A Baxter's Redemption

by Patricia Johns

  “Everything’s good. I’m looking forward to having my kids in school next week. Even Ben’s looking forward to getting back to teaching. I mean—” She cast a worried glance at Annie.

  Annie was quick to brush aside the woman’s concerns. “I know exactly what you mean. Eric used to get as excited about the start of a new school year as he looked forward to the end of the previous one. It’s a thing with teachers. Please tell Ben I said hello.”

  “I will, for sure. Have a seat,” she said to Annie and CJ. “Isaac, can you climb up here for me?”

  He nodded, and scrambled up onto the examining table.

  “My goodness, you’re getting tall. What is your mom feeding you?”

  Isaac giggled.

  Annie watched from the edge of her seat, worried he could tumble off the high table if he didn’t sit still. She felt her sister’s hand curl over hers, silently reassuring.

  “Are you looking forward to school next week?” Stacey asked.

  Isaac nodded vigorously. “I’m gonna be in second grade.”

  “Are you? So is my daughter, Melissa.” She held up a digital thermometer. “I’m going to slip this in your ear so I can take your temperature, okay?”

  More nodding. “I know Melissa.”

  “I thought you might.” The thermometer beeped. She looked at the digital display and then showed it to Isaac. “See those numbers, little man? Perfectly normal,” she said, noting them on his chart.

  This offered Annie no relief. Fever was not a symptom of a concussion or, heaven forbid, a brain hemorrhage. She knew because, even against her own better judgment, she had looked them up on her phone while CJ had driven them to the clinic.

  “Would you like to stay up here?” Stacey asked Isaac, handing him a couple of small coloring books that came with a colorful assortment of animal stickers. “Or jump down and sit with your mom?”

  “I’ll stay up here.” Isaac opened one of the books. “Do I get to keep these?”

  “You sure do.” Stacey turned to Annie. “Dr. Woodward’s just finishing up with another patient and then he’ll be right in to see you.”

  “Thanks,” Annie said. She stood and moved to stand next to her son in case he started to feel light-headed, which was one of the symptoms they had to watch for.

  Dr. Woodward. Paul. They had all known one another for most of their lives, although she and Eric hadn’t seen much of Paul since he’d left for college and then went on to study medicine at one of the universities in Chicago. He had stayed there and had been practicing at a big-city hospital ever since.

  Eric had always been a man of action, a little impulsive, even. By comparison, Paul studied the angles, thought things through. Eric’s spontaneity had been tempered by his friend’s careful consideration of everyone and everything around him. She was beyond relieved that Paul was here. If anyone would take extra-special care of Eric’s son, it would be his best friend.

  “See, Mom? This book’s got dinosaurs. This one’s Diplodocus. That’s one of the plant eaters. Can I really take these books home with me?”

  “Stacey said you could so, yes.”

  Isaac peeled the sticker off the sheet and stuck it to the matching shape on the coloring page. This was a good sign. His fine motor skills wouldn’t be so precise if his vision was blurred, another of the worst-case-scenario symptoms. She smoothed his hair and listened to him chatter about each dinosaur as he applied stickers to the page. Brontosaurus, Stegosaurus, Tyrannosaurus rex. Then he opened the second book.

  “Jungle animals,” he said. “Is this a parrot?”

  “I think that’s a macaw. Parrots have smaller beaks.”

  “Maca-a-a-w,” he said, peeling and attaching the sticker to the page. “Caw, caw, ca-a-a-w.”

  The door opened. “Someone told me there was a little boy in here who’s fallen off a horse. I wasn’t expecting a crow.”

  Isaac giggled. “Uncle Paul!” He held up a hand and Paul high-fived it.

  “Annie. How are you?” Paul asked.

  Annie took one look at him and felt her spine soften. He opened his arms for her and she melted into them. She had forgotten how it felt to lean on someone, rest a cheek against a hard chest, breathe in a male scent with just a hint of woodsy aftershave. She pulled away. She should not be having inappropriate reactions to one of Eric’s best friends.

  He moved his hands to her shoulders, leaned in and kissed the cheek that had just sought comfort on a shoulder that was broader than she remembered.

  “Oh, Paul. It’s so good to see you. You have no idea.” She looked into eyes that were not green, not brown. Hazel, she decided. She had never noticed the color before. Now she was sure would never forget them.

  The tip of her nose turned pink—she could feel it. Her face didn’t turn red the way a normal person’s did. Only her nose. Anytime she was embarrassed or flustered, or whatever it was she was feeling at that moment, she ended up looking like Rudolph on a bender. To cover it, she brought the fingertips of one hand to the bridge of her nose.

