Then, as he looked up, he saw Mia standing by the entrance to the emergency department, her arms wrapped tightly around her oldest boy. She was looking directly at him.
For a moment he felt it again. The initial shot of attraction he had experienced when he first saw her in Evangeline’s bookstore. The attraction that had been doused when he found out that she had children. A family.
But in spite of that, he easily remembered how she leaned into him as they walked toward the ambulance. How, for a moment, it felt nice to be needed.
He pushed that reaction down. He had his own stuff to deal with and no room for a woman in his life. Especially not a woman who needed more than he could possibly give.
“Where are Evangeline and Denny?” he asked her as he came around the corner to see the waiting room vacated.
“The girls just woke up when I got back here. One needed something to eat, the other, a clean diaper. So they’re taking care of it.”
He sensed, from the strained note in her voice that she didn’t feel right about that situation. She seemed like a person that had a hard time accepting help.
“So how are the boys?” he asked. “What did the doctor say?”
She took a breath then pushed her hand through her short hair in a nervous gesture. “Josh is good,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down the arm of the older boy standing beside her. His dark hair was pasted down on one side and while his face was clean, his hands were still streaked with black, as were his clothes. Mia fingered Josh’s hair away from his face in a vain attempt to neaten it, her fingers trembling. “You’re going to need a bath when we get home, buddy....” Mia’s sentence trailed off and Nate realized she no longer had a home to go back to.
“How is Nico?” Nate asked.
Mia gave him a curious look, as if wondering about his concern. “Dr. Brouwer is checking a few more things out. How was he when you took him out of the building?”
“Scared. Panicky. He hung on to me like a little monkey. But I don’t think anything was broken or burned.”
Mia pressed her lips together as she took a slow, trembling breath. “I can’t begin to thank you for...for what you did. You saved my son’s life.”
She gave him a wavery smile and Nate had to resist the urge to slip his arm around her shoulder and support her. But he caught himself in time.
He had nothing to give a woman like her. She needed someone stable, strong. Someone who could be a father to her kids.
Instead, he turned to Josh, feeling a rush of empathy. Hospitals could be intimidating and scary places. Nate crouched down, balancing on the balls of his feet, his hands dangling between his knees. “Hey. How are you feeling?”
Josh gave him a smile that echoed his mother’s. Trying to be brave. “I was scared in the fire,” the six-year-old said. “And then I saw Mr. Deptuck and he got me and Angie out.” His lower lip trembled and Nate guessed he would have a few bad dreams the next while.
Nate put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. “You’ll be just fine, champ.”
He straightened and caught Mia’s gaze, her eyes holding a stark look, a direct contrast to the forced smile that held her mouth captive.
She was trying so hard to be brave, he thought. Brave for her son.
“And Jeff?” he asked.
“I’m not sure.” She shot him a frown. “Are you sure you shouldn’t see the doctor, as well?”
The concern in her voice created a flicker of warmth, but he waved off her suggestion. “I’m fine. Throat’s sore, but I’m okay.”
She looked at him like she didn’t believe him and for a moment, he found he couldn’t look away.
Stop this, he warned himself. Don’t do this.
Then he heard the sound of a baby’s whimper and he spun around. Denny and Evangeline returned with the girls. Both babies rubbed their eyes, their cheeks flaming pink.
“Oh, girlies,” Mia said, reaching out for one of them. “You are exhausted.”
Evangeline released the one baby to her and Mia held her close, tucking her little baby’s head against her neck and rocking her. She had been through a lot and was still giving her babies comfort.
A loving mother.
“So we need to figure out what to do with you and the kids,” Evangeline said, her voice taking on a brisk, no-nonsense tone. “Denny and I think you should come back to the ranch with us.”
“I can leave if you need the space,” Nate said.
“No. Your horse is in no shape to travel,” Denny replied. “We got it figured. Evangeline can’t go back to her apartment above the store until things are cleaned up so Mia, Evangeline and the kids can move into the house with Olivia. Me and you get the trailer,” he said to Nate.
Nate wanted to protest, but knew he wasn’t in any position to. His horses needed to recuperate and he needed to be close to them. The foals the mares carried were part of his stake for a new venture he hoped to set up someday. When he was ready to settle.
“So, Mia, it’s decided,” Denny said with what sounded to Nate like a forced heartiness.
“I don’t know,” Mia said, glancing over her shoulder to the examining rooms. “I don’t want to put you out. I could stay with my mother and father.”
Seemed like she didn’t want to stay on the ranch any more than he did, Nate thought.
“Your parents live in a minuscule apartment in Nelson,” Evangeline said. “You can’t go there with four kids.”
Mia sighed and closed her eyes as if she still wasn’t sure what to do.
“Just come for the next couple of nights,” Evangeline said, slipping her arm around her friend’s shoulders. “Don’t think too far ahead.”
Mia nodded and released a sigh. Denny rocked the other baby watching both of them with a fatherly look.
Nate stood on the edge of the group feeling like the outsider he was.
