by Jo Ann Brown
Shocked at seeing her, he moved a little too quickly and the SUV rocked. She steadied herself as she worked to unlatch the restraints on the car seat.
“How can I help?” he asked as he straddled suitcases and remained still to keep the SUV from rocking again.
“Don’t move?” she suggested, her focus on the baby she was freeing from the seat.
“There you go, sweetie. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” She spoke softly, her voice calmer than he would have expected. She glanced back again, and this time she recognized him. Briefly, she closed her eyes and a sigh slipped from her lips. “You.”
“Me,” he agreed.
“Of course,” she muttered.
“Better me than no one at all,” he told her.
“I won’t argue.” She held the baby close as she moved to the right. “Can you take her?”
“Yes, I can take her.” He reached out with his left arm. “Daisy, you have to hand her to me.”
Jack West’s long-lost daughter shot him another look as she handed one baby to him. He took the little girl, smiling into blue eyes and adjusting so that he could take her with his left hand and transfer her to the right arm where he held her tight against his shoulder.
“Now get her sister and hand her to me so you can climb back here. I hear sirens. It won’t be long till we have help.” He kept his voice low, hoping to soothe the baby he held.
“Can you do this?” Daisy asked. “I mean...”
What she meant was, with his right arm amputated from the elbow down, could he manage the redheaded twins that were crying for their mama and struggling to be anywhere other than in the arms of a stranger.
“I know what you mean. Let’s just get this done.”
“Okay. Let me get Miriam.” Daisy focused her attention on the second baby.
The little girl he held wrapped her arms around his neck. She was a tiny bundle of tears, strong arms and heartache, and at that moment he would have given the little one anything he owned to make her happy again.
Her tears were soaking his shirt and her sobs shook her little body. He began to sing a hymn from church, rocking just slightly to calm her. As he sang, both girls quieted.
“Keep singing,” Daisy whispered. “Please keep singing.”
Hearing the panic in her voice, he nodded, continuing to sing “Jesus Loves Me.” The little redhead in his arms now rested against him. He soothed her, rubbing her back with his left hand.
Daisy faltered a little as she pulled the second baby from her seat. She leaned against the seat and breathed deeply, her eyes closed as she whispered words of comfort, promising everything would be okay.
“Are you able to get out?” Joe asked. “You can hand her to me.”
“I’m good.” She had the baby in her arms. “I can probably climb through with her.”
“Slow and steady. You landed in a dry creek bed and the ground is uneven so your vehicle isn’t going to be steady.”
“I’ve got this,” she told him.
“I know you do, but I can help you.” The words were familiar, similar to words spoken at another time, in another place. Their gazes connected and her silver-gray eyes slid closed for just a moment, giving away the fact that she remembered their last encounter.
He reached for her, taking hold of her right arm to help her navigate the space between the seats as she climbed through to the back, pausing when the vehicle wobbled. He kept her close to his side, and they waited a long minute before edging toward the opening that would see them safely out of the SUV.
“We’re almost there.”
She didn’t reply. Not to him. Her face was buried in the red curls of the baby that clung to her. She spoke softly, repeatedly telling the child she was safe. They were safe.
Joe eased through the narrow opening of the hatch, pausing as the vehicle rocked back and forth. He moved to the side and Daisy exited with the child she still held close. They were all safe. Joe took a deep breath, thanking his Maker for small victories. Next to him, Daisy shivered. He became aware of the chill of the autumn air.
“We need to get you up this hill,” Joe told her. “The three of you need to get warm.”
“The girls’ coats are somewhere in my car,” Daisy told him. “I should get their coats.”
“They’re probably full of shattered glass. We’ll get you up the hill and into a warm car. Come on.”
Sirens pierced the air and emergency vehicles arrived, lining the shoulder of the road. Joe, Daisy and the twins topped the hill as the first of the fire trucks and emergency vehicles arrived. Next to him, Daisy shivered and hugged the baby she held closer. Joe moved to her other side, hoping to shelter them from the wind that had picked up.
“Anyone else in there?” Derrick, an EMT that Joe had worked other accidents with, called out as he headed their way.
“No one else,” Joe answered as he shifted the baby he carried. Her arms tightened around his neck, and she cried for her mama.
Daisy turned. Her eyes flickered with pain, but she managed a smile for the little girl in his arms. “We’re okay, Myra. Everything is okay, sweetie.”
He noticed then that she had a gash at her hairline above her ear. Daisy seemed to notice, as well. She touched the spot and winced.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m just fine. I know my name, the day of the week and where I am.”
“I’m sure you’re fine,” Joe assured her. “It’s just a cut.”
“Would you like me to take one of the little ones from you?” Derrick asked.
“Maybe you could help Daisy,” Joe suggested.
Derrick reached for the little girl Daisy held. At first the baby refused, burying her face against the woman she called Mama. Derrick kept talking, the way a man talked if he knew a thing or two about kids. Eventually the little girl turned and held her arms out to him.
“What’s her name?” Derrick asked as he held the little girl close.
“Miriam,” Daisy said, her teeth chattering.
“We should get them inside where they can warm up and we can clean that cut,” Derrick said, already heading toward the faded red rescue vehicle.
Joe nodded in the direction of the rescue vehicle. She gave him a look that hovered between pain, distrust and obstinance. It wasn’t the first time she’d given him that look. Several years back he’d come upon her in another situation that she’d needed help extricating herself from. He doubted she wanted to be reminded of that memory.
“Joe, I need to get a statement,” a county deputy said as he headed their way.
“It can wait,” Joe told him. “At least let us get them warmed up and calmed down.”
