Eye of the Storm. Hannah Alexander
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caress and he knew she felt it too. He couldn’t help himself. After all she’d endured at the mission, until this last horrible experience, she’d been courageous and compassionate, helping all the patients she could simply because she cared. How could he not admire her?
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them again he saw sadness there as deep as a Texas oil well.
After losing a patient on the exam table at Christmastime from the results of a vicious poisoning by someone determined to destroy Tess, Megan had redoubled her efforts at target practice so she could better guard her patients. When with Tess, traveling or shopping, she’d carried a concealed weapon, as she had in the clinic. To lose Joni Park despite all her efforts to become a security guard as well as a physician was more than Megan could emotionally handle. Gerard continued to reproach himself since their final argument outside the mission.
His sister wasn’t too happy with him either. When Tess was forced to retreat to the mission in fear of her life last year, she and Megan had formed a tight bond. Megan was the sister Tess never had, and for the past several months, Tess had hinted to Gerard that he could make that sisterly relationship legal. After some long talks with Tess these past three weeks, Gerard understood Megan so much better than he had before.
What was it about women that made it so easy for them to connect with one another and be able to read each other’s minds? And why hadn’t he grasped the true depth of Megan’s heart sooner, without Tess’s help?
“Gerard, there are barely eight hundred people living here,” Megan said. “You bring Texas here and it won’t be Jolly Mill anymore.”
“This is strictly a fact-gathering trip. I arrived this morning and wanted to see you first.”
“You drove all night.”
He nodded.
“Looks like it.”
“Thanks.”
Something around her eyes seemed to relax. “You’re seriously considering this because of what I said about Jolly Mill?”
“Have you ever known me to lie?”
She held his gaze, and a glint of the gold seemed to lighten. “Not to me because you knew I’d make you suffer if I caught you at it.”
He felt his own tension settle, and he grinned at her.
“I have, however, known you to keep things from Tess,” she reminded him, “when you thought you were protecting her, and there have been times when you tended to take a more paternal attitude toward me.”
“You’re reminding me I’m bossy?”
“Well, yeah, there’s that.” Her voice was heavy with sarcasm, but the corners of her lips turned up.
The two-week fight that had hovered between them over the miles had ended, just like that. Now to keep it from returning. “I couldn’t let you deal with this alone,” he said. “It’s too big for one person to handle.”
“You seem to be handling it.”
“I didn’t take the brunt of it. You did. And I’m not handling it alone the way you are. Tess and Sean and the whole staff know what happened. Sean and I have had some long talks about it. Who can you talk to about it?”
She looked away.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “Nobody. You shouldn’t be alone with the memories.”
“I want to be alone.”
“No, you don’t.”
She scowled. “You don’t listen very well.”
“Sometimes I have to listen to the tone of your voice instead of your words. I have to read your expression.”
Megan rolled her eyes. “Gerard, I don’t need to be rescued.”
“Yeah. You do. And what about your patients? You’re treating again, but you told me you feared for the well-being of your patients at the mission because you weren’t sleeping.” He reached forward and touched her cheek before she could stop him. She looked so drawn. Her skin was cold. He wanted to warm it. “You’re still not getting much sleep.”
“What part about my request for time didn’t you understand?”
“Time to do what? Go back to the same kind of job you were doing?”
She met his gaze. “It’s not the same kind of job at all. Everyone has a home and food to eat, and I don’t have to cut babies out of their dead mothers. There’s no comparison.”
He heard the angst in her voice and he wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms and heal all her pain. Tess accused him of trying to play God, but she was wrong. “You need time from the memories, Megan, but you’re not getting it, obviously. Therefore you need someone—”
“And that would be you, of course.”
“Exactly.”
“What would you be able to do for me?”
“Listen. Help. Support.”
She shook her head. “If I talk about it, the nightmares will just get worse.”
“Have they gotten any easier since you arrived here?”
She turned away, and the soft sound of her footsteps echoed across the wooden porch.
“I’ll take that as a no. You wouldn’t take my calls.” He followed her. “Did you even read those messages Kirstie passed along? I know she gave them to you because she told me she did. In fact, she even called me back one time and apologized for you.”
Megan bowed her head, and the long, ginger-colored strands of her hair glowed in the early-morning sunlight.
“That’s what I thought,” he said.
“Please, I’m not ready for this. I can’t—”
“You’re going to have to work through it because your mind isn’t letting it go.”
She turned, and her expression slowly hardened as her stare became a glare. “How I handle my emotional baggage is my own business.”
Okay, he had that coming. Note for next time: a guy didn’t just barge in on a woman before sunrise and expect a warm welcome. Why did he push so hard? Because he was right. At least this time. He knew from talking to Kirstie that Megan was struggling.
“How did you find me?” she asked.
“You left your address book behind in your apartment. Your landlord found it. You weren’t answering your cell so I called every one of your friends until I reached one who didn’t sound surprised when I asked about you.”
She leaned against a support post beside the steps and crossed her arms. “And you felt you had a right to page through my personal property?”
“Sure did. I was worried about you when you didn’t even call Tess.”
“And Kirstie was willing to trust a complete stranger?” Megan asked.
“Not until I chatted with her for a while.”
“Charmed her, you mean.”
He grinned. “I simply convinced her I was trust worthy. You’d paved the way, of course, but she’s also a good judge of character.”
“She wasn’t always.”
“You’re talking about her husband, the weakling who abandoned her after the diagnosis.”
Megan’s eyes widened. “She really did trust you.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a trustworthy man.”
Megan shoved away from the support post and gazed through the trees toward the barn Gerard had spotted earlier.