by Judy Duarte
When Anna didn’t respond, he stole a peek at her, saw her forehead creased ever so slightly.
Hoping she didn’t think he was skirting her, he added, “It’s not that I don’t want you to come. You can certainly meet me there if you want to.”
“We’ll see how my day goes,” she said. “I’m usually off by four o’clock—unless something comes up.”
They continued to walk along the lawn-flanked path to the corral where he’d been working with that new gelding a few minutes ago.
“So how are you doing?” Anna asked.
Him? He was nervous as hell and afraid he’d drop little Jessie or do something wrong. He also hadn’t been able to sleep worth a damn because he kept waking up to check on her and make sure she was still breathing. But he didn’t want to reveal any sign of weakness, so he chuckled and made light of it. “Me? I’m fine as frog’s hair.”
She laughed at his response. The lilt of her voice was enough to make him relax for the first time since she’d arrived. “Now, that’s cute.”
He hadn’t meant to be cute. Was she a big-city girl laughing at his country ways? “It’s just a saying I picked up from one of the retired cowboys who lives here.”
She shifted slightly as if trying to avoid the sunlight from shining in her eyes. “Today, while I had lunch in the hospital cafeteria with a coworker, your name came up.”
So much for relaxing around her. Why had his name come up? Had they been discussing him—and his case?
“One of the aides said you used to be a patient, that you had a run-in with a wild horse. And one of the cowboys mentioned you were involved in the rodeo.”
He’d been more than involved. He’d actually made a name for himself—until his injury. And until the doctor’s diagnosis brought about a real reckoning on many levels. “I’ve still got friends who’re on the circuit, but I gave it up.”
“Why?”
Did it really matter? He shrugged a single shoulder. “I had more than a little ‘run-in’ with a bronc last year, and the doctors said I couldn’t ride anymore. So I landed this job.”
Her brow scrunched. “That sounds like a big change of pace.”
It had been a huge change. And a real blow to his ego. Giving up the rodeo had been tough because, if he wasn’t a star or a champion, who was he? But if there was one thing he’d learned to do in life it was to roll with whatever punches fate dealt him.
“I’ve adjusted,” he said. “Besides, working as the assistant foreman on the Rocking C pays the bills.”
“So you rode broncs when you were on the circuit?” Anna asked.
Nate had never been one to toot his own horn, so he didn’t mention the buckles he’d won. Instead, he just nodded and said, “Yep.”
“No wonder you seemed so competent working with that gelding.”
Horses, broken or not, he could handle. It was only little babies that made him uneasy.
And pretty social workers.
He shot a glance her way. Damn, she was attractive. And in spite of his better judgment, he was drawn to her. Her floral scent—gardenia maybe?—snaked around him and seemed to hold him captive. Just walking next to her was a pleasure.
But Anna Reynolds wasn’t like the buckle bunnies who’d once hovered around him, hoping for a date, a kiss or...a whole lot more. She wasn’t here to flirt or...whatever. She had a job to do—and possibly an assessment to make.
“What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” he asked, hoping she’d cut to the chase and he could get his mind back on his work. “Is there a problem?”
“No, not that I see so far.”
“Then why are you here?”
“It’s my job to check up on you and the baby. Would it be easier for you if I came back in the evening next time?”
“Actually, this isn’t a bad time. I’m sorry if it sounded like I was...” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I was just a little surprised to see you this afternoon. That’s all.”
She blessed him with a pretty smile, one that he’d be thrilled to see if they’d met in a bar or honky-tonk, like the Stagecoach Inn. But could he trust that she didn’t have any ulterior motives, other than to answer his questions and help him adjust to fatherhood? He’d been in the foster care system. He knew better than to take kindness at face value. Maybe he ought to try a little charm on her, knock her a little off balance.
“It’s nice of you to come all the way out here to check on us,” he said, adding a carefree smile that was more fake than real.
“I’m just doing my job. Do you have any questions for me? Not just about babies, but about the social services available to you?”
He had plenty of questions. And the longer he was around little Jessie, the more he seemed to have. Like how much formula should she be taking at one time? Or why did it take so long to get a burp out of her? And was she going through too many diapers?
Instead, he said, “There’s a nurse on duty at the ranch at all times, as well as the housekeeper. So they’ve been very helpful.” In fact, they were far more capable of caring for a baby than he was.
Not that he expected Joy, Shannon and the other women to do it all for him. He hadn’t left Jessie completely in their care. Hell, he practically hovered over her whenever he was in the house.
When Anna didn’t smile or appear to be the least bit relieved by his admission, he added, “You don’t need to worry.” Especially about me. “We’re doing fine.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gallagher. I’m a little confused. I realized you mentioned staying here for a while—before taking her home. But do you have a place of your own?”
Did it matter? What was she really asking? Did she want to know if he could financially support a baby? Or was she worried that he wasn’t able to provide a home for her?
