a deal.”

  She nodded. “That’s good.”

  He studied her, wanting to read her, but he couldn’t. “Did you take your pills this morning?”

  “Not yet. I think they’re still in—”

  “In the suitcase in my car. Let me get it.” He took off toward the garage.

  He came back in with the suitcase and Bell’s backpack. When he went to set the backpack down, he realized it was open and all her things fell out.

  Setting down the suitcase, he picked up the fallen items and saw what was under a book. “Shit,” he muttered and held up a cell phone as he stood up.

  Vicki stared at it. “That’s my old phone. What’s Bell doing with it? I threw it in the garbage.”

  Juan ran a hand over his face. “She had it when you were in the hospital. I forgot all about it. She said you told her it was broken, but it still worked for games.”

  Vicki blinked. “Is that…how he found us?”

  “I bet so,” he said. “I should have remembered—”

  “No, I should’ve gotten rid of it better.”

  “It doesn’t matter now, does it?” he asked.

  “Right,” she said.

  He opened the side pocket where he’d stowed her antibiotics. “How about I make us some coffee?”

  “I can just…”

  “Please?” When he saw her slow nod, he took off to the kitchen. She moved to the back window and watched Bell.

  Coffee scents filled the house, and they both sat down at the kitchen table. He turned his cup one way and then the other, steam rising from the mug. He finally looked up. “I want to apologize again for calling you Angie and for getting upset about the anniversary. I want you to know that I’m—”

  “Juan, you don’t have to explain.”

  “Yes, I do.” He put his hand on hers. She didn’t move her hand, but he swore he felt her flinch. And that made his insides quake.

  “Juan, everything has happened so fast.”

  “It doesn’t feel fast. It feels right.” He ran his thumb over the top of her knuckles. “I don’t want to lose you, Vicki. I’m ready—”

  “Juan, I had no right to get so upset. I didn’t go into this relationship blind.”

  “Well, I did,” he said. “I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with you and Bell. But I wouldn’t change a thing. And I want this. I want you and Bell in my life.”

  “But we…”

  He remembered Christina saying he needed to tell her about…“At the cabin, I saw you and Bell in bed. The light was on and it was like looking at a Norman Rockwell painting. I wanted to crawl in that bed with you two. To put myself in the painting. I want us to be a family, Vicki. I know you’re scared of trusting someone because of what your mom put you through and then what your sister went through, but even Bell knows I’m one of the good guys.”

  She put a finger to his lips. Was she about to say no? Tell him again that she needed to think about her career?

  He moved her hand. “I get that your career would do better in California. So, I’ll go with you.”

  She gasped. “No.”

  “Because you can’t trust me? Vicki, I—”

  “Nooo. Because I’m staying in Texas.”

&n
bsp; “Here?” Hope made him breathless. “With me?”

  “Yes. You’re right. I’m scared, but you’re my…Rockwell painting, too. Bell loves you. She loves your dog. Your friends.”

  “And you? Who do you love?”

  She smiles. “Sweetie, of course. And you. Your friends aren’t bad, either.” She turned her hand over and laced her fingers with his. “I still think we should take it slow, but…”

  “Is this slow enough?” He stood, pulled her up, and without hurrying he kissed her.

  The back door opened, and Bell and Sweetie came rushing in. “You know, you two kiss a lot not to be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  Juan laughed and picked her up. “Do you think your mom will be my girlfriend if I ask her?”

  Bell’s eyes widened. “I think so.” She looked at Vicki. “Will you be his girlfriend, Mom?”

  “Yes, I think I will.”

  Bell laughed. “And then…then are you going to get married?”

  “Bell,” Vicki said.

  “But girlfriends and boyfriends get married.”

  “She’s right.” Juan looked from Bell to Vicki, the air filling his chest felt new, fresh. This was happiness.

  Bell wiggled in his arms. “And if you get married, that will make you my daddy? My real daddy? And then Sweetie is mine, too.” Excitement widened her big brown eyes.

  Vicki cleared her throat in a warning.

  Juan just laughed, then looked from Vicki to the precious little girl. “I’d love to be your daddy.”

  She squealed and hugged him again. Vicki moved in and it became a group hug. One with a whole lot of love. One that could’ve appeared in a Rockwell painting.

  Epilogue

  One month later

  Vicki, cell phone to her ear, stood outside on the patio of Juan’s brother’s home. “Did the key work?” she asked Joanne Butler. When Vicki had gone to put away her important papers Juan had packed, she’d found she had two keys tucked away in the envelope: the key to the safety deposit box and the key to the storage unit where she’d left her mom’s things. She recalled she’d given it to Alison to store some of her belongings when she’d left Pablo, and Alison had paid for the unit for a couple more years.

  “Yes, it…worked. To be clear…everything in there is a donation? You’re sure?” Joanne appeared to be choosing her words carefully. The caution in the woman’s voice told Vicki that she and Juan had been right. Alison really had taken Pablo’s money.

  “Yes. Everything.” Vicki smiled.

  Vicki looked over to the hot tub, where Bell and Juan’s nephews splashed and played. Sweetie ran around and barked as if she wanted to jump in. The dog had become Bell’s loyal companion.

  “You know it’ll be put to good use,” Joanne said.

  “I know.” Vicki sighed.

  “I did find a box that had some old photos. I set them aside in case you wanted them. I can mail them to you.”

  “That would be great.” Something about being in a good place in her life had Vicki feeling a little forgiving of her mom’s flaws. Maybe Alison was right. There were a few memories she could salvage and call good. “Thank you. For everything.”

  “You’re welcome,” Joanne said.

  After they hung up, Vicki glanced out. Sitting at the patio table were Juan, Ricky, and Christina. The smell of the burgers sizzling on the grill flavored the air. It had been only six weeks, and yet she felt like a member of their family. Bell already called Juan’s nephews her cousins, and it was Uncle Ricky and Aunt Christina. Of course, Juan became Daddy almost immediately. Vicki looked down at the ring on her finger.

  Two nights ago, he’d surprised her. Her idea of slow and Juan’s were a little different. Not that she was complaining.

  Juan glanced up and smiled. Vicki’s heart swelled with how perfect the scene was before her. Like Juan had said, a Rockwell painting.

  Juan stood and walked over.

  “Who was that?”

  “Joanne Butler.”

  Curiosity lit up his eyes. “What did she say?”

  “Just that the donation was appreciated.”

  “So…?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “Good.” He wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He lifted a brow, grinned, and got a playful twinkle in his brown eyes. “For making you scream last night?”

  She bumped him with her shoulder. “For this.” She waved a hand out. “For sharing your family. Your friends. Your life.” She paused. “And for last night.”

  He laughed and kissed her.

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  Christie Craig is the New York Times bestselling author of thirty-nine books. She is an Alabama native, a motivational speaker, and a writing teacher who currently hangs her hat in Texas. When she’s not writing romance, she’s traveling, sipping wine, or penning bestselling young adult novels as C. C. Hunter.

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  Prologue

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