annoyed, I-really-don’t-like-people side of him wanted to let it happen. At least unconscious she would be less trouble. But the doctor in him knew that wasn’t the right decision. He shifted her so she was on her knees, then pushed her head down.
“Head lower than the heart,” he told her. “Slow your breathing. You’re fine.”
“You can’t know that,” she managed to say.
“Want to bet?”
When it seemed like she was going to stay conscious, he returned to the bathroom and quickly wrapped his left hand. The deep cut was still tender and oozing. He was lucky—he’d been stupid to get injured in the first place, but while it was ugly, no permanent damage had been done. A good thing considering he needed his hands to make a living.
When the tape was secure, he shrugged into a clean, long-sleeved T-shirt, then walked back into the hallway.
The woman had straightened and was staring up at him. Her gaze dropped to his hand, then darted away.
“Thank you for covering up,” she said, her voice low.
He assumed she meant the wound and not his chest. “You’re welcome.”
The puppy settled next to her, leaning heavily on her, ready for the next round of whatever it was they were playing.
“You’re sensitive to blood,” Gabriel said.
The woman winced. “I know. It’s ridiculous. I always have been. You’d think I would get over it, but no. Oddly, I can deal with getting a shot, as long as there’s no bleeding. Otherwise, I have to close my eyes.” She drew in a breath, then looked at him. “Who are you?”
Gabriel frowned. “Gideon didn’t tell you?”
“I haven’t talked to him recently.” She paused, as if trying to remember how long it had been. “I guess I’ve seen him in town but we haven’t spoken.”
Now Gabriel was confused. “You’re not Felicia?”
The woman scrambled to her feet. She was a tall blonde—too skinny for his taste, but pretty enough. She wore black jeans and a ridiculous sweater decorated with tiny Santa heads. Like he’d said before—the suburbs sucked.
“No, I’m Noelle,” she said. “Who are you?”
“Gabriel.”
He was going to say more but her blue eyes widened. “Gideon’s brother?”
He nodded, unable to figure out why someone he’d never heard of was chasing people with an umbrella in his brother’s house. Not that there was an appropriate place for that sort of thing.
She smiled. Whatever else he was going to grumble about faded as her mouth curved. Because the second she smiled, he felt a whole lot better about nearly everything. His hand hurt less, he wasn’t as tired and the avalanche of regret he felt at showing up in Fool’s Gold reduced itself to a small rock-slide.
Talk about a trick.
The smile widened. “Oh, wow. I didn’t know you were coming for sure. You’re the doctor, right? Felicia mentioned she’d asked you to stay for the holidays, but I thought you’d said you couldn’t make it. I’m Noelle Perkins. Felicia and I are friends. I have a store in town and I know Gideon, of course. And Carter.”
The son his brother hadn’t known he had, Gabriel thought. There was a situation.
“Gideon and Carter are shopping in Sacramento. Felicia got stuck in town and asked me to come and let Webster out.” Her smile faded. “Oh, no. I attacked you. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he told her. Mostly because it was and partially because he wanted to see the smile again.
“I couldn’t figure out why the door was open and the spare key wasn’t where she’d said.”
“Gideon told me about the key, too, and I used it.”
“Of course.”
The smile returned and his breathing relaxed.
She bent down and collected the umbrella. “I took a self-defense course a few weeks ago. Just a Saturday afternoon of basic stuff. My instructor would so kill me if she knew what I’d done, so if you could not say anything I’d appreciate it.”
“Not a problem.”
She glanced quickly at the bandage, then away. “Um, what happened to your palm?”
“I was an idiot.”
“It happens to all of us.”
“I should know better.”
She flashed the smile again. “And the rest of us shouldn’t?”
“Fair point,” he told her.
She waved the umbrella. “I’ll put this back.” She started down the hall. “Do you want some coffee?”
“Sure.”
She went into the kitchen and pulled out mugs and two small pods filled with coffee as if she knew her way around the place.
He was still having trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that his brother was engaged and had a son. Not that the two events were related. Carter’s mother had died a couple of years ago. As for Felicia... Gabriel frowned as he realized he didn’t know how she and his brother had met. The fact that he hadn’t spoken to anyone in his family in over a year might have something to do with that.
Webster followed Noelle and looked hopeful as she collected spoons and started the coffeemaker. She eyed him.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve already been fed,” she told the dog.
He wagged his tail.
She sighed. “You’re so demanding. Fine. I’ll give you a cookie.”
Webster woofed at the word and followed her to the pantry, where a plastic container of bone-shaped treats sat on a shelf.
“But just one,” she told him, waiting until he sat to give it to him.
He took it gently and bolted from the room.
Gabriel watched him go. “He’s not much of a guard dog. He let me in without a growl.”
“He’s a puppy,” Noelle said. “Felicia wants him to be friendly rather than aggressive. He’s supposed to be Carter’s dog, but she’s the one who takes care of him. He’s been to a few obedience classes but they don’t seem to be taking.”
She motioned to the large table, and he moved forward to take a seat. Noelle added the first pod and pushed the button, making sure the mug was positioned underneath.
She leaned against the counter. “So, you’re here for the holidays. To be with your family. That’s nice.”
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