The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

  “So you left the no-good bastard?”

  “Yes. Yesterday. I’m in here because of what he did to me.”

  “What happened?” he asked as the nurse returned and administered pain medication into her IV before quietly leaving.

  She explained the ectopic pregnancy and JT’s actions that had caused the accident, and Clay’s jaw set in a rigid line. The surgeon had told her that the damage from the rupture had been too severe and she’d lost the use of that Fallopian tube. That cut her chances of having a baby by half, not that she’d ever wanted to bring a baby into the situation she’d been in.

  “And now?” he asked, seeming to want to give her the opportunity to let it all out.

  “Now? I rebuild my life. I find my parents’ old house, and just…live my life. I’m filing for divorce as soon as I get out of here, and I’m never looking back. I’m going to finish my education, get a job, and move on. I can’t believe I wasted twelve years with him. I’m swearing off marriage, relationships, and men in general. Remember what you used to say?”

  Clay chuckled and flushed a bit. “As I recall, it was ‘Girls are disgusting and I’m never getting married.’”

  Lily smiled at the memory. “That’s right. You were right all those years ago.”

  “Lily, I’d like to help however I can.”

  Lily felt like she was levitating and realized the pain medication must be taking effect. “I always felt like I was safe and could be myself with you. I need that kind of safety right now, until I’m on my feet.”

  “You’ve got it. I couldn’t believe it when I opened the car door and got a good look at you.”

  “You were there?”

  “You could say that again,” he replied and explained about her collision with his building. Lily was mortified at that news, but Clay shook his head and said, “Insurance is taking care of it. The situation with your car is even under control, but we’ll talk more about that later. Did you find your house?”

  Feeling bleary, Lily replied, “I never did find it. I’d given up and gone in search of someplace to ask for directions when I saw your sign, and…Well you know what happened from there. Oh, shoooot.” She tried to put a little oomph into her exclamation but she was feeling kind of “floaty.”

  “What?”

  “All my things were in my car.”

  “Not anymore. I took them all home for safekeeping. Everything’s fine.”

  Lily rubbed her forehead. “Ugh. My car.”

  Clay patted her hand and said, “It’ll keep for now. You concentrate on your recovery.”

  “Where’s Del?”

  “Last I heard, Afghanistan. I don’t get a lot of details from him since he works for a private contractor. He’ll be happy when I tell him you’re back.”

  Clay pulled his wallet from his back pocket and sorted through receipts and business cards until he found a folded picture and pulled it out. “He sent this about a year ago.” He handed Lily the creased photo. It said a lot to her that the picture was as worn as it was, most likely from repeated handling.

  Clay and Del had been a year apart in age, and Lily knew they had been very close to each other. She unfolded the picture and felt tears prick her eyes when she looked into the smiling, gray-green eyes of her friend. The grin on his face was achingly familiar and made her heart clench with sadness for losing touch with him. In the photograph, he was wearing desert camouflage and looked wind- and sandblown. He was stroking the back of a small kitten that was perched on his shoulder, licking at his ear.

  She wanted to ask him more about Del, but exhaustion and drowsiness from the painkillers claimed Lily as Clay bent over and kissed her on the forehead. His scent was clean and spicy and eased her into more peaceful rest as he let himself out. He was right. It would all keep for now.

  Chapter Three

  Clay woke before dawn the following morning with dreams of Lily in his head. They were an odd mix of her as a little girl and her as a woman now. She was such a contrast from the feisty, spirited, protective little girl he remembered. Sad and brokenhearted, she’d said that love was for fools and it was better to be alone than with the wrong person, claiming that love wasn’t worth the risk. That could have been the pain medication talking, but she’d seemed sincere.

  It had made him sad that she’d make such a declaration. Her bastard of a husband had hurt her instead of cherishing her and protecting her. He couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. Fear had shone in her eyes when she’d mentioned that her husband had been notified of the accident. Clay had stopped in at the nurse’s station and they’d told him, when he asked, that Mr. King wouldn’t be allowed to see her without her express permission and that they planned to move her to the room at the rear end of the wing, behind their station. Law enforcement had already been notified as well.

