her hands gripped the furry dog. “That’s something that won’t be happening,” she said in a husky voice, then thrust the dog into Allison’s hands and hurriedly turned away. “Take good care of him. That’s all I ask,” she called as she left the room.
Allison looked up at Nick, who was standing just outside on the porch. His expression was solemn.
“What’s wrong? What did I say?” Allison asked anxiously.
Nick shook his head. “It’s not your fault. Come on. I’ll tell you later.”
Allison hurried across the backyard and to her car so that she could have the door already open for Nick. After he’d carefully placed the child on the back seat, he turned and opened the front door on the passenger side.
“I’ll go with you to carry him in,” he explained.
Allison’s heart was suddenly flopping like a fish out of water. “It’s all right. I’m used to carrying him,” Allison assured him, then climbed behind the wheel.
Nick ignored her protest and joined her on the front seat anyway. Once he’d shut the door, he looked over at her bemused face. “Let’s go, woman! It’s freezing in here.”
Frowning, Allison thrust the car into reverse, then headed down the road. Relax, she quickly told herself. It wasn’t like he was going to make a pass or anything. He was just here to help her with Benjamin.
She glanced over at the man sitting only a few inches away from her. “I hope I didn’t upset Kathleen too much over the toy. It was so generous of her that I...” Allison sighed, then started again. “I guess I reminded her of her dead husband when I mentioned her having children, didn’t I?”
He shook his head. “No, it wasn’t that. Kathleen and her husband were never able to have children.”
Allison wished she could kick herself. “Oh, my, I’m so sorry. What must she think of me?”
“You didn’t know. She understands that.”
“I didn’t know. But, oh, my,” she said again, feeling an unbearable sadness for Nick’s sister. “Please explain to her, will you?”
“I will. But you should forget it. I’m sure Kathleen already has.”
By now they had reached the short driveway to her house. Allison pulled in slowly and parked on the west side beneath the bare branches of a huge sycamore tree.
She’d left the door to the house unlocked and a lamp on in the living room. With Ben in his arms, Nick followed her through the small shadowy rooms to a bedroom at the back, then stood to one side as she pulled the covers on a half bed equipped with a safety rail.
After Nick had gently laid the boy on the smooth sheet, Allison removed his outer clothing, then pulled a heavy comforter up over his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek. It was a sight that called up Nick’s own childhood, when his mother had done the same nightly ritual for him. He’d always felt utterly loved by his mother. Just as Ben probably did. For it was more than obvious that Allison was devoted to her son. It made him wonder if she was still devoted to the child’s father. Wherever he was.
Turning from the bed, Allison almost bumped into him and nearly lost her footing trying to avoid a head-on crash into his broad chest. Nick caught her arm to steady her.
“S-sorry,” she stammered a bit breathlessly. “I didn’t realize you were still here.”
The room was dark, but there was enough of a glow coming from the yard light outside for Allison to see his mouth curve into a crooked smile.
“I figured I’d better follow you back through the house so you could lock up,” he said.
Allison was acutely aware of his fingers, the warmth that radiated from them. Although he was holding her gently, she somehow knew the grip of his hand could be powerful if he wanted it to be so. She wasn’t used to big strong men, and certainly not big, strong, good-looking men like Nick Gallagher. And that was the only reason she was having these strange reactions to him, she told herself.
“I’ll—just give me a moment and I’ll drive you back to your house,” she told him.
She made a move toward the door. Nick was forced to release her arm and follow. Although he realized with a start that he would have been perfectly happy to keep standing there close to her in the darkness. Perfectly happy to simply hold her arm and look down at her face.
That’s not your style, Nick. You’re a man of action, not a sentimental, romantic sop.
“I couldn’t ask you to leave Ben,” he told her while trying to sort out the strange things wheeling around in his head.
“It only takes a minute. Two at the most. I’m outside at the clothesline longer than that.”
The sweet, erotic scent of jasmine drifted to him as he followed her through the darkened hallway. Nick took a deep breath and tried to cleanse his wayward thoughts. “Still, I wouldn’t hear of it. I’ll jog back.”
They were in the living room now. Allison stood stiffly with her hands folded in front of her. Actually, they weren’t folded, they were clenched, but she hoped he wasn’t able to see her nervousness in the low lamplight.
Nick took a moment to look around the long room. There was a faint glow of dying embers in the shallow fireplace, a few steps away from it a cherry-wood rocker. Nick stared at the old, familiar chair. “That was Martha’s old rocker. I remember her having it out on the porch in the summertime.”
The fact that he remembered both touched and surprised Allison. She’d been speaking the truth when she’d said her grandmother had often mentioned Nick. But there’d been times when she’d wondered if those accounts of his visits had been just the imagination of a lonely old woman. Now that she’d met Nick, she knew they hadn’t been.
“You really did come to see her, didn’t you?” she said, her voice touched with wonder.
He turned his head to look at her, then almost wished he hadn’t. She was like a vision with the faint glow of light haloing her long, red hair and outlining the lush curves of her body. Nick had known lots of women. Some of them had even been beautiful. But none of them had affected him quite like this one. Nick couldn’t understand it. Why did this one make him feel so giddy, like a schoolboy with sweaty palms?
“Of course I did. Dad used to get angry with me because I spent so much time over here instead of doing my chores.”
A faint smile touched her face. “And why did you spend time with Grandmother? To get out of doing your chores?”
Nick laughed softly. “It sounds that way. But actually, no. My grandparents lived in Texas and I rarely got to see them. I guess Martha was like having a grandmother here at home. She’d give me licorice, which I hated with a passion, but I’d eat it anyway just so she would tell me Civil War stories.”
“Why didn’t you tell her you hated licorice?”
Nick’s expression was suddenly sheepish. “I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”
Allison couldn’t imagine this sergeant in the army being worried about such