“I own a house in Brighton Valley, but I’m staying here for now. Jessie has a cradle in the office, and I sleep on the sofa.” He felt as though he’d been caught in a lie, but it was the truth.
“That’s good. I was going to ask if you needed my help finding a place.”
“No, I’ve got that covered.” Did she get this involved with other people on her caseload?
“When do you plan to take her home?” Anna asked.
“Soon.” Now that was a lie. Just the thought of being alone with her scared the hell out of him.
But since Anna would undoubtedly come back to visit and would still find him at the ranch, he’d better clarify things now. “Before I take her home, I’ll have to hire a nanny to watch her during the day so I can work. And I’m not ready to let a stranger take care of her yet. Besides, over the past few months, I’ve gotten to know the people who work with me here. They’re almost like family, especially Sam the foreman and Joy the cook. The nurses are not only loving and kind, but they know what to do with a baby.”
She tilted her head and frowned—maybe from the sunlight in her eyes. Still, it prompted him to add, “I’m learning a lot from the nurses about the baby. So no worries.”
“I’m glad to hear things are going well,” Anna said, although she crossed her arms and scanned the length of him as if she wasn’t quite convinced. “I’d better let you go back to work. I’ll see you again in a couple of days.”
“Why?”
“It’s my job. Remember?”
If she were anyone else, if she had any other job, he’d be pleased as punch to have her stop by—with or without notice. It was only the fear factor that had him uneasy, the concern that she might find him lacking as a father. And after this exchange, he had a feeling she’d pegged him as the phony he truly was.
But maybe he’d been making a much bigger deal out of her visits than he should have been. Maybe she’d been telling him the truth when she’d said she only wanted to be helpful.
; “You have my number,” she said.
“You bet I do.” He tapped the front pocket of his shirt. Ever since she’d given it to him at the hospital, he’d decided to carry it with him at all times.
He might not want to have a social worker checking up on him, but that didn’t mean he was too stubborn to call for help if he really needed it.
* * *
On Monday afternoon, after a long morning spent in meetings, followed by several visits with different parents in the NICU, Anna climbed into her car and headed to the red brick building that housed several medical offices, including Brighton Valley Pediatrics. She wasn’t sure if Nate would be happy to see her or not, but she wanted to attend Jessica’s first appointment.
Preemies could present a few additional problems and worries, something Anna knew firsthand. Five years ago, while she was in her last year of grad school, her mother remarried and then, six months later, gave birth to a second daughter. Kylie, Anna’s sister, had been born ten weeks early and had faced several health issues. Fortunately, she was doing well now, but those early months had been very stressful and worrisome for everyone involved.
However, the real reason Anna had taken a special interest in Nate’s case was because she’d recently faced the biggest failure of her career. Last spring, little Danny Walker had been born full-term, but he’d had a serious heart defect that required surgery. Sadly, his mother never bonded with him, and as a result, Danny had failed to thrive.
The situation was complicated by the fact that there’d been both a surrogate and a sperm donor involved. So in Danny’s case, no one had been fully committed to raising a fragile child.
Once Danny had gone into foster care, his health improved and he began gaining weight. His prognosis was good, and the last she’d heard, he’d been cleared for adoption. But she would always regret not picking up on the warning signs and facilitating his placement sooner. That’s why Nate’s case was so important to her and why she would do everything in her power to help him bond with his daughter. If he didn’t...
Well, if he showed signs of not taking proper care of her or providing her the loving home she both needed and deserved, Anna would have the baby removed from his care.
As the elevator doors opened and let her out on the third floor, a little zing rushed through her bloodstream, kicking her pulse up a notch. Okay, so she had to admit that she was also drawn to the handsome daddy for another reason, one that had nothing to do with his parenting skills. But even so, that had nothing to do with her hope to see him become a great dad.
At least, she certainly hoped it didn’t.
She glanced at her wristwatch. It was 4:06. She’d wanted to arrive at the pediatric office a little earlier than this. Would she find Nate still in the waiting room? Or had he already been called back for the weigh-in?
Her question was answered the moment she scanned the room and saw the new daddy sitting near an aquarium, the baby carrier on his lap, his black Stetson on the chair next to him. He glanced up about the same time she spotted him.
He tossed her a crooked grin that darn near turned her heart inside out and stirred up a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Okay, so her gut wasn’t the only thing sending feelings about Nate to her brain. But she’d have to tuck that emotional stuff away. She wasn’t about to breach any ethical boundaries by letting the sight of Nate Gallagher in those jeans and boots get to her.
Maybe she should come up with an excuse to say hello, then leave and let him visit the doctor on his own.
Yet in spite of her second thoughts, her feet seemed to move toward him on their own. So she blew off her fluttery tummy and tamped down her thumping heart.
His lips tilted into the slightest of smiles. “I wasn’t sure if you’d show up.”
Had he hoped that she would? It certainly sounded that way.
“I’m glad you came,” he added.
