Once Upon a Rescue

by Kait Nolan

  Grabbing a spoon and more jute, she turned back to the tree and jolted. A man stood on the other side of the window, peering inside. Hannah could hardly see his eyes past the scruff of a beard and the oily, matted hair. His shoulders were hunched against the unseasonably cold weather, and no wonder. The thin denim jacket—worn and stained—was hardly sufficient for the early December temperatures. Seeing the Army green duffle over his shoulder, her heart softened. She had a particular weakness for down-on-their-luck veterans. Offering a friendly smile, she waved for him to come inside.

  He blinked at her, expression unchanging, still standing there with a totally unnatural stillness that said he’d been a soldier. Hannah pointed at him and mimed drinking from a cup of coffee. She hoped he took it for the invitation it was and not as some kind of pity. Amping up the smile, she waited. She’d yet to meet the man who could turn away from that smile. Certainly, it had worked to keep her dad wrapped around her little finger from the time she was knee high.

  The stranger was no exception. He strode to the door and came inside, stopping just inside the threshold and scanning the room. She was pretty sure in a matter of seconds he knew where all the exits were; had noted her, Omar, and Janelle, as well as the two other patrons; and probably knew where any weapons were likely to be. Or maybe she’d just watched the Bourne movies too many times.

  Hannah rose from her crouch beside the tree and held out a hand in welcome. “Please, have a seat. Warm up.” Taking a few steps closer to gesture toward a corner booth she knew would have the best visibility in the place, she noted the powerful smell of unwashed body.

  He must be homeless. Bless his heart. Hannah had seen it often enough when she’d lived in Atlanta, but here in Wishful, she hadn’t run across it. Keeping the smile firmly in place as he sat, back to the wall, she asked, “What can I get you?”

  “Just coffee,” he rasped in a voice that sounded rusty with disuse.

  “Coming right up.” With practiced efficiency, Hannah retrieved the coffee pot and turned over the waiting ceramic mug at the table, filling it just high enough that there was room to doctor it, if he were so inclined, though she figured a guy like him would drink it black.

  He grunted something that sounded like “Thanks” and wrapped his hands around the mug. The skin of his knuckles was chapped with cold.

  “Can I interest you in some pie? Mama Pearl makes the best pie in six counties. The pecan in particular is to die for.” Hannah leaned in conspiratorially. “But, really, the coconut cream is my favorite.”

  His gaze slid over to the pie rack on the counter before he shook his head.

  Hannah didn’t let the smile slip. “Okay then. You just let me know if you need anything.”

  She replaced the coffee pot and circled around the counter and into the kitchen, where Omar had resumed his post at the grill. “Be a doll and dish up one of the specials.”

  “Didn’t hear him order the special.”

  “He didn’t. I’m giving it to him anyway. It can come out of my tips.”

  He gave her an indulgent smile. “Whatever you say, Marshmallow.”

  Janelle shot a look through the kitchen window toward his table and kept her voice low. “You sure you want to do anything to encourage him to stay? What if he’s not right in the head?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Hannah snapped, gesturing toward Omar. “That’s like making the assumption that Omar is a thug because he wears a do rag and likes rap music. It’s not only rude, it shows an exceptional lack of compassion.” She snatched up the bowl of loaded potato soup so fast the garlic bread stick flew off the plate and onto the stainless steel counter. Blowing out a breath, Hannah carefully replaced the bread and pushed back out front, working to readjust her expression as she went. Sometimes people just killed her with their ignorance.

  The stranger’s brows drew together as she slid the bowl in front of him. “I didn’t order this.”

  Hannah just smiled. “I know. But you look frozen through, so I figured you could use it. On me. And thank you for your service.”

  The frown was just about the only part of his expression she could see as he stared at her. Then he nodded in thanks and picked up a spoon.

  Hannah left him to his meal, making a quick circuit to check on the other two customers before returning to her decorating. He’d dug into his soup with gusto by then. As she continued tying silverware to the pre-lit tree, she wondered what his story was. He definitely had that whole Don’t Pry blinking in neon above his head. Was he passing through? Wishful wasn’t exactly on the way to anywhere.

  As she made a fresh pass to top off his coffee, the stranger looked up. “Is there a garage around here?”

  Hannah had to think about that a moment. She didn’t drive, so she wasn’t as familiar with those details as she otherwise would be. “We have two that I know of.” She tried to think which one would be more likely hiring. “Lou Perkins is over on Grantham Street, about three blocks that way.” Hannah pointed toward the north end of the town green. “His nephew just got his second DUI and was shipped off to rehab a couple weeks ago, so he’s a little short-handed. And then there’s Benny Wills’s place on the west side of town.” She offered up some quick directions there as well. “There’s a gorgeous restored Chevelle sitting out front. You can’t miss it.”

