deeper issues?” she asked.
“You want to talk about your husband?” he shot back.
“Not especially.”
“Me either,” he agreed.
She was quiet for several moments before saying, “It just seems to me that whatever you did must have been pretty bad to cut yourself off from family.”
“So you’re an expert on family matters?”
“Hardly.” She shook her head. “I never had one, which is why it strikes me as so incredibly sad that you’d ignore a perfectly good one.”
“Have you ever heard that saying—don’t judge someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes?”
“Yes. And I stand by what I said.”
“Meaning you don’t think much of me.”
“Look, I don’t mean to be an ungrateful witch. And my opinion is worth exactly what you paid for it—”
“But?”
“I knew your father and the distance between you must have hurt him a lot.”
“Distance goes both ways,” he shot back, knowing it was lame and childish.
But the anger was gone as quickly as it ignited. Not reaching out was one more transgression in a long list. David had always thought there would be time to make things right. Even if Courtney had a point, which he wasn’t saying she did, there was no way to fix it now. His father was dead and any chance of rectifying the past had died with him.
Speaking of death, she was a widow and obviously understood losing someone—even someone she had issues with. But the man had died in service to his country. Either her standards were a tad high or she had just cause. He found himself curious when he didn’t want to be interested in anything about Courtney Albright.
What he’d done had violated more than his father’s moral code. And he’d done it because he was desperately in love with a woman who needed him. He’d thought they loved enough to do anything for each other. But that woman was only thinking about herself when she used him. He had a hunch Courtney was in desperate need, which made trusting her a no-brainer. But he couldn’t resist wanting to help her either. Over time he’d learned how to help without getting emotionally involved, but that was a dangerous slope and already his hold was slipping.
That was why he needed to get on a plane back to L.A. as soon as possible.
Chapter Three
In the bathroom down the hall from the pediatric ICU, Courtney pulled on the blue scrubs the nurses had found for her and tugged the waistband tight. She wouldn’t win any fashion awards, but at least they were clean. It felt good to wash the accident off. Then she glanced in the mirror and nearly shrieked.
Her hair was drying naturally and without a blow dryer the effect wasn’t pretty. There were bruises on her forehead and the ones on her cheekbone could be an extension of the dark circles under her eyes, a by-product of not sleeping the night before. Catnaps in the chair beside Janie’s bed didn’t count, but there was no way she would abandon her child. It had taken a lot of persuasion and the threat of physical intervention for the nurses to talk her into leaving long enough to clean up.
As she walked down the hall alone, preparing to deal with whatever came along today, she remembered how good David’s company had felt until he’d excused himself for a cocktail party hosted by his brother Peter following the rededication of the hospital library to their father. But that was yesterday. Today was situation normal—her and Janie against the world.
When she walked into her daughter’s room, she stopped short. Correction: Janie wasn’t alone. David was there, looking far too good in his worn jeans and black body-hugging T-shirt. It made him look every inch the bad boy he’d said he used to be. The leather jacket was draped across the back of the chair she’d slept in last night.
Her heart stuttered, sputtered, then shifted into high gear as a wave of warmth swelled through her and settled in her cheeks. He looked like a movie star and she looked like a really unfortunate “before” picture. Courtney knew it was bad to care about how she looked to him and worse to be so ridiculously happy that he was here. Bad to worse didn’t change the fact that both were true.
Her daughter waved and pointed to the biggie-sized cup bearing the logo from Buns ’n’ Burgers that he was holding.
“I’m so happy to see you eating something.” She walked over to the bed and kissed Janie’s forehead then checked out the contents of the cup. All evidence pointed to the fact that it was a vanilla milkshake. “Wow, sweetie, your favorite. Where did you get that?”
“Buns ’n’ Burgers,” David said.
She slid him a wry look. “Let me rephrase. Buns ’n’ Burgers isn’t a delivery kind of place. How did it get here? Did one of the nurses bring it?”
Janie shook her head and pointed to David.
He shrugged. “When I called for a progress report, her nurse said she wasn’t eating. So I took the liberty—”
“It wasn’t necessary for you to go out of your way,” she said. “I could have gotten her one here at the hospital.”
“Rumor has it that Buns ’n’ Burgers is her favorite place. Besides, I wanted to see if the food is as good as I remembered,” he explained.
“And?” Courtney asked.
“I’ve been all over the world and never tasted better.”
“And you remembered that vanilla milkshakes are her favorite.”
Janie nodded and rubbed her tummy.
Courtney frowned. “Is something wrong? You haven’t said anything, kiddo.”
“She told me that it feels weird on her chin when she talks. So I suggested she not talk.” David folded his arms over his chest, drawing her attention to his wide shoulders and flat abdomen.
As soon as the word hot popped into her head, Courtney turned back to her daughter. The little girl pointed to her arm, which was in a sling.
“She wants to know if your wrist hurts,” David said.
“I got that.” Amused, Courtney looked back at him. “But since when did you learn to interpret sign language from a six-year-old girl?”
“You’ve heard of a horse whisperer,” he said.
“Yes. And you’re what? A babe whisperer?” She couldn’t resist the zinger or hold back a smile.
“Exactly,” he said, not without smugness. “I understand women from six to sixty.”
“Word on the street is that you concentrate your powers of persuasion in the twenty-to-thirty range.”
“Do you always believe everything you hear?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Pretty much.”
