Sheltered Hearts (A Hidden Hearts Novel Book 2)

by Mary Crawford

  I have to admit, that’s a first. I’ve never been given a dismissal because I’m a doctor. Usually, people decide that I’m their newest, closest best friend if they think I’ll give them free or discounted care. Never have I been completely written off because of what I do. This is going to be a very interesting challenge to say the very least.

  To all the people who have

  overcome seemingly insurmountable

  fear and accomplished the impossible.

  To all those standing in the wings who help

  make those dreams possible.

  Leaving the stifling environment of the rental car, I stand and stretch. Give me a crowded subway any day—at least I don’t have to drive. Still, as I look around at the tall pine trees surrounding me, I spot a field of wilting sunflowers. I can’t believe it’s fall and everything isn’t buried in snow and concrete. As I take a deep breath of crisp clean autumn air, I decide Oregon isn’t completely without charm. I’m not sure I’d want to live here, but it’s a nice place to visit.

  I peek into the darkness of the big red barn and yell to my sister, “Heather, I don’t understand why you had to move to the middle of nowhere. I mean, Oregon is nice and all, but you can get perfectly good greenery at a florist which doesn’t have bugs. Do I even want to know what all this dirt is doing to your shoes?”

  I’m immediately accosted by a spider-web. I love Charlotte’s Web as much as the next girl, but come on…farm life is not really the utopia I was led to believe as a child. I still can’t wrap my brain around the fact my somewhat over-the-top stylish big sister has chosen this quiet, rural life. Last I knew, she pretty much hated the whole animal kingdom. Okay to be fair, she didn’t really hate them; she was just so scared of them she wanted them to live on another planet.

  I take one more step and start to slip on some hay. Pardon the pun, but that’s just about the very last straw I can take. I steady myself and yell deeper into the barn, “This was all Tyler’s idea, wasn’t it? Of course it was. He’s a guy. That explains it all right there. All men are imbecilic, moronic, downright evil creatures. I don’t know why you had to go and marry yourself one. For God’s sake the man isn’t even here. He just had to go play G.I. Joe over in the desert.”

  “Are you finished?” a deep, gravelly male voice asks, causing me to jump about a mile in the air.

  “Who the hell are you?” I pull the pepper-spray out of my purse and I just about drop the stupid thing. My hands are sweaty and shaking with shock. No one ever gets the drop on me. I’ve got multiple obscure MMA titles to prove it. I take a defensive stand, aiming the pepper spray at the guy’s eyes.

  “I advise you to stand down,” he says with an icy calmness that sends a chill up my spine.

  Well, hell. This isn’t how the script is supposed to go. He’s supposed to be cowering in the corner, crying for his mommy.

  “Suppose I don’t?” I dare as I display an insane amount of bravado. My sensei would have me scrubbing down mats for a month if he could watch this bizarre little exchange.

  “Look, lady. Please don’t ask me to answer that because you really don’t want to hear my honest answer anymore than I want to tell you. It’s not even eleven o’clock in the morning and it’s already been a hell of a day. I’ve had one horse go down with an infected hoof and the other with colic. With all due respect, I don’t think you really want me to touch you. Trust me, if I were to touch you right now, you would be offended in every sense of the word.”

  “Oh, so you’re the stable hand?” I search around for my sister, taking a good long look at him. He’s very handsome in a rugged-surviving-the-wilderness-oops-did--misplace-my-razor kind of way. I generally prefer my guys a bit neater. Still, my eyes are drawn to his impeccably defined shoulders and forearms.

  He just smiles mysteriously and shrugs. “Sometimes.” He’s watching me openly ogle him. Yet, unlike most guys, he doesn’t flex or preen. For some reason his quiet confidence ticks me off.

  I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “Wait, does my sister even know you’re here?”

  This time, he doesn’t even bother to hide his smirk. “I imagine so, since I manage to cook breakfast for her three or four times a week.”

  “You’re kidding me. Heather’s always been on the flighty side, but I never figured her for a cheater.”

  “Lady, you seem to have a universally lousy opinion of everybody. If that’s the way you treat somebody you love, I’d hate to see how you treat your enemies,” he remarks, shaking his head.

