by Kate Kinsley
Dismissing the nagging thoughts, she went to take a seat. As she approached her place, Dave held out her chair. He then repeated the gesture for her mother, who was beaming. He then started toward her father, but the older man was having none of it.
“Don’t you dare try to seat me like some old woman.” He put his palm up in front of Dave’s face. “I can sit my ass down just fine, young man.” He cocked his head, his eyes full of amusement, which also knitted his brow. “It’s pretty much all Anne will let me do these days, son.” He looked at her mother. “Right, sweetheart? Charity’s drill sergeants have nothing on you.”
“Oh, Richard. Sit down and eat.” She smiled at her husband. “Don’t worry. Before you know it, I’ll have a new honey-do list for you. Right now, I need to fatten you up a little.”
Chuckles followed the playful exchange, trickling through the air like confetti. The mood remained lighthearted, the four of them chattering on about a variety of topics. This was the mother Charity loved. The one who didn’t take every comment as a confrontation. She caught a glimpse of Snowflake, his belly now full, as he followed the voices. He ducked under the table, sniffed his way to Dave, and dropped his tired little head on top of his shoe. She was unaware her mother was watching. She, too, looked beneath the table. She caught Charity’s eyes when she returned her attention to those sitting on chairs, not the furry one beneath them.
“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you have to figure out what you’re going to do about him. You’re getting attached, Charity. I can see it in your eyes.”
The admonishment in her mother’s expression was a blade to Charity’s heart. She understood the intent and the unspoken message within. She didn’t add the words “because he’s not staying here.” After all, Dave was present. It would make her appear uncharitable.
“I don’t know yet.” She looked down at the sleeping puppy, refusing the urge to challenge her mother. Equally disheartening was the stern message and her mother’s insensitivity for something so small and helpless. Adoption. That was it. It could be the only explanation for why they were so different. There was no way they shared the same DNA.
“I know you think I’m unreasonable.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m not being mean, honey. You’ll be in another state. I’m just asking the hard questions and trying to be the voice of reason. I can see by your expression you think I’m the bad guy. I’m trying to be realistic. Your father and I—well, we can’t take care of a dog.”
Anger snapped Charity’s head up as crimson filled her vision. “I said I’d take care of it!”
The deadweight of silence fell over the room as her ferocity equaled her mother’s for the first time. She’d never stood up to her mother like that before. Shock registered on the faces of both parents. Maybe the army was teaching her to “be all she could be,” because she wasn’t backing down.
Now that she had their attention, she inhaled deeply, reining in her fury, replacing it with logic.
“Look, I know what you’re thinking, and, while I appreciate your concern, I’ve got it under control. I’m not dumping a dog on you, Mom, so calm down. I said I’d take care of it, and I will. Now, can we just change the subject? Enjoy the dinner and our company? It’s my first night home. I don’t want to argue.”
Her mother nodded, but Charity didn’t miss the flash of anger in her eyes. She fully expected that, once Dave was gone, her mother wouldn’t hold back. For right now, she was saving face, but Charity wasn’t stupid. Her smart-ass attitude had her mother’s blood simmering. It was only a matter of time before it boiled. She had no doubt her mom would unleash her vengeance once all windows and doors were closed. For now, she choked on her pride and swallowed her rage, returning her attention to their guest.
“I’m going to make some coffee. David, would you like a cup?” Before he could answer, she disappeared into the kitchen. When she was out of view, Dave reached under the table and gave her knee a reassuring pat. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. At least someone at the table supported her.
Chapter Thirteen
“Here we go.” Charity’s mother placed a carafe on the table, turned, and went back into the kitchen to get the mugs. It was as if her moods ran hot and cold. Once back, she poured for David and Rich, took her seat, and left Charity to serve herself. Dave and Charity exchanged knowing looks, understanding that was Anne’s subtle way of showing displeasure to her daughter.
“So, David, your mother tells me you’ll be moving?”
“It isn’t certain. I haven’t accepted the job, but it looks that way, yes.” Raising the cup to his lips, he caught a glance at Charity as he peered over the rim. When he sat it down, he turned to Charity, not her mother. A moment ago, her mother’s passive-aggressive behavior was directed at her. Dave just as subtly did the same to Anne now. “It’s a tempting offer. If I do accept—and I haven’t yet—I don’t plan on working with them for more than two years. I’d prefer to put my efforts into opening a business of my own.”
“Do tell, where is this new opportunity? I hope not too far away.”
Again, Dave directed his attention to Charity. “It’s in Washington state. As I said, the offer is good, but if I accept, I’m only obligating myself for two years.”
“Washington” Anne’s voice hitched, exposing her pleasure. “That’s close to where Charity’s stationed!” Her mother gave her a smug look. “Wouldn’t that be nice? The two of you would be near enough you could get together now and again.”
Charity’s heart jumped. She put aside her momentary displeasure with her mother, instead processing Dave’s news. Of course, it would make her happy to be closer to Dave, especially far enough away her mother couldn’t meddle.
Dave’s eyes caught Charity, his expression telling her their thoughts were similar. “Base Lewis-McChord is about half an hour away from the office where I’d be working. We could get together sometime, that is, if you’re free.”
