Nowhere To Hide

by RaeAnne Thayne

  He frowned, suddenly depressed at the idea of returning to the life of solitude he had cultivated so carefully as an adult.

  He never thought he would admit it but he was tired of being the lone wolf. A part of him had relished being part of a family, a pack, during these few weeks, even a makeshift one like Lisa Connors and her two cute, giggly little girls.

  With her gentle hands and her nurturing spirit, Lisa had made the ordeal of his recovery far more bearable than he might have expected.

  He thought about the tension she was talking about between them, the attraction that prowled between them like a living creature. Yeah, it made things uncomfortable. But it also lent an edge of anticipation, excitement, to days that could have quickly become dreary and mundane.

  The idea of never kissing her, never again tasting the sweetness of her mouth or feeling her body soften against his was just too terrible to even contemplate.

  “I’m sorry, Gage,” she said quietly. “Whether you believe it or not, I have enjoyed these weeks working here. Please believe me when I say that I truly wish you all the best with your recovery.”

  She turned away and walked out of his bedroom door, leaving him gazing after her, feeling more alone than he ever had in his life.

  The late-afternoon sun sent stretchy shadows over everything as Allie pulled her Honda into the driveway of her house ten days later.

  Oh, she was tired. Though she was as eager as always to see Gaby and Anna at the end of the day, she just wanted to stay here in the cool air-conditioned solitude of her car for now, lean her head against the steering wheel and just sleep for a while.

  Cleaning a half-dozen vacation units a day was hard labor, physically taxing even if it wasn’t any particular mental challenge. She wanted to think she could have handled the work without complaint if she wasn’t subsisting on a few hours of sleep a night—and if she could keep her blood glucose levels from going haywire.

  Though she was diligent about checking her levels throughout the day and adjusting her pump accordingly, she was having a tough time gaining control.

  Just stress, she assured herself. That and fatigue. It was all interrelated. She wasn’t sleeping or eating well, which made her more tired during the day, which taxed her body unnecessarily.

  Whatever the reason, she would have to snap out of it in order to take the girls later. She’d promised them a special outing and it was important that she stick to her word.

  Over breakfast while they had been debating ideas, Allie had given them the choice of taking a walk down Park City’s steep historic Main Street then stopping to enjoy an ice cream or popping some popcorn and taking a blanket to the city park for the free open-air bluegrass concert.

  She had a feeling that as much as she would prefer the concert option, the girls would go for the ice cream.

  She supposed she couldn’t complain since either option seemed like a pleasant way to spend a warm Sunday evening, especially if she was spending that evening with her daughters.

  Though she wasn’t exactly refreshed by her brief respite, Allie decided she couldn’t linger out here in the car any longer, not when she was eager to see her daughters.

  She picked up her purse and the nice, crisp envelope with her two-weeks’ pay and slid out of the car. As of this payday, her debt to Ruth Jensen’s son for the extensive repairs he did to the Honda was paid. What a huge relief. It felt wonderful to be out of debt.

  Maybe it was time she started thinking about pulling up stakes, now that she had nothing really keeping her in Park City—nothing but a deep, profound yearning to stay.

  Next door she could see Gage’s Jeep Cherokee and his mother’s sporty little Toyota SUV still parked behind it in the driveway.

  In the ten days since she quit working for him, she had only seen him twice. Once when she’d been heading for work, he and Lynn had been leaving for physical therapy and the three of them had spoken briefly.

  The second time had been the night before. After the girls had drifted off to sleep, she had been sitting on the steps of her front porch in the cool, sweet evening air, arms wrapped around her knees as she gazed up at the dark silhouette of the mountains in the moonlight.

  She’d been out only a few moments when she heard the squeak of a door opening next door, and a few moments later Gage had wheeled himself out onto his twin of a porch.

  By the suddenly tight expression on his face, she could tell the instant he noticed her. For a moment she thought he would thrust open the door again and wheel back inside. Before he could, she jumped up on impulse and crossed the strip of grass to him.