  He watched her for another long moment with that inscrutable gaze before finally saying, “Thanks.”

  The bowl of soup had all but been licked clean. Hannah gestured to it. “Can I get that out of your way?”

  The stranger nodded, so she scooped up the dishes with her free hand.

  “Sure I can’t talk you into some pie?”

  “Not right now. Thanks.”

  She just nodded. “Endless refills on coffee. You stay as long as you like.”

  Though he really needed to get moving, Sergeant Ryan Malone lingered over his coffee and surreptitiously watched the waitress as she continued to decorate the diner’s Christmas tree, both because he was wondering how the hell it would turn out all loaded with forks and spoons and because he kept expecting to catch a glimpse of elf ears through that fall of dark hair. She’d make a good elf with that fine-boned face and fair skin. She hummed while she worked, the edge of a smile just waiting to bow up those full lips. How could anybody over the age of ten be that unrelentingly cheerful and innocent? She made him feel ancient at twenty-seven, though she was probably close to his age.

  Ryan strained to hear the tune and finally recognized “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas.” Certainly the rest of what he’d seen of Wishful fit the bill. As he’d come into the downtown area, he’d noted the holiday decorations mounted on all the light poles and the twinkle lights wrapped around the denuded trees lining Main Street. People bustled along the sidewalk, toting shopping bags and pretty, wrapped packages. It was about as far as he could get from the war zone he’d been walking in mere days ago, and the switch had him feeling more off balance than the jet lag.

  Across the room, Elf Girl plugged in the lights and the tree lit up.

  Well, I’ll be damned.

  The glow of the white twinkle lights bounced off the silverware and gave the tree a warm, inviting glow. Who would’ve thought utensils would make good ornaments for a Christmas tree?

  Elf Girl stepped back, crossing her arms and smiling in satisfaction. That smile did something to a man. Certainly it had done something to him. He’d had no intention of stopping in the diner. None at all. Then she’d flashed those dimples at him, and he’d been pulled inside as if she were a kerosene heater that could thaw his frozen hands and feet.

  She’d thought he was homeless. He sure as hell looked it after traveling for three days straight to get from Bumfuck, Afghanistan to here. God knew when he’d last shaved. Exhaustion had carved lines around his eyes. He’d been awake way too damned long even before he boarded the MAC flight back to Fort Polk, where he’d picked up the rust bucket of a truck he’d borrowed from a friend sti
ll overseas. Smitty had sworn the thing was ugly but sound and would get him the six hours to Wishful. Ryan had believed him—until the ancient Chevy began to sputter and wheeze when he was nearly to his destination. The truck had crapped out eight miles from town.

  Ryan had left in such a hurry, he had little with him other than his duffle. Not even a coat to face the frigid December weather. And since when was it this freaking cold in Mississippi in December? He’d found an ancient and smelly jacket shoved behind the seat. It had all kinds of questionable stains, but it was another layer against the chill, so he’d put it on and started walking to town. No doubt that hadn’t helped with the impression of homelessness either.

  Too many people would’ve looked through him, pretending he wasn’t there, or gotten nervy, like the other waitress that’d been hiding in the kitchen since he walked in. But not the elf. Her instinct had been to bring bring him in out of the cold, warm him up, and feed him. She’d looked him straight in the eye and hadn’t even balked at the stench of the jacket. Wasn’t that interesting? Nice to know there were people like her out there in the world, even if he himself wasn’t in need of her kindness.

  Well, he was thawed out now, and he was losing daylight. If he was gonna get by one of the garages to see about getting a tow, he needed to get moving. Waiting until Elf Girl slipped through the door to the kitchen, Ryan pulled out a wad of cash and left a ridiculous tip—more than enough to cover the soup and coffee—then headed out into the cold.

  As it had sounded closer, he took a chance on Lou Perkins’s place, trudging north along the town green until he located Grantham Street. The garage wasn’t hard to find, and the tow truck he desperately needed was parked right out front. The bay doors were closed, but the single door to the office part of the building was unlocked, so Ryan ducked inside. The office was empty. Some kind of hard rock Christmas music blared from the garage. Following the music, he tugged open another door and stepped into the work space. A pair of legs was visible beneath an older model Ford Escort. The work boots tapped in time with the music as their owner sang along with more enthusiasm than skill.

  “Hello?” Ryan called.

  The feet stopped twitching and the creeper shot out from beneath the car. A skinny, balding man with a graying goatee peered up at him. “What can I do ya for?”

  “Was hoping you could hook me up with a tow and some repairs. My truck broke down about eight miles from here.”

  The older man’s dark eyes skimmed him from head to toe as he sat up. “You walk all the way here?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Reckon you could use some coffee. Pot’s on in the office. I gotta finish up here in the next little bit, ’fore Betsy Maynard swings by to pick this puppy up.” He tapped the bumper of the Escort. “Then we’ll see what there is to see.”