Then the curtain dividing the waiting area from the emergency department swished aside and the doctor stood in the entrance, motioning for Mia to come.
And he wasn’t smiling.
Chapter Three
“So you’re saying he can’t talk because of the trauma he experienced?” Mia rubbed her index finger over her chin in a nervous gesture. Nico lay on the hospital bed, looking small and helpless, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His brown hair was tangled and messy and his eyes red and bloodshot from the smoke.
“Physically, he’s fine. For that we can be thankful.” Dr. Brouwer looked over at Shannon, the Emergency Department nurse, who was also his wife. “Do you mind watching Nico for a moment?”
Shannon nodded, then gave Mia a comforting pat on her shoulder.
As Mia followed Dr. Brouwer out of the cubicle she shot another quick look at her son, but Nico kept looking up as if trying to find something on the ceiling.
As Ben Brouwer closed the door of an empty examining room behind them, he gave her a tentative smile that made her even more wary. “We’ve done all we can for Nico,” he said, folding his arms and resting his hips against the door behind him. “The fact that he’s not talking is not connected to anything physical. It’s often called Selective Mutism. Sometimes that term applies to shy children, children who will speak at home, but not in public, or in Nico’s case, children who won’t speak after a stressful trauma. A counselor can properly diagnose this.”
“So he might not talk again?”
“The mutism is generally temporary, but because it’s psychological rather than physical we have no way of knowing how long it will last.”
“So why is Josh okay?”
“Each child is different. Stress manifests differently in them. It might be Nico’s way of controlling a world that, a few moments ago, fell apart for him in a dramatic and traumatic way. I would highly recommend seeing a counselor.
I can set up an appointment with a Dr. Schuler in Cranbrook if you want.”
Mia nodded. “Please. I want Nico to get help as soon as possible. And what do I do for him until then?”
“Give him peace and quiet. Return as much as possible to some type of routine. And don’t pressure him to speak.”
Peace and quiet. Mia could do with some peace herself, she thought, rubbing her chin again.
“Do you and your children have a place to stay?” Dr. Brouwer continued, his deep voice soothing. A good doctor’s voice, Mia thought. “I understand from the paramedics that your apartment is unlivable.”
She and her children had no place to return to. They had nothing but what they wore.
“Evangeline and Denny have offered us a place on the ranch,” she managed to say.
But she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay there. Nate created emotions a mother of four children had no right to feel. Emotions she didn’t dare let in her life again.
“I suggest you take the offer. Moving Nico away from town and away from the physical reminder of what he has just been through would be a good solution.”
Mia massaged her forehead, the headache that had hovered at the back of her eyes all day now increasing. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and retreat from thinking and planning.
Only her bed was probably a charred hulk.
Please, Lord, help me not to cry. Help me to focus on Nico. Please be with my little boy. Help me to get through all of this.
“I don’t have a choice,” she said quietly, her voice trembling in spite of her prayer. She waited a moment to compose herself then looked up at Dr. Brouwer. “Thanks so much for your time and your care. How is Jeff Deptuck?”
“He’s okay. Some smoke inhalation but he’ll be fine. Angie is with him now.”
In spite of the circumstances Mia had to smile. Jeff had had a crush on Angie from the moment he met her. Every book club meeting he would alternately tease or flirt with her and for the most part, she seemed oblivious.
Guess it took rescuing her from a burning building to finally get her to notice him.
Just then another one of the ED nurses came to the doorway asking for him, and Dr. Brouwer pushed away from the examining room table. “Bring Nico and Josh to the office next week for a follow-up. Hopefully Nico will be back to his usual, chatty four-year-old self by then.”
“I hope so,” Mia replied. “Thanks again for all your help.”
He laid a light hand on her shoulder. “You take care of yourself, as well, okay?”
Her only reply was a quick nod and then she followed him out of the room and back to the cubicle where Nico now sat, buttoning up his shirt. He looked up at her, then back down, his face still showing no expression.
“He told me he wanted to do it himself,” Shannon said, giving Mia a quick smile.
“He talked to you?”
Shannon looked over at Nate, her expression holding a tinge of sadness. “He got his point across.”
Mia’s heart folded in on itself and she walked over to her boy, who looked so small on the large bed, and gave him a tight hug. “I love you, Nico,” she murmured, resting her chin on his head. He still smelled like smoke. He needed a bath.
He leaned into her for the tiniest of moments, then pulled away, his fingers working at the stubborn buttons. Mia had to ball her hands into fists, so strong was the urge to help him.
When he was done she helped him off the bed. He clung to her hand and she squeezed tightly, trying to convey through her fingers as well as her words that she was there for him.
Then together, they walked down the hall toward the waiting room. The first person she saw was Nate, who got to his feet. He was still here, was the first thought that sang through her.
You shouldn’t even be allowing him the tiniest space in your mind, was the one that followed on its heels.
“How is he?” Nate asked, holding her gaze for a heartbeat longer than he had to.
“The doctor said he’d be okay. We just need to come in next week for a follow-up, right, Nico?”
