“We will,” she assured him. “Gideon and I are well suited. We have a shared love of the town and Carter, of course. I was in the military, so I have a basic understanding of what he went through while he was abroad. We’re both committed to our relationship and the family unit and there is excellent sexual chemistry.”
She paused, her eyebrows drawing together. “I shouldn’t have mentioned the latter. That’s more of a girlfriend topic.”
Despite the throbbing in his hand, the exhaustion clawing at him, he laughed. “I can handle it,” he told her. “Just don’t give me details. We’re talking about my brother.”
She smiled. “Yes, of course. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” The smile faded as she paused. “Your parents will be arriving soon.”
“I’d heard. It’s going to be one big family Christmas.” He glanced down at his hand. A tiny spot of blood had seeped through the white gauze. No doubt what had caused Noelle to nearly faint. She was a lightweight, he thought humorously. She wouldn’t last thirty seconds of his workday. Not that he would want her to see what he’d been dealing with on a daily basis for the past decade.
“Do you think you could tell me what they’re like?”
It took him a second to realize Felicia meant his parents and not his life as a trauma specialist in the army.
“I’m not sure what you want to know,” he admitted, returning his attention to his future sister-in-law. “My parents were very traditional. Mom took care of business and Dad told us all what to do.”
Felicia frowned. “There’s information in your statement, but I don’t understand it.” She waved her right hand. “While I’m exceptionally well-schooled, my social cues aren’t perfected. I’m mostly concerned that they bond with Carter and that they not tell Gideon he shouldn’t marry me.”
“Grandparents are hardwired to love their grandkids,” he said, impressed with her bluntness. “As for you, what’s not to like?”
“Thank you for the compliment. I could compile a list of my flaws, but I know that’s not what you’re asking.” She drew in a breath. “I’m very nervous. Gideon always speaks of his mother fondly but he has more ambivalence about his father.”
“And he was the good son,” Gabriel said drily.
“You weren’t?”
Gabriel didn’t believe in dwelling on the past and he wasn’t going to start now. “My father was a drill sergeant. Great for the military but hell on the kids.” At least Gideon had always wanted to serve. “Just don’t let him boss Carter around.”
Felicia nodded. “We have a routine that is beneficial to all of us. I’ll be sure to protect that.”
He made the mistake of flexing his injured hand, then had to hold in a curse. “I should let you get back to work. What time do you head home?”
“Five.” She looked at him. “You must be tired. I can drive you up the mountain now, if you’d like.”
“I’ll be fine,” he told her. “I’ll wander around town until you’re ready.”
He gave her his cell number, then stood. “It’s nice to meet you, Felicia. My brother is a lucky man.”
Her expression softened and what could only be described as love filled her eyes. “I’m the lucky one. I’m glad to finally meet you.” Her mouth curved. “Whenever Gideon’s in a bad mood, I remind him that he once shared a womb with you. He finds the image so uncomfortable, he’s usually distracted from whatever is bothering him.”
Gabriel was a doctor and even he didn’t like to think about being in his mother’s belly or sharing the space with his brother. “You’re a twisted woman. Like I said, Gideon chose well.”
She came around the desk and hugged him again. “I’m so happy to have an extended family,” she said. “Even if it is by marriage.”
This time he was more comfortable hugging her back. She wasn’t anyone’s definition of normal, but to his mind, that concept was highly overrated. He had a feeling that she and his brother fit the way a couple was supposed to. He told himself to let his usual cynicism go and simply be happy for them. After all, it was that time of year.
He left her office and started walking through town. While the sky was clear, the temperature was cold enough to make him grateful for his bulky coat. He ignored the steady pain in his hand and occasional stumble. He could make a couple of hours. Once he was back at Gideon’s he would crash for a couple of days and wake up healed. At least that was the plan.
The small downtown was bustling. Even on a weekday afternoon. There were lots of stores, including a coffee place called Brew-haha. He stopped in for a drip to go and got a cupcake while he was at it. He wandered by the park, then saw Noelle’s store across the street. Not sure of his purpose, he crossed at the corner and walked toward the building.
She was in the window, putting a Help Wanted sign in front of the decorated Christmas tree. When she saw him, she smiled and waved, then motioned for him to come in.
The store was big and well-lit. There was more Christmas paraphernalia than any one person could want. Overhead beams simulated an actual attic and two or three train sets ran around the perimeter of the store. The air smelled of apples and cinnamon, and holiday music played in the background. A couple of women browsed what looked like the world’s largest teddy bear display.
“You found Felicia?” Noelle asked.
“I did.” He chuckled. “You were right. She’s smart.”
“And beautiful. It’s an annoying combination, but she’s my friend and I love her. Which I think makes me a superior person.”
Noelle laughed as she spoke. Her blue eyes were bright and happy. Everyone had secrets, he thought, but he would guess hers were the garden variety. No dangerous ghosts, no great loss. This was what home was like. Regular people living their lives. Like nearly every soldier, he’d enjoyed knowing that ordinary life had existed somewhere. The difference was he didn’t know if he could return to it or not.