  Ryan thought about calling Percy. But that’d blow the element of surprise, and given the family’s reports of his behavior lately, Ryan wasn’t quite ready to give up that advantage. Resigned to waiting, he just nodded. It’d take less time to do this than to hunt up the other garage. And he was really damned tired. Retreating back to the office, he set down his bag and took one of the thinly padded chairs.

  “Hey fella.”

  Ryan tripped from sleep to wakefulness in an instant, his hand reaching for the combat knife he wasn’t actually wearing at the moment.

  The mechanic stood a good three paces away, hands lifted in the universal sign for no threat. “Army?”

  “Yes, sir.” Ryan forced his muscles to relax. Damn, he must’ve been more exhausted than he thought if he hadn’t heard the other man enter the room.

  “Navy,” the mechanic said. “Thirty years ago, now. You have the look aboutcha. Ready to go pick up that truck?”

  The two of them loaded into the tow truck and Ryan directed the mechanic—who was, in fact, Lou himself—to where he’d left the Chevy on the little two-lane highway. Quick and efficient, Lou had the truck hooked up and towed back to the garage in less than an hour. Then he went the extra mile and dropped Ryan off at Percy’s on his way home. Apparently Elf Girl wasn’t the only person in town willing to go out of their way to help a stranger.

  Shouldering his bag, Ryan strode up the walk toward the house. The porch was dark, but a light shone from somewhere in the back. He pressed the bell, listening to the tones of it ring and fade before a faint voice hollered, “I’m coming. I’m coming!”

  Ryan waited, wondering exactly what to say since he hadn’t called ahead. Before he could decide, a loud crash sounded from inside.

  “Percy?” Ryan shouted. He banged on the door, tested the knob. Locked. He checked the immediate vicinity for a key. Finding none and given the reports his mom had passed along about the state of Percy’s health, he dropped his bag, took a step back, and kicked in the front door.

  The lock gave way with a snap, the door flying back to hit the interior wall. Ryan charged through with all the speed and efficiency of his Delta Force training, clearing rooms until he found the old man on his knees, one hand braced on the arm of a sofa as he struggled to rise. A lamp lay on the floor, the cattywampus shade casting crazy shadows on the wall.

  A quick flash of fear crossed the old man’s face before he firmed his expression. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?”

  Ryan picked up the lamp and righted it before offering a hand. “Good to see you too, Uncle Percy.”

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  Other Books By Kait Nolan

  A complete and up-to-date list of all my books can be found at http://kaitnolan.com.

  The Misfit Inn Series

  When You Got A Good Thing (Kennedy and Xander)

  Once Upon A Wedding (Misty and Denver)

  Those Sweet Words (Pru and Flynn)

  Stay A Little Longer (Athena and Logan)

  Eden’s Ridge

  Baby It’s Cold Outside (Ivy and Harrison)

  Wishful Series

  Once Upon A Coffee (Avery and Dillon): Available for FREE!

  To Get Me To You (Cam and Norah): Available for FREE!

  Be Careful, It’s My Heart (Brody and Tyler)

  Know Me Well (Liam and Riley)

  Once Upon A Setup (A Meet Cute Romance with Piper and Myles!): Available for FREE

  Just For This Moment (Myles and Piper)

  Wish I Might (Reed and Cecily)

  Turn My World Around (Tucker and Corinne)

  Dance Me A Dream (Jace and Tara)

  See You Again (Trey and Sandy)

  The Christmas Fountain (Chad and Mary Alice)

  You Were Meant For Me (Mitch and Tess)

  A Lot Like Christmas (Ryan and Hannah)

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  Wishing For a Hero Series (A Wishful Spinoff Series)

  If I Didn’t Care (Judd and Autumn)

  Watch Over Me (Nash and Rowan)

  Can’t Take My Eyes Off You (Ethan and Miranda)

  Can’t Stand The Rain (Sean and Delaney)

  Meet Cute Romance

  Once Upon A Snow Day

  Once Upon A New Year’s Eve

  Once Upon An Heirloom

  Once Upon A Coffee: Available for FREE!

  Once Upon A Setup: Available for FREE!

  Once Upon A Campfire: Available for FREE!

  Once Upon A Wedding

  Once Upon A Rescue

  About Kait

  Kait is a Mississippi native, who often swears like a sailor, calls everyone sugar, honey, or darlin', and can wield a bless your heart like a saber or a Snuggie, depending on requirements.

  You can find more information on this RITA ® Award-winning author and her books on her website http://kaitnolan.com. While you’re there, sign up for her newsletter so you don’t miss out on news about new releases!

 

 

 
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