  He sipped a mug of coffee as he gazed out the front picture window in his living room. Judging by the clock, he had at least another two hours before the sun rose, but he felt on full alert. With sleep no longer an option, he went into the studio at the rear of his house and flipped on the light.

  He pulled the muslin covering off the clay piece he’d been working with the night before. In their spare time, most bachelors watched television, worked out at the gym, or hung out with their buddies. He did plenty of that, but he preferred to work with his hands in wet clay. As always he was surprised when the timer he’d set earlier went off after two hours had passed.

  He met Beck O’Malley at the shop at seven o’clock and handed over the keys to Lily’s car, hoping she wouldn’t be upset with him for being presumptuous about having the work done. She would need transportation, and he didn’t mind helping to make that happen. He also had another plan in the works to help her but braced himself, knowing that Tabitha wasn’t going to be a happy camper once she found out.

  A short time later, Clay made the short trip to Emma Guthrie’s office for a scheduled appointment. His allergies had been ferocious lately, and he’d recently taken her up on her offer to test him so she could treat him more effectively. Now he was there to find out the results.

  Emma knocked and stepped into the exam room. Judging by the new hairstyle, the high heels, and decidedly un-dowdy blouse and skirt she wore, Emma had gotten a new lease on life. Clay hoped it had to do with the two men he’d seen her with the weekend before. Grace Warner had tried to set him up with Emma, but it hadn’t panned out because she never dated patients.

  “Well, Clay, I have bad news.” She looked genuinely sorry when she said it.

  “It was just allergy testing, Doc. How bad can it be?”

  “It’s time to find your cat a new home,” she said as she flipped through her chart to the test results.

  “Emma, I don’t own a cat.” Oh, crap.

  “Really?” Emma frowned and looked more closely at the test results and then showed him. “You tested positive for cat hair and cat dander. Your reaction was pretty severe. Any idea how—Oh! You’re allergic to your cat-loving employee.”

  Clay nodded. “Yeah. Tabitha Lester.”

  Emma giggle-snorted and said, “Clay, you know I don’t mean to laugh at your dilemma, but…” She covered another snicker. “Good luck with that.”

  Armed with a prescription for a different allergy medication, Clay left her office a few minutes later, grumbling about friends finding humor in the trials of others.

  The action took a decidedly unfunny turn when he stepped out of the elevator onto the surgical floor at the hospital. He’d hoped that he’d be there to protect Lily if her ex-husband happened to show up at the hospital, and it looked as though he’d gotten his wish.

  The surgical floor was a rectangular outer ring of patient rooms with the elevator at one end, and small offices and housekeeping in the center, with the nurse’s station positioned opposite of the elevator door. Hank Stinson and another deputy were trying to talk sense to a large, red-faced, very irate-looking man, while two nurses stood between them and the hallway
that led to Lily’s room. Flowers in hand, Clay walked past the men and nodded to the two nurses as they let him by. The man looked ready to charge down the hall, barging into rooms until he found who he was looking for.

  “How come that asshole gets to just walk right through?”

  “He has permission to visit the patient he’s here to see.”

  Clay wanted to respond but kept walking as though he hadn’t heard a word. The man quieted down, and Clay turned to look back at the asshole to find him watching him closely with dark, piercing eyes. Evidently ignoring the asshole only drew his attention. “That’s her room, isn’t it? He’s goin’ in my wife’s room, ain’t he?” Hank and the deputy blocked his path as he took two steps toward Clay.

  Holy shit. No wonder she’s terrified of him.

  Clay eased the door open and closed it behind him. Unfortunately, the son of a bitch could still be heard yelling though the door. He turned and smiled at Lily who was sitting up, her face as white as a sheet, looking like she was in pain, which brought out all sorts of protective instincts in him.