But Nico didn’t acknowledge either by action or by word that he had heard what she said. He pulled free from her and ran directly to Nate and clung to him, burying his head against Nate’s arm.
Nate looked from Nico to Mia and back to the little boy again, as if unsure of what to do.
“Nico, honey.” Mia tried to lift the little boy into her arms, but Nico pushed her away. His shoulders shook, like he was crying. But he didn’t make a sound.
Nico’s hands scrabbled at Nate and finally Nate shifted himself around and hauled the little boy onto his lap. He patted him on the shoulder but Mia noticed that he was genuinely uncomfortable.
“It’s okay,” he muttered to the little boy, looking from him to Mia. “It will be okay.”
Finally, after a long, uneasy moment, Nico’s shoulders stopped shaking and he lifted his head. He looked directly into Nate’s eyes, as if trying to find something there.
Mia laid her hand on Nico’s shoulder but he still ignored her.
“Hey, buddy, you should go to your mom,” Nate said with an awkward laugh.
Nico stared at him a moment longer, and this time he didn’t resist when Mia took his hand and drew him away. But then Nico tugged his hand free, walked over to Josh sleeping on the couch and dropped beside him. He drew his legs up to his chest then laid his head down. Retreating.
“I don’t know what that was about,” Nate said, slowly getting to his feet. “I’m sorry.”
Mia waved off his objections. “Nothing to be sorry about.” She was about to say more when Denny and Evangeline returned, each holding one of the twins, both of whom were fussing.
And as Mia looked at her children she felt a clutch of despair.
What was she supposed to do now? How was she supposed to take care of her children?
A sob clawed up her throat and she swallowed and swallowed, trying to fight it down. She couldn’t break down. She had to stay strong. There was no one else for her children but her.
She dropped her face into her free hand, her fingertips pressing against her cheeks as if to restrain the fear and sorrow.
To her surprise she felt a large, warm hand rest lightly on her shoulder. Give it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay,” Nate muttered. “It will be okay.”
She wanted desperately to believe him but right now life overwhelmed her. A whimper crept past her tightly clenched lips.
No. Not now. Not in front of this man.
She stopped herself, took in a long, slow breath.
But no sooner had she released it then the overwhelming feelings of grief scraped away at her again.
A sob trembled through her, then another. Then Nate’s arms were around her.
She fought his embrace but he held firm, his arms strong and unyielding. Another sob broke free, then another. Then, all she could do was lean into him, let her tears flow and cling to him as the storm of sorrow and fear washed over her.
* * *
“Sorry I’m late,” Nate said to Tango as he forked hay into the pen. “Can’t believe I slept in that long.”
He thought Denny would have woken him up when he headed out to drive his gravel truck this morning, but his brother seemed to think Nate needed the rest.
The roan stud stood in one corner, barely looking up when Nate approached.
“Hey, guy, how are you doing?” Nate asked as he opened the gate of the pen and stepped inside. He walked over to his horse, wincing at the sight of the cuts on the horse’s face. “How’s the leg?” he asked, gently running his hands down Tango’s foreleg. Still warm, and still swollen. It would be a few days before Tango could put any weight on that leg. And probably even longer before he would be competing.
Nate stifled a s
igh of dismay at the thought that all the work he had done with Tango, all the time he had spent training would disappear if he couldn’t compete in the upcoming cutting horse competition in Livingston, Montana.
He gave Tango another pat on his withers then looked over the gate of the pen. His mare, Nola, stared back at him. Her large brown eyes seemed to accuse him. As it was all his fault they were in this dilemma.
“You’ll be okay, girl,” he said, his voice low and assuring. She had to be. The foal she was carrying was worth thousands. He beat down his nervousness, stacked his hands and rested his chin on top of them, watching Nola nose the hay he had forked to her earlier. He heard Bella nicker from the pen outside the barn and Jake’s low, snorting reply. It was as if his horses outside were reassuring the ones inside, that all would be well. Trouble was, Nate wasn’t so sure about that.
Nola turned around in her pen and he fought down a cough. Then another one. Socks, who had followed him into the barn, nudged his hand.
“Sorry, buddy,” he said, coughing again, dropping to the straw-covered floor beside the dog, stroking his dark head. “That’s what I get for trying to be a hero.”
He rubbed his eyes, still sore from the smoke and fought down another cough as his thoughts circled back to Mia.
Last night, after coming back from the hospital, Nate had turned down Denny and Evangeline’s offer of coffee and instead, had gone directly to the trailer he would be staying at. He needed some time alone.
It was disturbingly easy to resurrect the feeling of Mia’s delicate body in his arms that moment in the hospital. How she had leaned into him and how easily his arms went around her. It had frightened him, but what bothered him more was how good it felt.
The tantalizing glimpse of something he couldn’t—shouldn’t—have.
He wanted to blame his reaction on the isolation that had dogged him the past few months. The feeling that, in spite of doing what he loved, there was a huge hole in his life. It was that feeling that had sent him back to reading the Bible. Sent him to his knees in prayer.
And now he would be on his foster brother’s ranch for a while. But so would Mia and her kids.
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