The Promise. Robyn Carr
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She started to get up. He held out a hand to help. “I want to hear about it. All of it...” she said.
“It’s so late.”
“I know. And you’re so tired. But seriously, I saw little snippets of news, and I want to know what it was like. What you found when you got there, what you did, how you helped...because I was thinking, if you had had a babysitter, I could’ve gone. I’ve only been involved in a couple of emergencies like that, but it really got my motor running.”
He grinned at her. “I should’ve known. An excitement junkie. I’ve had too much coffee to sleep right away, anyway,” he said, heading for the kitchen table. “Was there any video?”
“The same one, over and over—bus on its side, a couple of banged-up cars, enough kids to start a small school.”
“It was a miracle there were no serious injuries. Only two broken bones and they were transported to Eugene. Cuts and scrapes and bruises.” He got out his cell phone and brought up the pictures. It was common practice since his residency, taking pictures of injuries to refer to afterward. “That’s going to need a plastic surgeon referral, but I did the best I could on the stitches. That wicked hematoma earned a head CT and overnight in the hospital. Go ahead, look through them. All parents were notified, and by the time I left, most of the kids had been united with their parents. That’s a wide-awake nightmare—send your kids off to camp and get that kind of phone call.” He shook his head. “How were mine?”
“Perfect,” she said. “Very well behaved.”
“I probably owe most of that to Gabriella. Such a gentle soul, but she’s firm.”
“They’re almost abnormally good,” Peyton said.
He just laughed. “Oh, they have their moments. Especially Will. I didn’t know when we named him that it was short for Willful.”
“He was a little prince.”
“I told him he wouldn’t get to camp on the beach if I heard one complaint.”
“He is very excited about that. He invited me to join you.”
“Oh?” Scott asked.
She yawned. “Unfortunately, I’m busy.”
“We haven’t picked a day yet.”
“Whatever day you pick, I’m busy.” She stood. “I’m heading out.”
Scott stood, too. “You can have Jenny’s bed. The sheets are clean. She’s been in my bed every night since clean sheet day.”
“That’s generous, but, no. I have a date with my toothbrush.”
“I have a new toothbrush, Peyton. It’s late.”
“Going home, Scott. I’m not friendly in the morning.”
He pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed them to her. “Take my car. Bring it to the clinic sometime tomorrow. And don’t feel obligated to show up to work if you can use the rest—this is bonus time, anyway.”
“I’ll be there,” she said. “I’ll drive your car to the clinic and take mine home from there. You have an extra car key, don’t you?”
He nodded. He couldn’t help but smile at her. Damn she was beautiful. Too bad about that not-interested-in-men thing because she really rocked a pair of jeans. Her legs were long, her ass so round and firm. He suddenly knew how women felt, the women who asked why were all the really good ones gay?
“Your car will be safe parked at the clinic, next to the sheriff’s office.”
“I’m not worried about the car, Peyton. And thanks a million, really. I promise that isn’t going to be a habit—it’s not in your job description to babysit for me. Devon will be home day after tomorrow.”
“Babysitting isn’t a commitment I can make, but this was an emergency. A rare emergency. And your kids are enjoyable. I don’t feel taken advantage of.”
* * *
Scott wasn’t surprised that Peyton was a trouper. She was at the clinic at eight in the morning, and she seemed to be in a cheerier mood.
“Well, good morning,” she said to him. “Where are the kids today? In the break room?”
He shook his head. “Ashley has the whole day free for me. She’s not working at the diner or the deli today. I think she gave me one of her few free days, but she’s hungry for money and happy about the work. She might walk them down to the beach later. If she does, I’m sure she’ll drop by to let me know. Some of her friends might be down there. They all work, but when they’re done, they gather, and it’s usually at the diner or the beach.”
“Have you heard from your sitter?”
“She called, yes,” he said. “Her mom is doing well—no lymph involvement. Still, they’re waiting for a chemo decision and schedule. She’s going to stay with her mom until they have more information. I expected that. Thank God it’s summer. Between Devon, Ashley and Mac’s daughter Eve, I should be covered.”
“I bet you’re tired today,” she said, tossing her purse under the counter.
“I’m okay. I’m used to catching sleep when I can. But I’ll tell you what I didn’t catch—breakfast. Cover for me here while I run across the street? There aren’t any appointments until nine.”
“Sure,” she said.
“The kids were lazy this morning. They were just waking up when Ashley got to the house. I was just about to call Gina and ask her to meet me in the middle of the street with an omelet to go.”
She laughed at him. “Take your time. I’ve got it.”
“You seem pretty well rested,” he observed.
“I had a nap in the fort,” she said with a shrug.
He grinned at her. “And a slight concussion.”
“I should’ve negotiated for hazardous duty pay,” she said, smiling gently.
“Can I bring you back anything?”
“Yeah. If they have something kind of glazed, a sticky bun or donut or something not healthy. I have a little bit of a sweet tooth.”
“I’ll see what I can round up,” he said.
There was still a small breakfast crowd at the diner, though the majority of their clientele was very early, and the rush was usually completely exhausted by nine. Scott took the stool that had become his and asked Gina for his usual.
“Let’s see—three-egg omelet with cheddar and bacon and some potatoes?”
“And coffee.”
She slid the ticket through the serving window to Stu and poured Scott some coffee. “Late night?” she asked.
Of course, Gina would know what went on since Mac was her husband. “It was a mess of people, but we got real lucky. Only a couple of serious injuries. I have to find out what church that is—thirty-seven kids, bounced around a bus, and they not only survived, we didn’t have any critical injuries.”
“Well, except the driver,” she said.
“Poor woman. My money is on a heart attack.”
“And Peyton had your kids?”
He nodded. “I feel terrible about that. We hardly know each other. There was no one to call. If it hadn’t been an emergency of that magnitude, I would never have done that. I wouldn’t have asked. But...”
“I doubt that’ll happen again, Scott. You’ve been here a year—when was the last time we had something that big?”
“I was called out one night when a bunch