“I’m sure Charity could take some time for a friend.” Charity bit the inside of her cheek as her mother hijacked the conversation once again. “What will you do with your house? Your mother tells me it’s beautiful. That you’ve renovated that old house on Mayfield. She said it’s gorgeous.”
“I’ll lease it. I don’t want to sell it. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be back in two years.”
Suddenly interested, Charity’s father joined in. “Your father has mentioned your success with investing on his behalf. If you have time and wouldn’t mind, I’d like to sit down with you to discuss some financial matters.” He gave her mother a tender look. “Anne and I have worked hard all our lives. This heart attack was a wake-up call for me. I want to assure my wife won’t have to worry when I’m gone.”
Charity saw a flash of pain, distort her mother’s expression. “Stop it, Richard. You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to be around a long time.”
“Anne, three weeks ago, you were very close to widowhood. No one knows their expiration date. Preparing for the future so we can live comfortably now, and planning for what happens after death, it’s a wise move. We can’t ignore reality.” Charity’s father placed his upturned hand on the table as an invitation to her mother. As she put her hand in his, her countenance changed. It was soft. Tender. Instantly, and despite her differences with her mother, a lump clogged Charity’s throat at the thought of them dying.
“I’d be happy to do it,” Dave answered. You and Miss Anne are the types of people I hope to reach. I grew up seeing how my own parents budgeted to make sure we had what we needed. I’ve been interested in finance since I got my first week’s allowance. You let me know when it’s convenient for you, and I’ll make sure I’m available.”
Charity’s heart swelled. Once again, Dave affected her with his kindness and sensitivity. He was the kind of guy any girl would be lucky to have in her life. In the boyfriend race, he was the trifecta: sexy, sweet, and smart. She wouldn’t
deny her attraction to him. Knowing circumstances might place him close to her base birthed hope. Maybe that childhood crush could develop into something more.
Dave looked at his watch. “I hate to leave such good company, but I have an appointment.” He looked over at Anne. “Can I help you clear the table before I go?”
Charity’s mother waved him away with a tsk and a scowl. “You picked up our daughter from the airport. Dinner was the least we could do.” Her mother paused, giving Charity a look. “And thank you for picking up the needed items for the dog.”
The look was a challenge. Another hidden message. Her mother wanted to assure she’d had manners enough to thank Dave for his kindness.
“I thanked him already, Mom.”
“Well, a second thank you never hurt anybody,” she said matter of factly.
“No problem.” Dave pushed his chair away from the table, then gave Charity a hopeful look. “Walk me to the car, Angel?”
She nodded. “I’ll be back in a minute, Mom. I’ll help with the dishes.”
“Take your time.” Charity noted the hopeful spark in her mother’s eye. She was playing matchmaker—and not too subtly.
Dave placed his hand on her father’s shoulder as he walked by the older man. “I’m serious about helping you, Mister Rich. Just let me know when you want to talk.”
Her dad gave him a huffed laugh. “It doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere soon. Check your schedule. I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”
Charity, with Snowflake in her arms, followed Dave out to the truck. He got in, closing the door behind him.
“Let me have him for a minute.” He nodded toward the puppy. Dave took him, nuzzled his nose, then sat him down on his lap. She stepped up onto the running board, balancing herself with her arms leaning on the rim of the window.
“Your house sounds nice.”
Dave grinned. “It is. It's big compared to these we grew up in.” He jutted his chin toward the line of connecting brick houses. “It's right in the heart of Towson. Much like all the older houses, it was cut up into small rooms. I knocked out a bunch of walls. It’s much more open, and it’s got a big back yard. It’s only fifteen minutes away. I can keep an eye on my parents—and yours.”
“What about the job in Washington? It goes without saying you won’t be near enough to keep an eye on them.”
Concern cast a shadow on his expression. “That’s my only reservation. My folks.” He let out a sigh. “They aren’t youngsters, you know?”
Charity was touched by his concern for his family. “I get it. Mine are younger than yours and look at what happened to my dad. It’s a problem, for sure. You want to move your future forward, but you have strong ties back home. I couldn’t wait to get home and see for myself how Dad was doing. When Mom called, I felt so . . . helpless.”
He placed a reassuring hand on her arm. “Don’t worry, okay? If I accept this job, I won’t be moving for at least six months. I told them I wanted to telecommute until I tied up matters in Baltimore. They were very generous. The CFO gave me a year and said that, once I set up my office to meet with clients in person, telecommuting indefinitely could be an option. I'll come over and check on your mom and dad when I check on mine. As far as your yard? I’ll take care of that too.”
“I really should hire someone. You have a lot on your plate.”
“Summer’s almost over. I’ll take care of your dad’s yard, but I’m going to get a lawn maintenance company to care for both mine and my parent’s homes. I’ll talk to your dad about it. Tell him that I’m comfortable enough to trust them at my parent’s house. If he agrees, I’ll just add yours to the contract. He can try it, then decide if he wants it to be temporary or permanent. That way, your dad can just mess with his garden. They can take care of the weekly cutting.”