  I draw in a deep breath as he hits a little too close to home.

  He continues to explain, “It just so happens your sister is the adorable wife of my commanding officer. I am his tenant at his request because I got sprung early. Do you have issues with me stepping up to take care of Heather while he’s gone? If so, that’s too damn bad. You can take your faulty assumptions and go climb back on a tin whirly bird and go back home for all I care. It’s no skin off my nose.”

  “Pardon me if I don’t believe your macho asshole-ishness. My sister hasn’t said one word about you. It’s not like Heather to miss an opportunity to wax poetically about a cute guy.” I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands as I realize what I’ve just clumsily admitted out loud.

  The stranger just wipes his hands on the back of his jeans and gives me an indulgent look of pity. “Well, considering your sister is one of the happiest newlyweds I’ve ever seen— especially given the fact she never sees her husband— I doubt she much cares about my level of handsomeness. Quite frankly, if she knew she was going to face these accusations by innuendo from you; that in itself, would explain why she hasn’t been forthcoming.”

  “Oh, look at all those big words coming from somebody who shovels horse crap for a living.” I roll my eyes.

  A strangled gasp sounds from behind me. “Madison Paige LaBianca! Did you leave your manners in the baggage carousel or something? Why on God’s green earth would you talk to Trevor that way?” my sister scolds.

  “I don’t know the man from Adam,” I argue defensively.

  “Exactly. You have absolutely no reason to treat him like pond scum. You’ve been hanging around Mom and Dad too long. Obviously, I need to help you reintegrate into polite society.” Heather shakes her head in disbelief.

  “You can’t be too careful these days. He might’ve been here to hurt you,” I trail off, not quite willing to give up the point.

  “For the record, I was doing the functional equivalent of cleaning fungus out of Velvet’s toenails when you came bursting in here like there was a shoe sale at Neiman Marcus. How many evil guys with nefarious intentions do you know who would take the time to give a horse a pedicure?”

  Crap. The man makes a good point. “It’s hard to know what to think. You’re out here mucking out barns like a high school dropout, but you speak like a college professor. Talk about your mixed messages,” I sputter defensively as I find another bit of spider web on my face. “I don’t even know your name.”

  “All you had to do was ask. I’m Lieutenant Trevor Black. It’s been an interesting experience meeting you, to say the very least.” He turns to Heather. “I’m still not used to calling myself Lieutenant. Has Colton gotten used to his new rank?”

  Heather smiles at Trevor. “I don’t know—it’s still so odd for me to hear Tyler called Colton. He doesn’t talk about his rank very much. So, I’m not sure how he’s adjusting,” she admits with a sigh before announcing, “I just got off the phone with him. He sounded weird and secretive again like he always does before something big is going to go down. This cloak-and-dagger stuff is killing me. I don’t suppose you’re in the loop on this one?”

  A pained expression crosses Trevor’s face. “No, they won’t let me talk mission stuff with anyone from the unit since I appealed the decision about the separation. But, I would take it as a really good sign that he has the time to call you. It shows they’re not in bug-out mode, ma’am.”

  “That’s kind of the way
I read it too. Tyler sounded excited, but not in a doomsday way. You know how he gets. He wasn’t asking me to double check that the life insurance premiums are paid this time. Maybe it’s good news for a change,” Heather replies with a slightly watery grin.

  Trevor gently smiles at her. “I hope so, ma’am. I really do.”

  When I see the compassionate expression on Trevor’s face, I’m even more embarrassed by my snap judgments earlier. When exactly did I turn into such a bitch?

  “Trevor, I’m sorry for the belated introduction, but this lovely creature is my pesky little sister, Madison LaBianca. You’ll have to excuse her. She’s from the East Coast. They do things at a different pace there. It’s going to take her a while to get acclimated to farm life in Oregon.”

  I smirk at the accuracy of Heather’s explanation. There is more truth to it than she could ever know. There are about a million and one reasons I can’t be in Boston right now, and I can’t tell my sister about any of them. Fortunately, her upcoming wedding gives me the perfect excuse to hide in the middle of nowhere, all the way across the country.