Seriously? For some reason, his admission stirred up that flock of butterflies that had begun to settle down during her walk across the room.
Oh, for Pete’s sake, he hadn’t meant anything by that. He was a new father, worried about his newborn and eager to learn whether she’d gained weight.
But even that realization didn’t help. After all, Danny Walker’s parents had charmed her into thinking they were glad that she’d come by to see their baby, yet their smiles and affirmations had just been a show. They’d rarely even held that little boy.
Deciding that she’d made an unfair comparison, Anna shook off the memory. “As it turned out, I was able to get off work on time.” She glanced into the carrier at Jessica, who was as precious as could be in a pink sleeper that was way too large for her small size.
Her dark hair was adorned with a white bow attached to a headband, and while her eyes remained closed, her lips moved as though nursing on a bottle or pacifier.
“She’s got to be the cutest baby ever,” Anna said. “Did you dress her?”
“Nope.” Nate, who’d been studying the newborn, looked up and added, “Even if I felt comfortable doing that sort of thing, I didn’t stand a chance. Jessie’s gotten pretty popular with the nursing staff.”
“I can certainly see why. But you’re not comfortable dressing her?” Another red flag flapped in her mind.
Before he could answer, the back door opened to reveal an older woman wearing a light blue smock with a zoo animal print. “Jessica Gallagher?” she called.
“That’s us.” Nate got to his feet and turned to Anna. “Did you want to wait here or come inside?”
Right this moment, there wasn’t anything she wanted more than to join him in the exam room. And for that reason, as well as those pesky butterflies in her belly, she decided she’d better let Nate go in alone. “You go ahead. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Okay.” He nodded toward the Stetson on the chair. “Watch my hat?”
“You bet.”
But it was the new daddy holding his newborn in the carrier she was more intent upon watching as he sauntered across the floor with a sexy cowboy swagger.
Still, there seemed to be something missing, something Nate was keeping from her. And she was determined to find out just what it was.
For everyone’s sake.
* * *
Nate followed the nurse back to the exam room.
“How’s it going?” she asked.
“Okay, I guess.”
She pointed to the doorway of a room that had a medical smell, one that reminded him of those days he’d spent in the hospital. The familiar scent threw him even more off balance than when he’d first arrived.
“You want me to take her out of this contraption?” Nate asked, assuming he’d have to.
“Yes. Then get her undressed so I can weigh her.”
Great. Nate had changed Jessica’s diaper before—several times. And once, when she’d spit up all over them both, he’d had to put her in new jammies—or whatever it was called. But that didn’t mean he felt comfortable moving her little arms and legs around. Still, he supposed the old adage was true. Practice made perfect.
“I just fed her,” he told the nurse. “So her weight could be up because of that. But I also changed her in the waiting room.”
“It all balances out,” she said.
When Nate removed all but her diaper, Jessie let out a wail as though he’d hurt her.
“Goodness,” the nurse said, as if screaming, red-faced newborns with flailing arms and legs were a common occurrence. “Would you listen to that? She’s certainly got a temper and a strong pair of lungs.”
As the woman started toward the door with Jessie in her arms, she turned to Nate. “Are you coming with me to the scale?”
“Absolutely.” The whole point of today’s doctor visit was to make sure her weight was on target.
; He followed her to another room, this one smaller than the other. There she proceeded to weigh an unhappy Jessie.
He held his breath as he waited to hear the result. What in the world was he going to do if she hadn’t gained any weight? Or worse, what if she’d lost a few ounces?
But then the nurse looked up and smiled. “Good job, Daddy! She’s up nearly six ounces since she was discharged from the hospital.”
Nate’s heart soared as if he could take all the credit himself. And even though he’d only played a small role, he felt as if he’d just gone eight seconds on a bronc no one could ride.
He wished Anna could have been standing here, hearing the news herself, but he supposed that it was just as well that she’d remained in the waiting room. He was still a little uneasy around her and didn’t want her to pick up on his insecurities or to know how far out of his element he really was.
Five minutes later, after the doctor had examined Jessie and declared her healthy and thriving, Nate redressed her with minimal issues and secured her into the carrier. Then he returned to the waiting room feeling far more competent than when he’d arrived.
Anna, who was still seated in the same chair, set the magazine she’d been reading aside, reached for her purse and got to her feet. “How’d it go?”
“Great. She’s gained six ounces already, which is almost a half pound. So that’s a relief.”
“I’m sure it is. Now you can go home and celebrate.”
As much as he missed his privacy, he wouldn’t be going back to his house. He still wanted to stick close to the Rocking C, although he felt much better about things now.
“I guess there’s a lot to be happy about, but I won’t be celebrating the way I used to. Something tells me that having a couple of beers with my friends at the Stagecoach Inn won’t be appropriate. But I’ll probably stop by Caroline’s Diner for dinner and splurge on dessert.”
“That might be a lot more fun, especially with a baby.”
As they started toward the door, he found himself asking, “Are you hungry?”