Perfectly Matched. Lois Richer
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probably a security thing. I imagine they’re trying to be extra careful given the number of people the new mine is drawing into town.” Nick stopped at his truck, which was sheltered under a huge mesquite tree, the only one in the lot that had already bloomed. He’d managed to snag this shady spot by arriving for Maggie’s appointment with the traveling neurologist before sunrise. “Want to ride with us?” He glanced around. “I don’t see that red dream-mobile you always talked about owning,” he teased. “Change your mind about getting a convertible?”
“I think I’m beginning to. My car is in the shop. Again. So, yeah, a ride would be great.” Shay paused a moment to study the splashes of green dotting the desert landscape. “Don’t you just love the desert in spring?”
“April’s nice, yeah.” Nick paused a second to look around then focused on fastening Maggie into her booster seat before he held the front door open for Shay.
“It’s wonderful to walk around Hope freely, not like in the big city where you have to be on guard all the time,” she murmured, glancing around the parking lot.
Nick frowned. If Shay felt so safe here, why was she looking over her shoulder like that?
But then he remembered. Three years ago he’d been in New York for a meeting with his agent and decided to pay Shay a surprise visit. Confused by her haunted look and nervous manner, Nick had been stunned when she’d confessed that she was being stalked. His temper still blazed at the memory of her trembling tone as she related what she’d gone through. Her stalker had her private number, knew where she lived and had not only snuck onto her set and left gifts for her there, but gloated that he’d even touched her several times without her noticing.
Nick figured Shay’s lack of success with the police meant that either they didn’t believe her or they’d given up. So, in Nick’s mind, it was up to him to help Shay, just as he would have helped one of his sisters. He’d hung around after they’d had lunch, hoping her stalker would call again. Nick figured the guy liked taking chances and probably felt that no one would discover his identity now that the police had given up. No doubt he enjoyed terrifying Shay, making her feel helpless. That infuriated Nick. When the call came, Nick put a lid on his own reactions to the creep’s mockery of Shay’s vulnerability. Anger still surged at the memory of that snide and gloating voice exulting in the death of Shay’s father.
When the guy boasted that Shay now had no one to protect her, Nick saw red. He’d grabbed her phone and told the slimeball Shay had innumerable friends like him waiting en masse to bring down their wrath on his head if he didn’t leave Shay alone. Nick also intimated that the police were ready to haul the guy off to jail. The guy hung up fast. After that, he disappeared and wasn’t seen again, according to the bodyguard Nick had hired for Shay.
“Earth calling Nick? Hello?” Shay snapped her fingers in front of his face to draw him out of his introspection. “Where were you?”
“Daydreaming.” He tweaked Maggie’s nose. He’d ask Shay about her stalker later. “What kind of ice cream are we getting, Maggie-mine?”
“Choc’late, Uncle Nick,” she told him without hesitation. She peeked up through her lashes.
“I should know that, shouldn’t I, after the number of cones I’ve bought you.” As Nick tugged playfully at a hank of her short, dark hair, he noticed Shay’s quick scan of the braces encircling his niece’s legs. “Privileges must mean you’re starting at Whispering Hope Clinic. When?”
“Yesterday. Jaclyn and Brianna have been nagging me to join them for ages.” Shay shrugged her elegant shoulders. “So I have.”
Nick knew all about the youthful vow Shay, Jaclyn and Brianna had made to build a clinic for kids after Jaclyn’s fifteen-year-old twin sister, Jessica, had died. It was their way of honoring her, making sure no other child went without the medical care Jessica had needed. Doctors had been sadly lacking in Hope when they were kids. But now Whispering Hope Clinic was open and, according to Nick’s mom, full of activity with Jaclyn as a pediatrician and Brianna as a child psychologist. Now that Shay had joined the clinic as physiotherapist, Nick figured the place would get even busier.
Though Jaclyn and Brianna were married to Nick’s friends, Kent McCloy and Zac Enders, Nick knew Shay wasn’t married. He’d heard in Seattle that she’d left modeling but he’d only learned several months earlier, at Brianna and Zac’s wedding, that Shay had finished her physiotherapy degree a while ago. He’d had very few moments during that busy weekend to discuss her return to Hope, and Shay had left town the next morning. The following weekend Nick had been injured during a game, and his career as a pro quarterback had ended in the blink of an eye. Then had come Maggie’s car accident. Life hadn’t settled down since.
Nick wondered what had delayed Shay’s homecoming till now.
“I heard about your shoulder injury, Nick.” Shay’s lustrous green eyes lost their twinkle. “I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved football.”
“Thanks.” Nick did not want to discuss the demoralizing loss of his career as a pro quarterback.
“How long have you been back in Hope?” she asked.
“About a week. Mom’s finding it tough to make all the medical trips to Las Cruces with Maggie, so I came to help.” He glanced at his niece, unwilling to discuss the accident that had killed his beloved sister Georgia and her husband. Besides, he’d told Shay the important parts when she’d called with her sympathies. Just hearing her soft, quiet voice that morning had helped him get through what followed.
Nick’s throat tightened at the loss he hadn’t yet fully accepted. How could it be part of God’s plan for his sister’s car to get hit by a semitruck?
“How’s your mom?” Shay adjusted Maggie’s braced left legs to a slightly different angle, then smiled at the little girl as if they shared a secret.
“She’s okay, though her arthritis is really bad. I had hoped she’d stay with me in Seattle, but she couldn’t take the cold or the humidity. She always came back here.” He paused, glanced at his niece. “Now Maggie’s with her. To Mom, Hope is home.”
“To me, too,” Shay agreed. She grinned as if the little town offered everything she needed. And maybe it did, for Shay. But for Nick, Hope could be only a temporary stop. He had to get back to the city and begin the coaching job that would allow him to provide for his family now that pro ball was out.
“Want to eat outside?” He pulled into a stall in front of the local general store where the owners still piled cones high with real ice cream. “The sun’s burnt off this morning’s chill by now.”
“Maggie and I will find a place in the park while you get our treats.” Without waiting for him, Shay slipped from her seat, quickly unfastened the little girl’s restraints and lifted her out.
Nick noticed that Maggie didn’t make her usual squeal of pain and felt a rush of guilt. He’d been doing it wrong. Disgust washed over him at the thought that he’d even inadvertently hurt his niece.
“I’ll have butter pecan,” Shay called as she walked away.
“Still supporting the pecan industry, huh?” he teased.
“Have to.” Shay’s eyes twinkled as she glanced at him over one shoulder. Gold sparks of mischief lurked in their emerald depths. “I guess you haven’t heard. I bought back my grandfather’s farm. Support the pecan farmers,” she chanted in imitation of a protestor.
Surprise held Nick immobile as Shay chose a grassy spot and set Maggie gently against the smoothed-off trunk of a towering palm tree. A moment later the former model’s melodic laughter burst into the sunlit afternoon, her face glowing with happiness and health as she folded her long legs beneath her and settled next to the child.
Nick strode toward the store but jerked to a halt when, for the first time since the accident, he heard Maggie giggle. Choked up by the sound, he hurried inside to buy the ice cream, overwhelmed by the fact that