  “That’s your husband?”

  Lily nodded imperceptibly, looking terrified. “Soon-to-be ex-husband. Is he coming back here?”

  As if I’d let him anywhere near you.

  Clay shook his head and lifted her cold hand into his as he laid the roses in her lap. Her other hand trembled as she raised them to her nose and sniffed. “He used to bring me roses when he apologized for…you know.”

  Clay wanted to remove the pale peach roses from her grasp if they gave her bad memories.

  “She better tell me to my face that she’s divorcing me! No way in hell she’ll go through with it. She bears my mark. We agreed ’til death do us part, damn it! Nobody else is ever gonna want her with my mark on ’er!”

  Lily fell back against her pillow. His words seemed to have as profound an impact as if he’d punched her.

  “Lily! Lily! Get out here now, so we can settle this! I didn’t come this far to go home empty-handed!”

  The hateful voice had drawn closer, and Clay rose from the chair, prepared to defend her. The guy was big, really big, but Clay had height in his favor and would damn sure give him a run for his money. He wanted to strangle the person in the sheriff’s office responsible for the administrative error that had led to her husband being contacted without her approval. Lily still held the roses in her hands.

  To distract her, he said, “If you don’t like roses anymore, I can get rid of them.”

  Despite the commotion outside and the continued trembling in her hands, Lily said, “He always brought me red roses. I love these. They’re a pretty color and it’s not their fault he’s an asshole. I like them just fine.” A loud thud reverberated through the wall outside her doorway, causing her to startle and her smile to abruptly disappear. Clay rose from the chair again, but she grasped his hand. “Don’t get involved. Please stay here with me.”

  Incredulously, he turned to her. “He’s assaulted you. He sets one foot in that doorway and I’ll be plenty involved.”

  “Lily! Send that bastard out here! I wanna talk to him!”

  Lily tightened her grip on his hand, but Clay gently loosened her fingers. “He’s terrorized you for years. Now he can pick on someone his own size.”

  He stalked to the door and pulled it open. Hank and the deputy were both bodily blocking King from coming any closer. The nurses stood side by side, barring the doorway. “Ladies, why don’t you keep her company? She looks like she’s in pain.” They looked at him and at Hank who nodded, looking concerned for their safety. Clay let them slip past him before pulling the door shut, approving when he heard the click of the lock on the heavy door.

  “Are you the son of a bitch she ran off with yesterday? You fuckin’ my wife?”

  Hank quietly ground out, “Now, Mr. King, you’re gonna lower your voice. Settle down and say what you need to say. It’s our mistake that you were called, but you’re disturbing the peace and I’m about ready to throw your ass in jail.”

  Ignoring Hank, King glared at Clay. “I asked you a question, asshole.”

  Clenching his jaw, Clay replied, “Your wife ran from you all on her own and about high time she did, judging by the shape she was in.”

  “That fat, lazy bitch was just fine when she hightailed it out of Durst yesterday. You fucked her yet? No? You don’t want to, either. You know why?” When Clay didn’t reply, King said, “Because you’d be riding another man’s property. Check her. She wears my mark. She’s mine!”

  “Not anymore, she’s not.” Fury roiled inside Clay at the thought of this foul, violent bastard marking defenseless little Lily in any way. “She wants nothing to do with you. You’ll be hearing from a lawyer soon.”

  King leaned his face forward between Hank and the deputy as they strained to hold him back, and pure evil glimmered in his eyes. “Who are you anyway, pretty boy? Why do you care about some fat fucking broad? Someone else’s wife?”

  Hank cast a look at Clay and broke in. “Don’t say anything. You don’t need to tell him anything.”

  “I’m a friend. That’s all you need to know. We take a dim view of women being abused by their husbands in this town.”

  “I never gave her anything she didn’t ask me for. Haven’t you ever heard of dominance and submission? I dominate. She submits. Period.”