  “Good to see you, too.” He kissed her again, on the forehead this time, and turned to Isaac. “And who is this young man?”

  “I’m Isaac.”

  “No way. Isaac Larsen’s a little guy about this tall.” Paul demonstrated by holding out his hand.

  “Grandpa says I’m growing like a weed,” Isaac offered, setting aside the sticker books.

  “Your grandpa’s right about that. Are you taking good care of your mom?” Paul asked, offering his hand to Isaac.

  “Yup.” Isaac accepted the handshake and gazed up at him. “I feed our dog and help bring in eggs from the chicken coop. Me and my dad used to do that, but he died.”

  Annie’s breath caught in her throat.

  “I know.” Paul’s tone was solemn. “I still miss him.”

  Listening to their exchange made Annie’s chest tighten. Although they hadn’t seen much of Paul in person, she had known he and Eric kept in touch, mostly by email and the occasional phone call. Of course Paul would miss him. After the funeral she should have done a better job of staying in touch.

  “So, tell me about horseback riding.” Paul took a seat on a wheeled stool that brought him to eye level with her son.

  “Auntie CJ’s giving me riding lessons.”

  “That’s pretty cool. English or western.”

  “Western.” Isaac’s enthusiasm was contagious. “I’m gonna be barrel racing at the junior rodeo and when I’m bigger I’m gonna be a real cowboy.”

  Paul laughed, then exchanged a quick smile with Annie before he turned his attention back to her son. “What’s your horse’s name?”

  “Zephyr.”

  “Good name for a horse.”

  Annie forced herself to stop hovering and took the chair next to CJ, who was rolling her eyes.

  What? Annie mouthed.

  CJ placed a hand over her heart and pretended to swoon, and it was Annie’s turn for an eye roll. Behave!

  “Can you tell me what happened this morning when you were riding Zephyr?” Paul asked.

  “I fell off.”

  “You did? Is Zephyr a bucking bronco?”

  Isaac giggled again. “Nope. But I’m gonna ride one when I’m a grown-up cowboy.”

  Over my dead body, Annie thought.

  “Were you wearing a helmet?” Paul asked.

  Isaac nodded.

  “Good.” Paul pulled a small instrument out of his pocket. “This is a flashlight.” He demonstrated by pressing on it and generating a beam of light. “I want you to look right at me so I can take a look at your eyes. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yup.”

  “Good job,” he said, slipping the penlight back in his pocket. “Pupils dilating just the way we like them to
.”

  Annie knew his comments were more for her benefit than her son’s. She appreciated his thoughtfulness even while she ignored CJ’s I-told-you-so elbow jab.

  Paul held out his hands, palms up. “Now I need to see if you’re strong enough to be a cowboy. Can you press down on my hands as hard as you can?”

  Isaac enthusiastically demonstrated his superhuman strength, repeating the test by pressing up, out and in against Paul’s hands. He laughed when one foot and then the other swung involuntarily in response to a tap to the knee with a little rubber hammer.

  “Dude, have you been working out? Lifting weights?” Paul asked. “Training for the Olympics?”

  “Nope. I help my grandpa, though. He has a wheelchair and he lets me push him around sometimes.”

  “How’s your grandpa doing?” Paul looked to Annie for an answer as he ran both hands along her son’s arms, then gently flexed them at the wrist, elbow and shoulder.

  “He rides horses, too,” Isaac said before she had a chance to answer.

  Clearly surprised, Paul looked to Annie for confirmation.

  “He’s amazing,” Annie said. “And yes, he rides. CJ runs a therapeutic riding program at the farm. Our dad was her test case and now he helps with the kids from time to time.”

  “Kids with disabilities often lead sheltered lives,” CJ said, jumping into the conversation. “Seeing a man get from wheelchair to horseback and canter around the ring can be a real eye-opener for them. And for their parents, who can sometimes be a little overprotective.”

  “No doubt,” Paul said. “Good to know about your program, too. Do you take referrals?”

  CJ grinned. “You bet I do.”

  Annie watched as Paul had Isaac lie back on the exam table and flex his legs while he talked to CJ. Apparently all checked out there as well.

  “Can you sit up for me, champ? Good stuff. Now, do you remember how you landed when you fell?”

  Isaac pointed to his left shoulder.

  Paul turned to CJ. “Where was he riding? In a field, on a gravel road?”

  “Oh, no. I give lessons in a covered arena. The floor has a thick layer of wood chips.”

  “So you had a pretty soft landing,” he said to Isaac. “Can you peel off your T-shirt so I can take a look at that shoulder?”

  Paul didn’t offer assistance, and Annie had to resist the urge to jump up and help. Instead, he closely watched Isaac’s movements as he bent and twisted and wriggled his way out of the shirt. Paul popped the earpieces of his stethoscope into his ears and held up the chest piece.