“What’s with the sign?” he asked. “The college help let you down?”
“You have no idea. When we got back, the store was closed. Both my salespeople had taken off to experience the fresh powder up on the mountain. I’m trying not to hope they fall and break an arm.”
* * *
Noelle studied the tall man in front of her. He’d been pale the last time she’d seen him, but now she would swear there was a gray cast to his skin. The shadows under his eyes seemed darker and his mouth was pulled in what she would guess was pain.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Jet-lagged. Felicia is going to take me back up the mountain when she gets off at five.”
Noelle winced. That was three hours away. “It’s my fault,” she told him. “I shouldn’t have let you drive me back to town.”
“I wasn’t going to have you drive yourself and crash.”
“I might have made it.”
“Might being the operative word. I’ll be fine.”
“No offense, but you don’t look fine. Are you sure I can’t drive you back?” She held up her hand. “Never mind. I already know what you’re going to say.”
The worst part was, he was right. Until she got some more practice, she shouldn’t be doing any winter driving outside of the plowed streets of town. But she couldn’t leave the poor man swaying from exhaustion.
“Come on,” she said, motioning for him to follow her.
She led the way to the back room, where she kept extra inventory and had a small break area with a table and four chairs.
The table was actually salvaged from an estate sale in town. Noelle loved the deep mahogany finish and the graceful legs, but what had most appealed to her was the writing etched into the top. As if the previous owner had spent long hours writing letters.
Now she pulled a blanket from the pile on one of the chairs and folded it into the shape of a pillow, then pointed to the sofa. “It’s more comfortable than it looks.”
Gabriel shook his head. “I’m fine.” He seemed more wary than
interested in resting.
“You’re practically unconscious. This is a Christmas store. I really can’t be explaining the strange man slumped on the middle of my floor.” She collected a second blanket. “You don’t have anything else to do until Felicia picks you up. Come on. No one will bother you here.”
“You’re coaxing me. I’m not some wild dog you’re trying to rescue.”
She grinned. “I can’t help it. It’s a girl thing.”
He grumbled something under his breath, then finally walked to the sofa and shrugged out of his jacket. He lay down. He was too tall to stretch out, but he was able to turn on his side, with his legs not too bunched. She draped the second blanket on top of him.
“You don’t have to sleep.”
“I won’t.”
“Of course not. I’ll be back a little before five.”
She walked out of the storage room and went to help her customers. They each bought two bears. A family with a toddler in a stroller came in and wanted to talk about the train set. Ten minutes later they left with one, along with three holiday DVDs and an angel doll for their young daughter. Noelle tiptoed back into the storage room to check on her guest.
Gabriel’s eyes were closed and he didn’t stir as she approached. Good, she thought as she backed out toward the front of the store. He needed the rest. It was the best way to heal. While she’d never been cut as badly as he had, she knew something about what it took the body to recover.
* * *
The afternoon passed quickly. Noelle was kept busy with customers and brainstorming sales and events. Important when one was in retail, she thought. About ten minutes before five, she walked into the break room and stopped by the sofa. Gabriel didn’t look as if he’d moved at all, but his color was better and some of the tension seemed to have faded. She put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” she began, her voice soft. “It’s nearly—”
He sat up instantly, his eyes wide with alarm. “What?”
She kept her voice low and calm. “It’s Noelle. You’re in my store. You’ve been sleeping.”
His dark blue gaze locked on her face. “I cut my hand. I don’t have a brain injury.”
“Just checking,” she told him as she straightened and walked to the refrigerator. She took out her pitcher of water and poured him a glass. “Felicia phoned. She’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
He shifted until he was facing front. “She didn’t have to leave work early for me.”
Noelle handed him the glass. “It’s nearly five. You’ve been asleep for three hours.”
Gabriel took the glass. “I was tired,” he admitted. “Thanks for letting me crash.”
She turned one of the dining chairs toward him and sat down. As always, by the end of the day, her feet were ready for a break.
“It’s the least I could do,” she told him. “You drove me down the mountain. Of course I could have done you in with an umbrella and chose not to, so maybe you owe me.”
“Not likely.”
He drank the water. She tried not to notice how appealing a warm and sleepy man could be. His light brown hair was mussed, his expression relaxed. She was sure the wariness would return soon enough, but it was nice to see him without his guard up.
For a second she allowed herself to think what it would be like to crawl up next to him—to feel his arms around her and maybe snuggle on the sofa. She hadn’t been in a relationship in what felt like a millennium, but was actually just about two years. Long enough for her to be lonely, she thought.
He finished the water then set the empty glass on the table by the sofa. “Thanks for all of this,” he said, motioning to the blanket and the sofa. “You were right.”
“I usually am.”
His mouth twitched. “And modest.”
She shrugged. “I live with the burden.”
The twitch turned into a smile. “Are you thinking sainthood or just a tasteful plaque?”
“We’ll start with a plaque.” She studied him. “You’re still exhausted. Jet lag?”
