Daddy's Home. Pamela Bauer
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It had no dimples. no flirtatious sparkle in the eyes, no dazzling smile that would cause a woman’s heart to miss a beat. His thick, dark beard had been matted with blood, she recalled, his dark eyes compassionate, despite the pain he must have felt.
“I think he looks like a mountain man in a business suit,” Gayle commented. “What’s he like as a person?”
If anyone else had asked that question, Kristen would have said she hadn’t had time to get to know Tyler Brant However, Gayle had always been the one person she could talk to without guarding her words.
She shrugged. “He didn’t say much. I did most of the talking. He wanted me to because he was worried I’d fall asleep, which is not a good thing to do when you’re suffering from hypothermia. You probably know as much about him as I do just from watching the news.”
“Does he have a sense of humor?”
Kristen shot her a look of exasperation. “How would I know? We were fighting for our lives. Although,” she added thoughtfully, “he did laugh when I told him I couldn’t leave the plane without finding my gold cross—you know, the one my grandmother gave me.”
“Let me get this straight. The plane was sinking, and you were worried about your necklace?”
“It was special to me...and people aren’t always rational in times of distress,” she said in her own defense.
“Since you’re not wearing it, I assume you never found it,” Gayle remarked.
She shook her head. “He did look for it, though.”
“He must be strong, considering how far he carried you.”
“Mmm-hmm. And it was so cold. Our clothes were wet, which made me even heavier, yet he never complained.”
“He risked his life to save you.”
She nodded. “That’s why I feel this... this debt. Like I need to do something for him. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does. Have you spoken to him since the crash?” Gayle asked.
She shook her head. “He’s never returned my phone calls.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re having trouble putting all this behind you. Maybe you need to see this guy so you can move on with your life.”
Gayle’s suggestion wasn’t new to Kristen. She’d had the same thought herself. Ever since the crash, Tyler Brant had been in her thoughts a lot. She longed to know how he was coping. Whether the crash had changed his life. Did he question why he was chosen to survive while the others had died? Did he ever think about that day? Did he ever think about her?
That last question was the one that nagged her the most. Did he feel a sense of responsibility for saving her life? While she was in the hospital, she’d expected him to visit or at least call.
He hadn’t.
On several occasions, she’d tried to reach him at his office only to be told he was unavailable. Then she’d been bold enough to call his home only to have some woman tell her he was out of town on business. Finally, she had put her thoughts in a letter and mailed it to him.
Still, she’d heard nothing from him. Obviously, he didn’t want to see her again. And yet he’d been so kind that day of the crash. He’d seemed so interested in her, asking about her family and giving her the impression that because they had survived a tragedy together, they would always share a special bond of friendship. Then he had left the Hibbing hospital without so much as a goodbye.
“I’m not going to force him to talk to me. If he doesn’t think we have anything to say to one another, I’m not going to push the issue,” she told Gayle.
“But it’s not over for you, is it?”
“Not yet,” she answered quietly. “But it will be when I’m not cooped up in this apartment. This cast on my leg is making me feel claustrophobic.”
“Maybe we can drive around in the car and listen to the police scanner,” Gayle suggested.
Kristen gave her a weak smile.
“We could take in a movie.”
“And drag this monstrosity of a cast down those narrow theater aisles? No thanks.”
“Then I’ll go get us a couple of videos.”
“You should go home. You have a daughter who needs you.”
“It’s Tom’s turn to take her to her swimming lesson. He can easily get her ready for bed.”
“He’s been doing that far too often because you’ve been over here fussing over me. Go home and be with your family. Please.”
Gayle glanced at her watch. “It is getting late. Are you sure you’re going to be all right?”
Kristen nodded. “Positive. I have everything I need. A good book, the remote control and a bottle of diet soda. What more could I want?” she quipped.
She didn’t fool her best friend. “There’s a light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to be patient.”
Kristen nodded. “I know.”
Gayle ejected the rewound tape and slipped it back into its case. “You know any time you want to get back into the swing of things you can always tag along with me. You don’t have to go back to the news desk.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m not ready to go back yet,” she said a bit more defensively than she intended.
Gayle placed an understanding hand on her arm. “Then don’t. Take whatever time you need to feel like your old self again.”
Long after Gayle had gone, Kristen thought about those words. Would she ever feel like her old self again? How could she when she was having difficulty remembering who that person was?
It was true that she’d been through the kind of thing that caused people to reassess their priorities in life. To stop and smell the roses, so to speak. But it was more than that. It was...
It was what? she wondered. Why did she feel so restless? Why did she have periods of weakness even though the doctor had said there was nothing wrong with her physically? Why did she want to cry for no apparent reason? And why could she not stop thinking about Tyler Brant?
TYLER DID NOT HAVE a good day. It shouldn’t have surprised him. He’d had a restless night. When he hadn’t been tossing and turning, he’d slept fitfully, and most of his dreams—none of them pleasant—had involved Brittany.
In each of them, she was out of reach. At the top of an escalator, astride a painted horse on a revolving carousel, in a car speeding away from his home. She would call out to him for help, yet although he could see her, he couldn’t reach her.
They were the nightmares that had haunted him often during the past five years. He didn’t need a therapist to interpret their meaning. He had a fear of losing his daughter. What father didn’t?
That’s why he hadn’t been pleased when his mother had announced that Brittany was going on a field trip with her class. To the Science Museum, of all places. How was one teacher with the help of three parents going to keep track of twenty-two first-graders in a place that big?
He’d been tempted to keep Brittany home from school that morning. The last thing he needed was to spend his day worrying about her getting snatched by some pervert wandering the halls of the Science Museum. He knew his fear was irrational, yet he couldn’t stop himself from imagining all sorts of awful things that could happen to his daughter. It was only when his mother said that she would go along on the trip that he had signed his consent.
Then he’d had a flat tire on the way to work. Not only had he missed his meeting with the director of marketing, he’d had his lunch appointment canceled at the last minute. To top it off, the entire afternoon had been spent with engineers trying