Summer in Orchard Valley: Valerie / Stephanie / Norah. Debbie Macomber
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and she didn’t know why.
Norah smiled at something Colby was saying, and Valerie realized with a small pang that her youngest sister was half in love with him already. If she could see it, then surely her father had, too. He was probably confusing the two of them in his mind, Valerie reasoned, which was certainly understandable under the circumstances.
“Dad’s doing about the same,” Norah said when she became aware that Valerie had entered the room. “Colby was just in to see him.”
“Good morning,” he greeted her, smiling briefly.
“Morning.” Feeling guilty, she couldn’t meet his eyes.
“You can take turns visiting your father if you’d like, but you can only stay five minutes, and I’d prefer that you waited an hour between visits.”
“Fine,” Valerie murmured. “Since I was with him last night, do you want to go first?” she asked Norah.
“All right.”
Valerie assumed that Dr. Winston would go with her sister, but he stayed behind, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot. His back was to Valerie.
“Your father’s going to require open-heart surgery,” he said once he’d turned around to face her. “Right now his heart’s too weak to withstand the additional stress, but we’re fast approaching a crisis point, and you and your sisters need to prepare yourselves.”
“Here?” Valerie challenged. “And who’d perform the surgery?”
“I will—I am a qualified cardiovascular surgeon. And Orchard Valley has one of the best heart units in the state,” Colby said in a reassuring voice.
“I don’t want one of the best, I want the very best! This is my father we’re talking about.” Valerie knew she sounded unreasonable, even rude, but her concern about David overrode all other considerations, including her embarrassment at misjudging Dr. Winston. Why had Norah never mentioned that the man was a heart surgeon? Still, it didn’t matter; her father deserved the best-equipped facility and the best-trained specialist around. She spoke in a calmer voice. “If he needs surgery, then he’ll have it, but not here. Not when there’s a better hospital and more experienced …”
“Heart surgeons?” Colby finished for her.
She stiffened, wanting to avoid a confrontation and knowing it was impossible. “Exactly.”
“You’re welcome to a second opinion, Valerie. I’d be happy to review my credentials with you, as well.”
Her arms cradled her middle. Her breakfast seemed to lie like a deadweight in her stomach.
Colby had begun to speak again. “Norah—”
“You already mentioned the possibility of open-heart surgery to Norah?” she flared, disliking the fact that he’d talked to her sister first.
He nodded. “Just now. While you were out.”
That hurt her pride. She, after all, was the oldest, the decision maker, the strong one.
“If you’d like to talk to another specialist, I can recommend several.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Valerie returned stiffly, feeling like a traitor. “I’m having a friend get me the names of the top heart surgeons on the West Coast.”
A vacuum of silence followed her words.
“I understand.”
She glanced toward him, surprised not to hear any resentment in his voice.
“It isn’t that we don’t appreciate everything you’ve done,” she rushed to explain. “Norah’s told me several times that if it weren’t for you, we’d have lost Dad that first night. I’m grateful, more than you’ll ever know, but I want to stack the odds in Dad’s favor, and if that means bringing in another surgeon, I’ll do it.”
Her impassioned words were met with a cool but not unfriendly smile. “If David were my father I’d do the same. Don’t worry, Valerie, you haven’t offended me.”
She was so relieved that she nearly sagged onto the sofa.
“Let me know who you want to call in and I’ll be happy to confer with him.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Dad and Norah are right,” she added, almost to herself.
“About what?” Colby asked on his way out the door.
She looked up, realizing he’d heard her. “You really are wonderful.”
Their eyes met and in those few seconds an odd understanding passed between them. It wasn’t a look lovers would exchange, she thought, but one close friends would.
Norah came back from the five-minute visit with their father, pale and clearly distressed. Slowly she lowered herself onto the sofa, her hands clasped tightly together.
“Dad’s not doing well this morning?” Valerie ventured.
Norah nodded. “He’s so weak … he’s talking about dying and.” She paused, her light blue eyes glassy with tears.
“He isn’t going to die,” Valerie said vehemently, clenching her fists at her sides. She refused to let him die.
“He’d prefer if you and Steff and I were married, but that can’t be helped now, he says. He told me he’s sorry he won’t be around to enjoy his grandchildren, but—”
“Norah,” Valerie admonished briskly, “you didn’t honestly listen to that garbage, did you? We can’t allow him to talk like that.”
“He seems to think you should marry Dr. Winston.”
Valerie frowned. “So I heard. That just goes to show you how illogical he’s become. If anyone should marry Colby Winston, it’s you.”
Norah lowered her eyes and an attractive shade of pink flowed into her cheeks. “Every female employee in the hospital’s in love with Dr. Winston. Even the married women have a crush on him. He’s so strong, yet he’s gentle and caring. I—I don’t know what I would’ve done the last couple of days without Colby.”
“You really care about him, don’t you?” Valerie asked, fighting down an unexpected sense of disappointment.
“I’m not in love with him—not exactly. I admire him the way everyone else does, and if he ever asked me out, I’d accept without thinking twice, but he hasn’t.”
Valerie was sure she would. She paced the small room, wondering what had prompted this sudden need for movement—her father’s apparent death wish or Norah’s feelings for Colby Winston.
“I’ve been busy this morning myself,” she said, not looking at her sister. “I asked Rowdy Cassidy if he’d get us the name of the top heart surgeon on the West Coast. Dad has to have the finest medical—”
Norah’s head shot up. “You what?”
“Listen, if you’re concerned about offending Colby, I’ve already spoken to him and he agrees we should get a second opinion.”
“But Colby teaches at Portland University. He’s the best there is!”
“For Orchard Valley.” Of that Valerie was confident, but there was a whole world Norah knew little or nothing about. Her sister’s entire universe revolved around Orchard Valley and their five-hundred-acre apple orchard ten miles outside town.
“Colby’s one of the best cardiovascular surgeons in the state.” Norah didn’t bother to disguise her irritation. “Do you know what you’ve done?” she demanded. “You’ve just insulted one of this country’s most—”
“I didn’t insult him,” Valerie insisted, interrupting her sister’s tirade. “I made sure of that.