  For some reason, Hank Stinson reacted with more than the expected amount of surprise and anger at King’s words. King yanked his torso free from Hank and the deputy, charged for the door, and swung his fist at Clay’s face.

  Clay deflected him and, using moves learned years before from jujitsu training, had King plastered face-first against the wall with his arms gripped behind his back so that he struggled fruitlessly.

  Hank slapped handcuffs onto King’s wrists and said, “You’re done here, King. Anything you need to say to your ex-wife can be said through an attorney. And you don’t know jack-shit about dominance and submission if you think what you did to her was safe, sane, or consensual. Now you get to sit your ass in the Divine City jail.”

  Clay wondered why Hank had reacted with such ferocity to King’s pronouncement that he was dominant and Lily was submissive. He watched them escort King from the surgical floor, as he struggled every step of the way.

  Spittle flew from King’s lips as he growled, “This ain’t near over, you bastards. I’m calling a lawyer and you ain’t seen the last of me.”

  Hank glanced back at Clay and said, “Tell Mrs. King I apologize for the error and any upset this might’ve caused her.” Clay nodded as they moved toward the elevator. “Jerrald King, you’re under arrest. Anything you say…”

  Clay tapped on the door and was immediately admitted by the nurses.

  “I’ll get her pain meds,” the first one out the door stated when he told them it was all clear. “She looks like she needs it. I could use a stiff drink, myself.”

  The other nurse rose from the chair beside Lily’s bed and offered to take the roses and place them in a vase for her. Lily smiled faintly and nodded, seeming surprised by the nurse’s kindness. The nurse kept her eyes averted, but Clay could clearly see the indignation she felt on Lily’s behalf. She patted Lily’s hand, and nodded to him as she passed him.

  “Looks like you’ve made some more friends here, Lily.”

  Lily made soulful eye contact with him. “I’m so sorry, Clay. I never intended for him to follow me here or ever even know where I was. I heard a scuffle. Did he hit you?”

  “He tried and failed. Hank’s hauling him down to the jail for disturbing the peace and…generally being an asshole.”

  “I heard what he said to you. I’m so sorry he thinks we’re involved.”

  “Well, I am, in a sense, involved with you. I’m your friend. And I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

  Lily gazed at him, words apparently failing her. Was it so surprising to her that someone would champion her? If she had twelve years of marriage to that
son of a bitch behind her, he supposed she had a right to be surprised.

  Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, he took her hands in his as the nurses returned, one with pain medication and the other with her peach-colored roses in a vase. They both smiled at him as though he’d slayed a dragon or something and then told Lily to call them if she needed anything else.

  “What did your ex-husband mean when he said he’d marked you?”

  Lily averted her eyes, and her breath left her in a quiet rush. “He was crazy and abusive. I have lots of marks from him. Take your pick.”

  She avoided looking him in the eye, but her pained expression kept him from questioning her any further about it. There was more to it than what she shared. Hopefully they would get back to the point where they could tell each other anything.

  Clay looked at her hand clasped in his, and reality struck him. That time in their lives had been twenty-six years in the past. Why did he expect that they would ever get back to that place? A lot of time and a lot of memories filled the distance between them and he might never have “his Lily” back.

  Scanning her beautiful, tired face, he decided it didn’t matter. She was back in his life, even if all she would ever let him do was help her through this bad patch in the road. Given time, she might heal emotionally as well as physically. In the meantime, they could start over again.

  He grinned at her and began, “About your car…”

  Chapter Four

  Lily gazed at Clay, relieved by the playful tilt of his lips. She felt guilty for withholding the truth about JT’s mark but grateful that he didn’t press the subject so she didn’t have to outright lie to him. She fully intended that no one else ever see that mark. That meant no relationships unless she was somehow able to have the tattoo removed.

  While at the public library in Durst, she’d learned how to use the Internet and had done some research on tattoo removal, but her sessions on the library computers were rare and all too brief. Now that she was free she could do a little more in-depth research. She might start that quest with a visit to the family practitioner Doctor Burns had mentioned the day before.