He nodded. “I spent the past two days traveling.”
“Where did you come from?”
“Germany. There’s a big hospital there.” He looked like he was going to say more, but didn’t.
“How’d you get back to the States? Military transport?”
“Part of the way. Then commercial. There was snow in Chicago.”
She looked at the lines around his eyes and mouth. “Your hand is bothering you,” she observed. “Can I get you something for it?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” She didn’t risk glancing at the bandage. “You’re forgetting I saw it earlier.”
“How could I forget? You fainted.”
“I didn’t. I nearly fainted. There’s a difference.”
He leaned back against the sofa, looking more relaxed. “Not much of one.”
“You’re trying to change the subject.”
One eyebrow rose. “From?”
“How you acting like a macho idiot isn’t going to help you get better.”
“This would be your medical opinion?”
She ignored that. “Pain is stress and stress inhibits healing. I read a lot,” she added, knowing she wasn’t ready to tell him why she knew what she was talking about. “Would it help if I said I wouldn’t tell?”
“No.”
“You’re so stubborn.”
“Do I get a plaque, too?”
She held up both hands. “Fine. Don’t heal. Have an open wound forever. See if I care.”
He stood slowly. She was tall, but he was taller. He looked all manly in her storage room, she thought. Out of place, but in a good way. If that was possible.
“I should go wait out front,” he said, reaching for his jacket. “So Felicia doesn’t have to park.”
“You up to this?” she asked, thinking that he hadn’t seen his brother in a long time. “Dealing with all the emotional stuff? If it gets too much, tell Felicia you’re still recovering from blood loss. She’ll force you to go lie down. Oh, but if you do that, don’t resist. She knows things.”
The amusement returned to Gabriel’s eyes. “What kind of things?”
“You know. Scary military stuff. Like how to twist you up like a pretzel and make you scream like a little girl.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that about her.”
“It’s true. She’s not as good as Consuelo, but she has skills.”
He studied her for a second. She felt the heat of his gaze and hoped he was thinking how he’d like to rip her clothes off and have his manly way with her. Then he leaned close and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thanks for not running me through with the umbrella. And for the nap.”
“Anytime,” she murmured, holding in a sigh. Apparently Gabriel found her very resistible. Just her luck.
She walked him to the front door and was about to say she hoped to see him again when an older lady called for help by the glass ornaments.
“Be right there,” she said and turned back to say something to Gabriel.
But he was already gone.
Chapter 3
“Great view,” Gabriel said, tipping his beer bottle toward the darkness beyond the deck that wrapped around his brother’s house. During the day the side of the mountain was visible, but now there was only the outline of trees and the starry sky above. A little light spilled out from the house. Enough for him to make out the man sitting next to him and the railing of the deck. But beyond that was only the night.
Dinner had been more comfortable than he’d expected. Carter had done most of the talking. He’d asked a few questions, then gone on about his day and his friends. He was a good kid, Gabriel thought. Well-adjusted and friendly. Felicia had kept the conversation going, as well, but she’d been carefully watching Gideon, as if concerned this was all too much for him.
After the meal, she’d shooed the brothers out of the kitchen to “get caught up.�
� They’d come out on the deck, where it was cold and quiet.
“I like the light,” his brother said.
Gabriel thought of all the skylights in the house. He only knew the broad brushstrokes of his brother’s imprisonment, but suspected he’d been held somewhere indoors. It made sense to want to see as much sky as possible after that.
He sipped his beer, conscious of the constant throbbing in his hand. Later, when he was ready for bed, he would take something. Over-the-counter only, he amended, thinking that Noelle would mock him if she knew.
“Sweet setup,” he said. “You’ve done well.”
“I got lucky. I didn’t plan to settle here when I came to visit. Hell, I wasn’t planning to stay anywhere. But then I saw the radio stations for sale and I figured I might as well give it a go.”
“Because you know so much about radio.”
Gideon grinned. “I learned. I like what I do.”
“Oldies.” Gabriel shuddered. “Why?”
“It’s real music. Not everyone wants to listen to LL Cool J.”
“Then they’re missing out. Carter prefers my music over yours.”
His brother leaned his head back. “You’re guessing.”
“Maybe, but I’m right.”
“Everyone has flaws.” His brother turned toward him. “He’s impressive, isn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“I want to take credit, but I can’t,” Gideon admitted. “It was all his mother. She did better than I ever could have. Then she got sick. That forced him to grow up fast.”
“Does he talk about her much?”
“Some. Felicia’s fine with it. She encourages him to make sure he has her picture around and that he tells stories about her. Keeping the memories fresh.”
“She’s great, too.”
Gideon nodded. “I can’t explain why she loves me, but she does. She’s fiercely loyal. Determined. When I was ready to give up on being part of a family, she wouldn’t. She was willing to take Carter and raise him herself.” He sounded impressed and a little in awe. “I didn’t want to let her in, but I couldn’t help myself. And once I stopped trying to fight her, it was easy to admit how much I loved her.”
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