  She closed her eyes now, remembering their brief, stilted conversation. They had only spoken for a moment. She had asked about his injuries and he told her they were healing well. He had asked about work and about the girls and she had told him both were fine.

  The whole time they had talked, she had been painfully aware of him—the strong line of his jaw moving when he spoke, his broad shoulders filling the chair, the silver-gray of his eyes flashing in the moonlight.

  Finally, after ten minutes of enduring their agonizingly polite conversation, she had made some excuse about going back inside to check on Gaby and Anna and left him sitting on his porch.

  There was no one there now. The porch was empty, the curtains drawn. Just as well. She was simply too tired to face him again so soon.

  Luck conspired against her, though. When she opened the door to her house, she realized it was as empty as Gage’s porch. In the kitchen, she found a note from Jessica on the table. She read it quickly then groaned.

  Lisa—My little brother cut his finger and my mom needed me to watch the other kids while she took him to get stitches. I was going to take the girls to our house but Mrs. McKinnon offered to watch them for a half hour, until you got home. They should be next door. Sorry! I’ll call you later.

  So much for being too tired to face him. Apparently, she wasn’t going to have a choice in the matter. But maybe he would be working in his room and she wouldn’t even have to see him. A girl could only hope.

  With a deep breath for fortitude, she marched next door and rang the bell, praying Lynn or one of the girls would respond. But just like so many of her other prayers, this one was doomed to go unanswered. After a few moments, Gage himself swung open the door. He looked gorgeous and strong, and for one crazy moment she wanted to sink onto his lap and just sleep there with his arms around her.

  He gazed at her expectantly and she suddenly remembered her purpose. “The sitter left me a note that Gaby and Anna are over here,” she said.

  “In the backyard. They’re, uh, having a tea party with my mother.”

  “I should have thought to look there before I bothered you. Sorry. I’ll just grab them and get out of your way.”

  Even as she said the words, she couldn’t manage to make her feet cooperate. She stood there on the porch, savoring the warmth of being near him. This might be the last time. With painful surety, she suddenly knew she couldn’t keep avoiding the inevitable, that she was going to have to leave soon. It would already be so hard, but the longer she stayed, the more difficult leaving would finally be.

  Wouldn’t it be heavenly to forget all of that and just lean against him for a while? Let his hard strength absorb all her worries?

  “You look tired,” he observed quietly.

  She blinked back to the hard, cold reality of her life. “It’s been a long day. I…haven’t been sleeping well.”

  “You look like you’re going to fall over. How’s your blood sugar?”

  The concern in his voice and in his eyes touched a cold, lonely place inside her, made her realize how long it had been since anyone had worried about her. “It’s been a little crazy,” she admitted. “But I’m working on it.”

  “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll wheel out and get Gaby and Anna for you?”

  “You can’t maneuver that thing through the laundry room to the backyard. I’m fine, anyway. I just nee
d to put my feet up for a while, which I’ll do as soon as I get the girls.”

  He opened his mouth to argue but she held up a hand. “I’m fine, Gage. Honestly.”

  “Maybe you need to adjust your medication. Have you seen a doctor lately?”

  Her painfully tight budget didn’t allow the luxury of doctor visits just now. “I’m fine,” she repeated. “Don’t worry about me, Gage.”

  “Not so easy when you’re the one being fussed over, is it?”

  A small laugh escaped her. “Revenge is sweet, isn’t it? Okay, you’ve made your point. Really, I appreciate your concern but all I need is to rest for a while, which I’ll do as soon as I get the girls and head home. Thanks for lending your mom to Gabriella and Anna for a while.”

  “I think she was thrilled for the chance to spend some time with them. Mom loves kids. That’s why she’s an elementary school principal.”