  Trevor is examining me carefully. I don’t blame him. The difference between my older sister and me is astounding. It’s hard to believe we’re sisters at all. She’s cute and fashionable in her vintage-looking retro clothes, and I’m just not. I easily fade into the background. I look like a nondescript vanilla bean. Nothing really stands out about me. I’m tall and skinny and basically brown. I’ve got brown eyes, brown hair, and olive-toned skin. When I stand next to my sister, people are always asking if I’m adopted because my skin tone isn’t the nice peaches and cream tone of Heather’s. I look like I could be working in the wine vineyards in Italy like my ancestors.

  I stick my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Trevor. Look, I’m sorry for being a putz. I’m not usually such a jerk. Can we chalk it up to jet lag or something?”

  Trevor nods at me, but doesn’t take my hand. “I don’t think you want to touch these hands. They’ve been in some pretty nasty places today, and I haven’t had a chance to properly wash up.”

  “Oh, I’m familiar with the dirty side of horses. Didn’t Heather tell you I own four Arabian horses?”

  I GUESS I’M NOT the only one with a few surprises up my sleeve. Although, Madison can’t be hiding much of anything under her outfit. It’s not as if she’s trying to be deliberately provocative, but it’s downright sexy nonetheless. She’s wearing a burnt orange turtleneck sweater and a pair of dark skinny jeans. She has a scarf with fall colors casually draped over her shoulder that highlights her stunning copper brown eyes. Her hair is a rich, deep brown that flows softly around her shoulders. She looks like she has far more in common with the model who might walk on fashion row in New York City than someone who would own Arabian horses.

  I’m actually confused. I thought Tyler told me that she was an investigative journalist and her specialty is looking into bogus charities. Raising and breeding Arabian horses isn’t a cheap hobby. My confusion must be showing on my face because Madison snaps at me, “Please don’t tell me you’re one of ‘those guys’ that thinks that only men should own and raise Arabian horses.”

  My jaw drops open for several seconds before I think to close it and answer, “Excuse me? I didn’t say anything like that.”

  “You don’t have to. Your face said it all.”

  “I think not. My face said, ‘Wow, that’s impressive. She must be doing really well as a journalist. Arabian horses are hellishly expensive.’ If you read anything else into that, I’m sorry.”

  Madison flushes and hides her face behind her hands as she says, “Wow, I’m really batting a thousand with the bad judgment calls today. I think I need to go inside and take a nap.”

  “Maddie, if you’re hungry, I made you some tomato bisque soup with some homemade sourdough bread,” Heather offers. “It sounds like you could use something to eat. You always get obnoxiously cranky when you’re hungry.”

  For a second, it looks like Madison is going to take offense at Heather’s words. But, then her stomach lets out an audible growl. Madison blushes slightly and shrugs as she concedes, “I just hate it when you’re right. I’ll admit, I could eat an entire buffet at the Golden Corral. I couldn’t believe it, the cut-rate airline I flew didn’t even offer peanuts or pretzels. It’s such a rip off to fly these days. That is one long flight. Why didn’t you remind me?”

  As she has to stop and take a breath, I take a moment to admire the color in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes. Tyler was right on a certain level. The sisters are quite different. You have to look really close to find any family resemblance. Madison has rich mahogany brown straight hair, whereas Heather’s hair is a mass of curly blonde corkscrew curls. Madison is tall and thin, and Heather is well endowed. But, as different as they are on the surface, I have a hunch deep down, they’re probably a lot alike.

  When the living conditions in Iraq started to cause maintenance issues with my prosthetic and contributed to pressure sores on my stump, the National Guard ordered me to bail on my team early. I’m part of a pilot program to see if injured vets who have lost a limb have what it takes to re-enter the military. To say I’m less than pleased with some bureaucrat’s random decision when they’ve never even met me is the frickin’ understatement of the century. I had it handled. They just needed to give me a couple more days of healing time. Hell, they showed more leniency to people who are sleeping off hangovers than they did for one small decubitus sore.

