by Becky McGraw
“Are you doing this because you’re jealous, Melanie?” he asked, and she lost her breath as her eyes flew to meet his. “Or maybe paying her back for how she treated you in high school? If so, that’s pretty damned childish and maybe you’re the one who needs help.”
Melanie’s entire body went numb as she stared into Brock’s eyes—he was serious. At that moment, her heart shattered into a million pieces and the shards tore gaping wounds throughout her insides.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling.
“I can’t help but think it since you’re basing your diagnosis on her calling me when my son is sick, and me running there when she calls. Brady is my son, so of course I’ll go when he needs me. Lucy is there, yes, but she knows I’m only there for him. That is a caring mother, Melanie—not an abuser.”
“I’ve told you what I know, Brock. I’m done, so you’ll have to figure out the rest.” Melanie crossed her shaking arms over her waist to hold herself together, because she was not letting the emotional shitstorm raging inside her loose in front of this man. She’d fall apart after he left. “But I have to warn you if I find evidence that she is doing it on purpose, I’ll have to report that to the state by law. Child Protective Services will investigate everyone close to him, and you could lose him if they find that you knew about it, or suspected it, and didn’t do something.”
“Are you threatening me, Melanie Fox!?!” he shouted, and she flinched.
“No, I’m stating facts. And just so you know, I’ll be leaving at the end of next week so you don’t have to worry about this jealous female bothering you again. I’ll leave all of Brady’s records at my mother’s house so you can pick them up there after I’m gone.”
If Melanie had to work twenty-four hours a day until then to get this office ready for the new doctor who was arriving next month, that’s what she would do. Because as of next Friday at five o’clock—she was checking out of this godforsaken town—forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I swear I had no idea they were hurting him, Brock. I thought I was boosting his immune system to help him feel better. I can’t believe you’d even think such a thing,” Lucy replied, her blue eyes filling. “Melanie Fox doesn’t like me, so I’m not surprised she suggested that, but you believing it?” A single fat tear slid over her lower lid and she dabbed it near the corner of her mouth with a tissue, then sucked in a shuddering breath.
Brock studied her flushed face for signs of deception, but found none. No muscle tics, she was holding his gaze head on, and she seemed to be genuinely traumatized by his questions.
“I didn’t believe it,” Brock replied with a huffed breath. “I told her you were a good mother and that she was way off base. I had to ask, though, because if I didn’t and something happened, I’d never forgive myself.”
“I’m thankful that she figured out what was wrong with Brady, but pretty upset she is being so mean and hurtful. I’m also upset that you’re seeing her if she has that opinion, because she could mention it around Brady.”
It was Brock’s turn to drag his eyes down to his hands. He twisted his fingers, fought through the incredible burning pain in his chest then swallowed hard.
“I’m not seeing her. She’s leaving on Friday, so you don’t have to worry. I won’t bring Brady around her before she leaves.”
Because I won’t be seeing her before then either, or ever again for that matter.
Brock had nothing but time to think since she walked out on him Sunday night. After the endorphin fog cleared, the euphoric haze she brought with her faded—he figured out there was no way he could hurt as bad as he was, miss a woman so much, without loving her. And yes, maybe he was an imbecile for not figuring that out sooner, but he’d never been in love before or had those kind of feelings for a woman.
He knew he couldn’t say all that to her though or he would appear off balance. They’d only known each other again for a few very hot weeks. Last night when he’d gone to the office, he just planned to ask her to stay so they could figure it out, because other than when they were having wild ass monkey sex in the woods, Melanie had remained cool, calm and detached.
And damned confusing.
First, she said she didn’t want a relationship with him other than friendly sex, then she said she couldn’t do friends with benefits with him which made him think she wanted more. He gave her more, showed her he wanted more too, then without explanation, she told him she was leaving town. None of that mattered now, though.
Going to the office last night to talk to her had opened his eyes to the fact she hadn’t changed a bit. Thank goodness she’d saved him from embarrassing himself by revealing that fact before he could tell her how much he’d missed her and wanted her to stay.
The very short chapter in his life that included Melanie Fox was now over and he’d been stupid to ever think things might ever work out between them. He should never have gotten involved with her. They were too different, and her attitude entirely too superior, just like it had been in high school, which was half the reason she drew so much fire from the other kids.
Melanie Fox had always thought she was smarter—better—than the people in this town and she was dead wrong.
“Just so you’re not hit cold if they show up, she also said she may send her findings to Child Protective Services,” Brock said, and Lucy gasped. His eyes flew to hers, and he saw genuine fear there, terror even. “I’ll try to run interference, so don’t worry. I’m the sheriff in this town so I know people at that agency too.”
Lucy exhaled and her body wilted in the chair. “Thank you, Brock. I just need to be able to focus on getting Brady better. I’ll make an appointment with that nice general practitioner I found in Mountain Ridge on Monday to get him checked out and make sure there’s no permanent damage.” She dragged her eyes down to the table. “I’m so sorry for being stupid and putting you both through this.”
