not want to leave. Yet something else told her that given the choice, Ty St. John would run as far and as fast from this situation as he could, which was exactly why she would not leave Jack. Ty was too upset to handle this.
When Ty opened his mouth to protest, Cassidy gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head and leaned so her lips were next to his ear.
“Go quickly.”
He rose to his feet like a man in a daze, offered his nephew a shaky smile.
“I thought I was in charge here, but she’s pretty bossy, don’t you think?”
A smile fluttered across Jack’s white lips. “Yeah.”
“I think you and I are going to have to watch it. You keep your eye on her while I go get the paramedics.” Tyson took one last look before hurrying out of the room.
Cassidy checked Jack’s vitals, noted the widening circle of blood. She picked up his hand and held it between her own.
“You are doing fine, Jack.”
“Can you pray for me?”
The words caught Cassidy off guard.
“When my mom was sick, she would ask me to pray for her. She always said it made her feel better. So can you pray for me?”
Years had passed since Cassidy had trusted anyone, let alone God. But Jack’s pleading face could not be denied. She squeezed his hand and bowed her head, searching for the right words.
“God, you know that Jack has been hurt. And you know that he’s afraid right now. Please help him.”
It was a pathetic prayer, but at least it came to a quick end, thanks to the paramedics bursting into the room. She glanced down at Jack, felt the squeeze of his fingers around hers. One of the medics hunkered beside her, tried to nudge her out of the way. But Jack wouldn’t let go of her hand.
“Thanks,” he whispered, brown eyes shining.
“You’re very welcome.” Cassidy swallowed around the lump in her throat.
“Step back, please. We need to move him.”
Jack squeezed her fingers once more, then let go. Cassidy stood by and watched them prepare him for the ride to the hospital.
Such gratefulness, and for what? A few paltry words? She had done nothing, and yet Jack seemed to relax, to gain confidence from her silly prayer. She watched as they loaded him onto a gurney, then followed as they carried him out of the building.
A child’s blind trust. She’d had that once.
“I’m going with him. Would you be able to drive my car to the hospital?” Clearly back in control, Ty fished a set of keys out of the coat he was carrying. “It’s parked behind the building. Ms. Preston?”
“Y-yes, of course.” Cassidy gulped and accepted the keys from him. “I’ll lock up and follow you. I want to see how he does, too.”
Jack was inside the ambulance now. The paramedics waited impatiently, but Ty paused a moment longer, his face solemn.
“Thank you. I froze back there. I couldn’t—” He shook his head as if to clear the image as he searched for words.
“Go.” Cassidy urged him forward. “Your nephew needs you now.”
He nodded, turned and strode toward the ambulance. Once he’d climbed inside, it took off. Shivering, she waited until the flashing lights disappeared from sight before turning back toward the building. Leaving Greece in January—was she crazy?
She retrieved her coat and purse, then stepped out the front door.
A grizzled old man, dressed in a shabby overcoat, stood on the bottom stoop.
“What happened?” He didn’t sound like a curious onlooker. He sounded concerned, worried.
She debated whether or not to tell him, then decided it could do no harm. But first she had some questions of her own.
“Who are you?”
“Mac. I’ve been coming here awhile, helping Ty get the place cleaned out.” The skin on his forehead drew into a crease. “The boy got hurt, didn’t he?”
“Yes, Jack broke a mirror and some of it cut him. He’s going to need some stitches. I’m going to the hospital as soon as I lock up.”
“Ty’ll blame himself.”
“It wasn’t his fault. It was an accident.”
“Ty doesn’t always see things that way.”
That sounded strange but Cassidy had no time to probe deeper. She stepped around him, pulled the door closed and used the keys Elizabeth had sent her to lock it.
“Things will probably be back to normal on Monday. Why don’t you come back then.”
He nodded, turned away. “Ty will have nightmares tonight.”
Cassidy frowned as she watched him leave. Ty? Nightmares? What an odd thing to say. Maybe he’d meant Jack.
As Cassidy drove to the hospital, her thoughts flew to the young boy who’d lost so much blood and to the man who’d seemed more traumatized than the child.
Not that it was any of her business.
But when she weighed her own electric connection with Tyson St. John with the unusual way his nephew had touched something she usually kept buried deep inside, Cassidy couldn’t help being intrigued by Ty and Jack’s relationship.
You’re here to do a job and not to get sidetracked by a good-looking man and his nephew.
Her brain issued the message, but it also conjured up an image of Ty leaning against the counter, winking at her. Her pulse fluttered in response.
Don’t even go there. Focus on your future.
And the dream.
Yeah, she’d concentrate on the dream.
Chapter Two
Cassidy Preston was late.
Ty tossed two more bags of garbage into a plastic bin, then glanced—for the tenth time—at the big metal clock on the kitchen wall.
“Seems like the cook must’ve slept in, Elizabeth,” he muttered as he swept up a pile of debris. “How is she going to handle breakfast at six if she can’t get to work on a Monday morning by eleven?”
“You might be surprised by what I can handle.”
Ty whirled around. Cassidy leaned against the door frame, wearing a short espresso-toned jacket shot with the same silver as her eyes. Her smug expression told him she hadn’t been sleeping in. He was stupidly pleased by the way her eyes lit up when she looked around.
“Very