  “Do you know what this is for?” he asked.

  “Listening to hearts.”

  “That’s right. I can hear what’s going on inside your lungs, too.” He reached behind Isaac, ran the tip of a finger along her son’s shoulder blade as he did. “Can you take a big, deep breath and hold it for me?”

  Isaac’s narrow chest swelled.

  “Good, that’s it. Now breathe out.”

  Isaac let out a whoosh.

  Paul moved the stethoscope. “Again.”

  After several repetitions, he draped the stethoscope around his neck and examined her son’s shoulder more closely before he turned to Annie.

  “You have a healthy little cowboy here. No sign of concussion, no broken bones. Even a hairline fracture would be causing some pain. He has the makings of a dandy bruise here on his shoulder, though.”

  Annie stood to take a look. Sure enough, a red-and-purple streak marred her son’s pale skin. She lightly ran her fingers over it.

  “Does that hurt?” she asked.

  Isaac shook his head. “Can we go now? I’m hungry.”

  “Sure. We’ll have lunch as soon as we get home.” She felt silly for rushing here, assuming Isaac might have a head injury but not checking to see if he had any scrapes or bruises.

  Paul caught her hand in his as she withdrew it from Isaac’s shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze and held on. “You did the right thing, bringing him in to be checked out. His shoulder might be a little stiff and sore for a few days. An ice pack will help with that if you can get him to sit still for a few minutes.”

  “Thank you. I was so worried.”

  “Perfectly understandable. Anytime you have a concern, bring him in or give us a call. That’s what we’re here for.”

  She noticed he didn’t say that’s what he was here for. It was a silly thought. Why should he? He ran his thumb over the back of her hand, though, before he let go and helped Isaac put on his shirt. She wrapped her other hand around the one Paul had released, wanting to hold onto the warmth and reassurance of his touch.

  “Now that you’re back in town, you’ll have to come to the farm for a visit. Coffee, maybe, or dinner.”

  He looked at her, his gaze a little intense and completely unreadable. “Coffee would be great. My shift here starts at ten so I could run out in the morning before I start work.”

  “Tomorrow?” Is that what he meant when he said in the morning, or had he meant some morning? She wished her question hadn’t sounded so hopeful.

  “Tomorrow works,” he said without missing a beat. He held out a hand to steady Isaac as he jumped off the table, then ruffled his hair before opening the door of the examining room. “You let your mom put an ice pack on that shoulder, okay? Doctor’s orders. CJ, good to see you again.”

  “Likewise.” Not one to stand on ceremony, CJ wrapped her arms around his neck. “Good to have you back in town.”

  “Good to be here.” He turned to Annie. “See you in the morning.” Then he was gone.

  Her heart fluttered and the tip of her nose sizzled.

  CJ looked her square in the eye.

  “Don’t you dare start with the I-told-you-so’s,” Annie said. “You heard what Paul said. Bringing him here was the right thing to do.”

  Her sister flashed an impish grin. “You were totally right. And hey, you even managed to land yourself a date.”

  “Shhh.” She glanced at her son, but he was already out the door, sticker books tucked securely under his arm. “It’s not a date. It’s coffee with an old friend.”

  “It’s a date,” CJ said.

  “It’s coffee,” Annie insisted. “At the house, in the kitchen, with all of you hanging around.”

  CJ slung an arm around her shoulders and they followed Isaac to the parking lot. For once, she seemed willing to let Annie have the last word. But as soon as they were in the truck, CJ was grinning again as she backed out of the parking space.

  “I can’t speak for you. But Paul? He thinks it’s a date.”

  “What’s a date?” Isaac asked.

  “It’s when two people go out to dinner and a movie,” Annie said. “You know, like Auntie CJ does all the time.”

  “Auntie CJ never goes for dinner with anybody. She always has dinner at home, with us.”

  “Oh, that’s right. She does, doesn’t she?”

  “Ouch. That was a low blow.” For a few seconds CJ put on her well-rehearsed I’m-the-baby-in-the-family pouty face, then the evil little grin was back. “Riverton isn’t exactly overrun with eligible men but you know, now that Paul Woodward’s back...huh. Maybe I’ll ask him to take me out for dinner and a movie.”

  When are you going to learn? Annie asked herself. CJ never settled for anything short of having the last word. But two things were certain—having coffee with Paul was not a date, and no one else in her family was going to date him, either.

  Copyright © 2017 by Lee McKenzie McAnally

  ISBN-13: 9781488012075

  A Baxter’s Redemption

  Copyright © 2017 by Patty Froese Ntihemuka

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