Brock reached out and covered her hand with his and a fine tremor shook Lucy. Her emotions had to be as raw as his right now, and he was sure guilt was at the top of the pile. He knew it was with him for not checking those gummy bears sooner himself.
“You didn’t know, and Brady will be fine now.” He picked his hat up off of the table and stood. “Just don’t give him any more of those vitamins, or candy.”
Lucy looked up at him and smiled. “I won’t give him any more gummies, I promise. Thank you for being so good to us, Brock. You’re a good father.”
“And you are a good mother, Lucy. Remember that,” he said, then slapped his hat on his head as he turned toward the front door.
“Brock?” Lucy said as he grabbed the knob, and he turned back. “You know Brady really enjoyed his camping trip with you, and I enjoyed the break. Why don’t you take him up there today and stay until Sunday? I have a few things to do later and I’d get them done faster if he wasn’t with me.”
Relief washed through him, and right now Brock couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll pick him up from your mother’s and we’ll head out. Have a good weekend, Lucy.”
“Oh, I will,” she said as he walked out and shut the door.
***
Melanie made one more sweep under the credenza with the broom handle and the recorder finally slid close enough that she could reach it. Her hand closed around it, but before she pulled back she saw something else in the far dark corner under the credenza.
It looked to be the gray marble frame that Dr. Carter had used to frame his distinguished service award from the Georgia Medical Association. She glanced up at the wall where it used to hang and there was a discoloration there in the shape of the frame, but no award.
She crawled there on her belly and used the broom handle to try and nudge it toward her, but it didn’t budge. She’d get it later, because right now she wanted to see what was in the briefcase she found in his bottom desk drawer.
After spen
ding all day going through that box of lab reports and finding nothing that pertained to Brady Cooper, Melanie was glad to have something else to focus on. Finding that key in his center lap drawer had been totally accidental because it had been wedged into the back corner and buried by candy wrappers, various extra medical supplies and sundry other things. The drawer was so full it took a few tries to get it open.
Inhaling as she got up, Melanie sucked in a lungful of dust and sneezed loudly as she stood with the recorder in her hand. Her eyes watered as she pushed the play button, but nothing happened, so she beat it against her palm a few times and tried again. Still nothing—which meant the batteries were probably dead. She walked into the outer office and toward the supply cabinet to see if she could find more. As soon as she reached the center of the room she got that being watched feeling again and her eyes locked on the bank of windows on the left side of the room. One by one she inspected them, but saw nothing except pitch blackness.
It was almost midnight again, so she should probably head home, but she knew the only thing waiting for her there would be more junk food she didn’t need while locked up in her room having a cryfest, or a lecture from her mother if she was still up. The one last night after midnight, and the second this morning while they ate breakfast, had been enough.
Melanie was not changing her mind about staying in this town, no matter how much her mother begged, cajoled or tried to guilt her into doing it. They’re your people, Melanie Ann. They need you, so how can you leave them—leave me? I’m getting old and I really need you around.
Old enough to go out into the woods naked to meet your lover. Yeah, Aunt June had slipped up and told Melanie that her mother wasn’t only going into the woods to moon bathe, she was meeting someone out there. A man who’d been her undercover lover for years.
That’s why June didn’t go with her.
If Melanie hung around this town, kept up with Brock Cooper, not that she would after the way he treated her last night, that would be her in thirty years or so. The thought made her shiver. Or maybe it could be the sudden cold wind that whipped around her shoulders and face. It left a tingly sensation behind on her skin and she shivered again.
Yeah, this old office had started to give her the creeps now. She’d be glad when this was over so she could go back to her simple life in Texas.
Melanie walked to the cabinet and opened the doors, then pushed things around until she located an opened pack of batteries. There were only two in the pack and she knew the recorder took three, so she kept looking. A stray rolled out of the corner of the cabinet when she moved a ream of paper and she smiled as she tiptoed to grab it. On the way back to the office, she replaced the batteries and threw the old ones in the trashcan in the lobby, then walked inside to sit behind the desk.
Placing the recorder beside the briefcase, she pressed the play button and smiled as Doctor Carter’s deep voice filled the office, just as it should. Hearing his voice was like a balm to her soul and peace settled inside of her as she opened the clasps on the leather case and threw back the flap. Flipping through the folders, she stopped when she saw one labeled Cooper and pulled it out, hoping it was for Brady and not Brock. When she unwound the tie close and reached inside she figured out why it was so thick. A manila mailing envelope was stuffed inside the folder. When she pulled it out, two yellow lab reports slid out with it and she spread all of it out on the desk in front of her.
Her eyes snagged on the mailing label on the envelope and her heart stopped. In Dr. Carter’s precise block print, which was odd for a physician, was written Georgia Department of Family and Child Services—Child Protective Services.
Melanie’s hand shook as she turned the envelope over and used the letter opener on the desk to unseal the flap. It shook more when she slid the contents out and spread them out before her. He must’ve gotten a new assistant after she left, because the letter on top was typed.