  Before she could answer, Allie heard the back door open. A few seconds later the girls rushed through the house and into the front room, followed closely by Lynn, who looked trim and fit and together in a coral cotton shirt and denim jumper.

  Gaby and Anna caught sight of her and immediately rushed over.

  “Mommy! You’re home!” Gaby exclaimed, flinging her arms around Allie’s legs just as Anna jumped into her arms. She buried her face in Anna’s hair that smelled of sand and sunshine and baby shampoo and hugged Gaby close with her other arm.

  Like magic, her fatigue slipped away, along with the blues that had dogged her since the night before. Oh, how she loved her daughters. As long as she had these two precious girls with her, she could handle anything—a broken heart, life as a fugitive, menial jobs that sapped her brain and taxed her body.

  For them she would face the worst life could throw at her.

  She lifted her face and found Gage and his mother both watching her. Gage had a strange, intense expression on his face that left her insides trembling. He looked…hungry. It was the only word that came to her.

  For a moment she was hypnotized by his expression, spellbound. An answering ache spread through her like the pitcher of orange juice Gaby had spilled on the kitchen floor that morning. Shaken by the depth of her yearning and praying she wasn’t as transparent as she felt, she forced herself to turn away from him and face Lynn.

  “Thank you for watching them. I’m sorry if it was an imposition.”

  “No imposition whatsoever. They’re a joy.”

  The other woman smiled and Allie couldn’t help returning it. “I think so, too,” she murmured, hugging both girls tighter to her.

  Lynn tilted her head, her eyes thoughtful as her gaze shifted between Allie and Gage. “Actually,” she said after a moment, “how would you feel if I borrowed them tonight?”

  “Borrowed them?”

  “Only for a few hours. There’s a new Disney animated movie premiering tonight and I would love to take the girls to it.”

  The invitation took her by surprise. “I don’t know….”

  “You would be doing me a favor.” Lynn smiled, but Allie sensed determination behind it. “I’ve been wanting to see this movie since I first saw the trailer for it, but I’ve never been comfortable sitting in a movie theater alone. Since neither of my sons has seen fit to give me any grandchildren of my own, I would dearly love a chance to spoil your daughters for a while. Believe me, I would enjoy the movie so much more if Gaby and Anna came with me.”

  Gaby squeezed her legs so tightly Allie feared she would lose her balance. “Please, Mommy? Oh, please, oh, please?”

  She didn’t know how to respond. The girls had chattered on and on about seeing the movie, too, and she had thought about taking them to the cheap matinee on her next day off. But if they were going to be leaving and trying to settle in a new town somewhere, she wasn’t sure when she would get the chance.

  Even Anna decided to get in on the action. She turned her huge dark eyes to her mother and Allie couldn’t miss the plea in them. “I want to see the movie,” she whispered.

  How could she say no to that? An evening of solitude stretched out ahead of her, long and depressing. Maybe she could use the time to start packing their belongings, tying up loose ends before they all ran away again.

  “Of course,” she murmured. “It’s very sweet of you to invite them. Let me just run them home to get cleaned up and round up some dinner.”

  “Oh, no,” Lynn said quickly. “I’m also in the mood for some McDonald’s fries. How about we make that our first stop?”

  “Yeah!” Gaby let go of Allie’s legs and rushed over to give a startled Lynn a hug. “Mr. Gage,” she confided. “I like your mommy.”

  Gage gave a startled laugh, though he looked a little uncomfortable. “I, uh, like her, too.”

  “Oh, no,” Lynn said suddenly. “I forgot about your dinner, Gage. I’ve got some chicken breasts marinating in lemon-herb sauce, and I planned to grill them out back tonight, but now I’m afraid I won’t have time.”

  He shrugged. “I’ll figure something out. I can always order a pizza.”

  “No, no. I should have thought of this.”

  She looked so distressed that Allie instinctively stepped forward. “I can fix his dinner, Mrs. McKinnon. It’s the least I can do.”

  “I’m not helpless,” Gage muttered.