  Heather and Tyler allowed me to patch my skills together and build a semblance of a career. I’m extremely grateful they gave me a chance to salvage my pride here on their farm. But, one of the things I’ve learned is although Heather looks like she might be about as ferocious as a Maltese puppy, she’s every bit as tough and tenacious as my soon-to-be-former commanding officer. Tyler did the right thing when he married Heather before he shipped out—even if it was only a simple civil ceremony. He can get all fancy about it when he gets back.

  As I watch the sparks fly from Madison’s eyes, I wonder if she’s always this prickly or if it’s simply the fatigue from the trip. Yet, as I observe her when she thinks no one is watching, she seems to be surreptitiously looking over her shoulder and checking her text messages.

  “Got a husband or boyfriend back home?” I ask before I can stop the question from popping out of my mouth.

  She is so startled by the inappropriateness of my inquiry that she reflexively answers, “Good God no!”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I should’ve said, ‘significant other’.”

  “That’s just sad that you think just because I’m plain I must be playing for the other team,” Madison replies with a menacing glare.

  “Hey now! Don’t put words in my mouth.” I argue. “I never said that. I don’t think you’re plain at all, nor do I think you’re gay. I just didn’t know what you call your boyfriend. I was trying to be sensitive and all that. In case you haven’t noticed, figuring out relationship statuses is like navigating minefields these days. Have you looked at options on Facebook? It’s more complicated than a voter’s ballot in November.”

  “Not that this is even remotely your business, but I have enough stuff going on in my life right now without having to worry about adding a guy to the mix. With all due respect, you’re not worth the trouble.”

  “Yes, ma’am, you’ve made your opinions clear on the subject,” I respond, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

  Madison cringes. “I suppose I did at that. Knock it off with the ma’am stuff; it’s likely I’m younger than you and it just makes me feel weird— like I’m some strange dominatrix.”

  I choke as my coffee goes down my windpipe. “Pardon?” I wheeze.

  “You know, ‘Red Room of Pain?’ Ma’am, Sir and all that jazz? Where have you been lately—living under a rock?”

  Her casual question is like a right uppercut out of nowhere. I’m not even sure how to form a socially acceptable answer to her to
ssed away punchline.

  “You could say that,” I respond dryly.

  “Turnabout is fair play. What about you, Mister Nosy-Pants—where is your ‘significant other’?”

  I know that Madison intends her question to be taken as yet another example of her snarkiness. But, there is just enough of a hint of pain in her eyes that it prompts me to be brutally honest for once. I’ll probably regret this later. Hell, there is no probably about it. I will regret this, I can pretty much count on it.

  “I lost her,” I reply, my gruff voice betraying my emotion. Damn, it never gets any easier to say that out loud.

  “What? Who did you lose?” Madison asks, her face full of confusion. “How do you lose a person?”

  I carry my dishes over to the kitchen sink and rinse them off. Topping off my mug of coffee, I head to my favorite leather chair in Heather and Ty’s den. I motion for Madison to proceed in front of me.

  She takes one glance at the recliner and whispers softly, “Oh, look! She rescued Grandpa’s favorite chair.” When Madison spots Ethel laying on the couch, she gasps with delight. She practically skips over and cuddles up beside her, kicking off her boots and tucking her feet underneath her. Ethel responds by plopping her big blood-hound head on Madison’s lap and thumping her tail wildly. “I missed you too, Sweetie,” she murmurs as she strokes Ethel’s long velvet-soft ears.

  Well, I guess there is more to her than prickles after all. Madison glances up and notices my bemused curiosity. “What can I say? Ethel used to be my grandma’s dog. I’ve known her since she was barely bigger than my hand. I just miss her that’s all,” she explains defensively.

  “Did I say anything negative? I think it’s cute. It makes you seem almost human.”

  “Almost human? What the heck do you mean by that? I’m certainly not a robot or zombie? Although after that flight, I might argue with the zombie part,” she adds with a quick grin.

  I’m a little stunned by the difference one small facial expression can make. If I thought she was pretty before, Madison with a sincere, unaffected smile is simply breathtaking.