Dr. Carter’s voice droned in her ear dictating case notes for various patients as Melanie read through the letter and reviewed the supporting documents. When the picture came clear in her mind it was reinforced by Dr. Carter’s voice on the recorder.
Come in Ms. Morris—there’s something I need to talk to you about. Followed by Lucy Morris’s answer. Make this quick old man, I don’t have time for more of your senile foolishness today.
“I don’t have time for your foolishness either,” the same voice said, and Melanie’s eyes whipped up to meet the cold, hard, and she knew now certifiably crazy, stare of Lucy Morris. In the tall blonde woman’s hand was something even colder and harder—a mean looking pistol that looked a lot like the one Brock carried.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Melanie stood, placed her hands on the desk. The cold steel of the letter opener pressed against her palm giving her little comfort she would get out of this situation alive. It was midnight, and the odds of someone in this town being awake to hear a scream for help at this hour were slim. She was on her own, and her options were few.
“What are you doing here, Lucy?” she asked, as if she didn’t see the gun.
“Don’t play dumb now, Hooty—you know exactly why I’m here. Brock told me what you planned to do and I’m here to stop you.”
“I gave you a chance, Lucy. The benefit of the doubt where you’re concerned is over.” Dr. Carter’s agitated voice drew Melanie’s attention to the recorder which was still running.
“You did that second blood test behind my back. I didn’t authorize it!”
“Your mother authorized it when she brought Brady in for a cold,” he countered. “I have a signed authorization.”
“You tricked her!” Lucy screamed manically. “She didn’t know what she was signing.”
“That’s irrelevant, Lucy—you’re going to kill your son if you’re not stopped. I told you during the previous visit that he had vitamin toxicity. I believed you when you said it was an accident, that he got into them behind your back and when you swore you’d hide them from him. I know better now. Admit what you’re doing and save us both some time.”
“I’m not admitting anything—and I’m getting an attorney. He’ll sue your pants—”
“You’re probably going to need one,” Dr. Carter replied, cutting her off. “Brady confirmed my suspicions during our visit, and the second set of labs backed it up. It’s all the proof I need to send this to Child Protective Services. I’m notifying Brock this afternoon.”
“You’re not notifying anyone of anything,” she growled fiercely, before something heavy hit the wall and things clattered.
“Get out of my—” Dr. Carter grunted, there were sounds of a violent struggle, then a moan and two dull thuds. Lucy’s heavy breathing could be heard on the tape, then more gentle bumps, shuffles and finally silence.
Melanie hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until it came out in a whoosh as her eyes swung to Lucy.
“You killed him!?!” she screamed incredulously, feeling like she wanted to vomit. Her heart pounded at her throat as she wrapped her fist around the letter opener and moved to the corner of the desk.
“I wouldn’t try it,” Lucy warned, tensing as she lifted the pistol an inch. “You stay right there and put all that stuff into that satchel and I might let you live a few more minutes.”
Melanie needed to buy time anyway to figure out how she was going to get close enough to put the letter opener between that bitch’s ribs. Lucy might have the upper hand at the moment, but Melanie had the advantage of brains. That bitch was so stupid, she came to kill her in the middle of a quiet town at night, and actually thought nobody would see or hear her. Melanie’s mother couldn’t even sneak naked into the woods in her own neighborhood without being seen.
There was no way she’d get away with this. But Melanie wouldn’t have to worry about that then, because she’d be dead.
Where in the hell was Mr. Big Badass Lawman when she actually needed him?
“Where’s Brady,” Melanie asked, h
oping to distract her as she stepped behind the desk again and shoved her hand and the letter opener into the pocket of her jeans.
The recorder had stopped so she picked it up first. That was the smoking gun that would assure she was at least convicted of trying to harm her son. She stood the briefcase up and shoved her hand inside, but clicked the release and thumbed out the small tape. Palming it she brought her hand back out and laid it beside the briefcase out of sight as she picked up the envelope and the paperwork.
“He’s with Brock in the woods. Don’t you wish you were there with them?” Lucy asked, then threw her head back to laugh. Melanie snatched the tape up and quickly shoved her hand into her pocket then pulled it out as Lucy’s eyes fixed on her again. “If you’d have minded your own business you might be, so I’m so glad you didn’t. Because now I’ll be there fucking that delicious man all night long up on that mountain for my alibi.” When she licked her lips and moaned, anger shot through Melanie and she snatched up the papers to stuff them into the envelope.
“You’re a crazy loser and he doesn’t want anything to do with you,” Melanie mumbled, as she shoved the envelope into the briefcase.
“Whooo-s the loser, Hooty?” Lucy asked in a sing-song tone. “Not me, because in just a few minutes, you’ll be dead. Now, hurry up!”
Melanie took her time gathering the other things on the desk but her time was finally up. With a huffed breath, she closed the flap and looked back at Lucy.
With a head nod, she said, “Bring it to me and drop it right there.”
You got it bitch, I’m bringing it right to your door, Melanie thought, as she put her right hand into her pocket and picked up the heavy briefcase.