  His mother ignored him. “Can you, dear?” she said with a satisfied smile. “That would be wonderful. Everything is all ready except the chicken and that shouldn’t take you long. And there’s plenty for two so make sure you stay and eat with him.”

  Now why did she have the funny feeling that she had just been conned? Allie wondered. Surely a woman as gracious and thoughtful as Lynn wouldn’t be up to anything devious.

  Still, she suddenly suspected that Gage’s mother had some kind of hidden agenda with all this maneuvering.

  Don’t be ridiculous, she chided herself. What possible ulterior motive could the woman have? Lynn had just offered to take her daughters out on the town for the evening, and it would be ungrateful and suspicious to question her motivation.

  She should just take the invitation at face value and be happy someone enjoyed spending time with her girls as much as she did.

  “I’ll just run them home to get washed up and changed into clean clothes.”

  “Will a half hour give you enough time?”

  “I think so.”

  “Wonderful,” Lynn exclaimed. “Oh, this will be such fun.”

  As Allie herded her excited daughters out the door, she still couldn’t shake the niggling sensation that she’d just been duped.

  Chapter 14

  His mother was up to something.

  A half hour later, Gage sat on the patio in the blasted wheelchair he was so tired of, a book in one hand and the barbecue tongs in the other. Between flipping the chicken breasts, he was trying to concentrate on one of the mysteries Wyatt had dropped off on his last visit.

  He wasn’t having much luck. Though the book’s plot was intriguing and imaginative, the dialogue sharp and witty and the characters vividly painted, he couldn’t seem to focus, too busy trying to figure out the motives behind his mother’s manipulations.

  Gage hadn’t missed the calculating gleam in Lynn’s devious eyes before she left with Lisa’s kids. Trouble was, he still couldn’t figure out what, exactly, she might be calculating.

  Maybe she had been telling the truth, that she just planned to go to the movie and wanted some company. Anna and Gaby were cute enough kids and he supposed it wasn’t so unusual that Lynn might like to take them on an outing.

  Still, the whole thing left him with an itch between his shoulderblades, like the time he and a partner walked into a drug deal gone bad.

  Despite his suspicions, he had to admit this wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening—in the middle of a flower garden that smelled sweet and rich and alive, underlaid by the mouthwatering scent of grilling meat.

  The day had been warm earlier but clouds were gathering ove
rhead, cooling everything off. The hot July sun had set behind the mountains enough that the backyard was now shady, with a comfortable breeze blowing down out of the Wasatch range to rustle the leaves of the trees and make the wind chimes sing softly.

  He should have been out here every evening, Gage thought, instead of using his injuries as an excuse to stay cooped up inside.

  After trying in vain for a few more moments to concentrate on the page, he finally set the book aside on the picnic table and returned to the grill. He found it a little tricky lifting the lid at the angle required by the wheelchair, but he managed.

  The chicken breasts were cooking up nicely. Another fifteen minutes or so and they would be done.

  Just as he started to close the lid again, Lisa rounded the corner of the house. She had changed her clothes after work, he noted, into a pastel-flowered sundress that drifted enticingly around her legs. Her ever-present insulin pump was clipped to a pocket on the dress and her brown hair was pulled back with a snowy headband.

  She looked cool and sweet and delicious and he wanted to savor every bite.

  “Hey, I’m supposed to be doing this,” she protested.

  “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not completely helpless,” he said. “I told you that. I think I can manage to toss a couple of chicken breasts on the grill.”

  “How did you get down the back steps?”

  “I didn’t. I went down the ramp out front and just rolled around the house.”

  It had been a little tricky since the path was gravel and barely wide enough for the wheelchair, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. If he had learned anything during his temporary stint in this damn chair, it was a deep appreciation for the myriad challenges encountered by those who used these things on a permanent basis. Things he had always taken for granted now seemed like insurmountable tasks without the use of his legs.