“You let me know how much it is, and I’ll send you a check.”
“Whatever.” Dave shrugged indifferently.
As she clung to the door for balance, Dave looked into her eyes. Longing crushed her chest. He was perfect. Simply perfect. He scanned her face, and when his eyes met hers, she saw the desire hidden within them.
Quickly and impulsively, he moved, reaching through the window to cup her neck. His fingers flexed, threading through her hair. His lips were demanding, the potency of his kiss weakening her knees. Doubt melted away as he tasted her. She’d been waiting for this kiss since she was thirteen years old, but nothing could have prepared her for the feelings it would unleash.
He pulled back. She opened her eyes. They looked at each other like they were drugged. She attempted to rebalance, her head swimming from the passionate connection. As she moved her hand to grip the mirror, a car sped up the street. The driver revved the engine to show its muscle. He must have been going fifty miles per hour. Startled, Charity lost her grip. Dave’s hand darted to try to catch her, but he missed.
She lost consciousness when her head hit the street.
Chapter Fourteen
Her head hurt. Stunned, she sucked in a breath. That only hurt more.
Dave flew out of the car, leaving Snowflake inside where he couldn’t get into trouble. Charity struggled to see him. Her eyelids didn’t want to work, and they felt like they weighed fifty pounds each. The images blurred, but she tried to maintain focus.
“Don’t move!” Dave knelt down beside her, placing his hand on hers. She heard differing tones and watched as he put his phone to his ear. “I need an ambulance at . . .”
Suddenly, she just wanted to go to sleep. Her mind drifted as she was pulled into the darkness.”
“Oh my God!” A fearful scream pulled her back to the present as she recognized her mother’s voice. Charity felt a tug on her other hand. “Charity. Charity!” Her mother’s tone was frantic. “Don’t move, sweetheart. Just don’t move!”
She was so stunned she couldn’t have moved if she’d tried. It felt warm and wet beneath her head. She fought to stay calm, cognizant enough to know she’d suffered a head injury. She fought to stay conscious, watching as Dave employed neighbors to block the street to stop traffic. She heard a siren in the distance just as Dave’s knees once again hit the ground.
“Try to stay with me. Try as hard as you can.” He captured her one hand in both of his, holding tightly, like a child with a balloon. Her problem was that she was that balloon, and she could feel herself drifting further and further away until everything around her faded into nothingness.
Charity’s father approached, his eyes brimming with tears. He looked at Dave, agony in his eyes. “What happened?” His voice cracked beneath the weight of seeing his child unconscious.
“Some asshole ripped up the street when she was holding onto the truck. It must have scared her, and she lost her balance.” Anger laced his words.
“Jesus Christ.” Her father braced himself with a hand on Dave’s shoulder and struggled to drop to his knees. “Wake up, Angel. Please wake up.”
“I see blood underneath her head. I’m afraid to move her.”
“Don’t,” her father concurred. “Wait for the EMTs.” The high-pitched wail closed in on the scene, and the neighbors who’d formed a wall to protect Charity moved aside. Two EMTs jumped out of the vehicle. Dave didn’t wait for questions. He launched into a brief explanation of what happened so that they could administer aid.
Dave, Anne, and Rich stood by helplessly as the EMTs stabilized Charity’s head with a neck collar. They exchanged few words, just Dave’s declaration that he would follow the ambulance to drive Charity’s parents to the hospital. Anne was having none of it. Richard was recovering from bypass surgery and barely had the energy to walk from one room to the other. They bickered but, as usual, Anne won. Charity’s father would wait at home for news. In the meantime, all three of them watched the first responders.
They worked in concert to roll her entire body, tending to the injury just enough to address the bleeding. In one, seemingly choreographed motion, they turned her body onto a back
board. Straps kept her immobile, and by the time the final one was secure, Charity had a seizure. The EMTs rolled her to the side to assure she didn’t choke on any vomit. Dave had helped Anne into his truck and then got in on the other side. He looked over at her, holding Snowflake with a perplexed expression. “What about him? We can’t take him with us.”
Dave didn’t hesitate, taking Snowflake from her and handing him through the window to Charity’s father. “I’ll come back and get him later, once we leave the hospital.”
Her father took the puppy, stuffed him against his side, but wasn’t happy about it “I want to go with you. I feel so goddamn helpless.”
“Richard, please. We’ve been through this. You’ve just been released from the hospital yourself! Your chest was split in two. Your resistance is low. The doctor wants you to rest. Please. Charity wouldn’t want you to do anything to threaten your recovery. Go into the house. I promise to call you every half hour. We don’t need you jeopardizing your recovery. Charity would never forgive herself—or you.
Dave watched the exchange between the two, their eyes filled with anguish. “I’ll call—and you aren’t helpless. You’re helping. She’ll appreciate you taking care of Snowflake.”
Resignation slumped the older man’s shoulders as he let out a long, shuddering breath. He backed up, waiting with the puppy in his arms for the vehicles to pull away.
The crowd had moved back again, allowing Dave room to pull out of the spot. He kept his eyes fixed on one paramedic, while the other closed and secured the doors. He followed closely behind them.
