accident, along with his car and half his house.
“You can use mine,” she said, producing a small flip phone from those seemingly bottomless pockets.
“Better yet,” Stephen said, “let’s text him. Then he has it in writing.”
“Oh,” she replied casually, “my phone doesn’t text.”
Stephen’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.” Stunned, he stared up at her. “You’re not kidding!” Who, in this day and age, didn’t have text?
Kaylie, of the dark, bottomless eyes and heavy, light red hair, tilted her head. “Is that a problem?”
“Yeah, it could be. Like, what if I need you in the middle of the night or something?” He ignored for now the fact that he didn’t have a cell phone himself. “Do you want me waking up the entire the household by shouting or even by ringing you? Or would you rather I sent you a nice quiet text message?”
“Oh, I won’t be staying the night here,” Kaylie told him calmly.
“Won’t be staying—” Stephen broke off, momentarily dumbstruck. “But I thought you were taking the job!”
“I am. I just won’t be here at night—or whenever you’re sleeping.”
“B-but what if something happens?”
“Such as?”
Such as nightmares, he thought, dreams that tormented him until he woke writhing and screaming, memories about which he could not bring himself to speak. He hated the weakness and guilt that allowed the horrific dreams to flourish, and the second accident seemed to have brought back the memories of the first one in all its horrific detail, details he’d give almost anything to forget.
“I don’t know!” he snapped in answer to her question. “You tell me. You’re the nurse.”
She patted his shoulder consolingly. “Now don’t worry. The aunts will look in on you, and there’s always the staff. Hilda, Chester and Carol have been taking care of Chatam House and its occupants for over twenty years, you know. They do, however, have Sundays and Wednesdays off.”
“You mean the cook, and that old bald guy I met when I first got here?” Stephen protested.
“Chester’s not old,” Kaylie argued with a smile. “Why, he’s just barely sixty!”
“But what if I fall out of bed or trip on my way to the bathroom?”
Kaylie Chatam folded her arms, looking down at him with the patience and authority that a particularly wise adult might reserve for an unreasonable child. “You’ll be fine as long as you don’t try to get up and about on your own too soon. I’ll make sure you’re properly settled in before I leave, and I will, after all, be just a phone call away.”
A phone call and three miles, he wanted to snarl. Well, if that’s the way she wanted to play it, he would make doubly sure of her availability. He held out his hand, instructing, “Give me the cell phone.”
Frowning, she produced the phone and dropped it into his palm. Stephen flipped it open and punched in the numbers with his thumb before hitting the send button and lifting the tiny phone to his ear. After several rings, Aaron answered. Stephen interrupted his effusive greeting and got right down to business.
“You’re going to have to make another stop or two. Seems Kaylie would like to add a lap tray to her shopping list, so I don’t have to eat off the bed pillows. Then I need you to do something for me. I want two cell phones with texting, Internet access, global positioning and anything else you can think of. One for me, one for our Nurse Chatam, who will not, as it turns out, be working full-time.”
“Even full-time is not around-the-clock,” she pointed out, parking her hands at her slender waist.
“For the money we’re paying you, it ought to be!” Stephen snapped. Then he barked into the phone, “Just do it, Aaron,” and hung up.
He passed the phone back to her, glowering. He didn’t know why he was so upset, really. Just last night, he’d argued that Aaron didn’t have to stay, and truth be told, the fewer people who knew about his nightmares, the better. Yet, he found that he’d been looking forward to having Kaylie Chatam around. She seemed to bring a certain serenity with her, an assurance that, temporarily at least, banished his worries and made him believe that he could put yet another stupid, ugly episode behind him.
But who was he kidding? Some things could never be gotten over. Some decisions, some disasters, could not be left in the past. They could only be lived with, one torturous day at a time.
So be it, he decided angrily.
His past had left him with enough pain to go around, and he was suddenly in the mood to share.
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