He kept Daisy moving in the direction of help and let the deputy follow. Derrick was climbing out of the back of the old ambulance, blankets in hand.
“Where is Miriam?” Daisy asked, panic lacing her tone.
“She’s fine,” Derrick assured her. “She’s with Talia, our other first responder. Tally is getting her wrapped up in a blanket. If you want to hand over that little girl, we’ll get her checked out and warmed up.”
Derrick started to wrap a blanket around Daisy’s shoulders. She moved away from the first responder, her eyes going a little wild. Joe knew that look. He knew it had nothing to do with the moment or Derrick. In that moment, Daisy West was somewhere else, another time, another situation.
He knew from experience how a moment could suddenly drag a person into the past and how memories could become nightmares. Her fingers tangled in the scarf she wore around her neck and her eyes darted up, catching his.
“Let me help you, Daisy,” he said softly. “We need to get you all warmed up and take a look at the cut.”
He handed Myra to Derrick. The little girl whimpered but the first responder started to sing, rocking her as he headed inside the vehicle with her. Joe turned his
attention to the woman at his side.
“Daisy?” He reached for the gauze and antiseptic Derrick had left on the back of the vehicle.
She nodded, and a tear leaking from one silver-gray eye slid down her cheek.
He brushed hair back from the side of her face. “Close your eyes.”
She did and he pushed the gauze against the gash. She jerked away from him. For a moment her eyes went a little wild, causing him to pull back.
The scarf around her neck had come loose.
Color drained from her face and she swayed a bit.
“Daisy?”
“I’m fine.” She started to take a step away from him. “I just...” She blinked a few times and wavered on her feet.
Daisy’s legs buckled and Joe managed to get behind her in time to keep her from falling. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his truck.
* * *
Daisy pulled herself back to consciousness as Joe dumped her rather unceremoniously in the back seat of his truck. As she blinked away the fog, he was there, his face close to hers. His eyes, the hazel browns and greens of the forest, reflected his concern. She instantly wanted him to care and then just as quickly knew the heartache that came from trusting a look, a softly spoken word, from a man.
“Are you with me?” he asked.
“I’m fine. I need to get the twins. They’re already frightened. I need to be with them.”
“We’ll get the twins, but I’m calling Carson and we’re going to meet him at his office.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” she muttered. But he could, she realized. She might argue but she knew when to give in. This was one of those moments. Her head was pounding. She obviously needed to see a doctor. Even if the doctor was her older brother.
Joe ignored her weak attempt at arguing and motioned the deputy forward. The officer had both twins, one in each arm. Joe reached for Myra first, tucking her in next to Daisy and then he turned and reached for Miriam. Daisy situated a twin on either side and buckled them both in. She put an arm around each and held them close, comforted by their nearness. She’d gotten so used to having them close. Funny how life changed in a matter of months. What had started as a temporary inconvenience had become her new normal. Her heart was invested in the twins.
“We need our car seats,” she objected as Joe leaned in to look at them. “This isn’t safe.”
He ignored her. That felt safer than his overprotectiveness with the quiet voice that was meant to soothe.
“No car seat, sorry. They’re full of glass. It’s only a mile drive to Carson’s office. I’ll drive safely.”
She glanced out the window at the SUV being sprayed with foamy water from the fire truck. “I was driving safely when this happened.”
“I know you were.” Again, those forest green-brown eyes of his, filled with compassion. Again with the quiet, “you’re close to the edge” voice. “I’ll have Dan give us an escort. Lights on. No one will speed around us or past us.”
She wanted to agree with his plan, but she couldn’t. A sob welled up and she buried her face in her hand, breathing through it because she wasn’t going to cry. Not yet. Not until she was alone.
Joe glanced away and she silently thanked him for the moment of privacy. It didn’t last. The deputy returned to his side.
“Miss West, I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to ask you a few questions.”
Joe stepped between them, “Not right now, Dan.”
“Joe, I have to write a report.”
“I know you do. And I have to get these three to the doctor. They’re freezing cold. Miss West has a gash that probably needs stitches. You can stop by later and ask all the questions you want.”
Dan, the deputy, shook his head. “You aren’t making this easy.”
“No, I’m not.” Joe grinned at the deputy. “And while you’re at it, if you could give us an escort? Nothing like a parade when you come home, right, Daisy?”
Daisy frowned at him, happy to have him shifting the mood. “It’s what I always dreamed of.”
What she hadn’t dreamed of was coming home and, for a second time, being rescued by Joe Lawson. The first time had been several years ago, the day of her father’s open-heart surgery.
She’d fallen apart that night and Joe had been the person who found her.
If he mentioned it, she didn’t know what she’d say. Would she tell him the truth, that her memories of that night were vague? What she remembered still brought a rush of heat to her face.
“I need to get it now, Joe.” The officer stood a little taller, as if he thought to intimidate Joe Lawson.
“You and I both know you can wait until after she’s been checked, Dan,” Joe said with a deep voice of authority. He was several inches over six feet, broad across the shoulders and not the most handsome man Daisy had ever seen. But she thought he was about the most masculine. “I probably saw more than she did. The truck crossed the center line, overcorrected and hit the shoulder on the west bound lane and then overcorrected again. I’m assuming he was probably texting and driving. She didn’t have time to brake. He clipped her front end, as you can see from her damaged car. She went into the ditch and overturned.”
“We’ve put out information on the truck,” Dan told him. “I’ll give you that escort to Dr. West’s.”
Joe closed the door. A moment later he was behind the wheel and they were heading toward Hope. That’s when the questions would start, and she needed to be ready with answers. There would be questions about more than her medical condition. Carson would want to know why she was in Hope, why on Thanksgiving and he would want to know about the twins.
“You could just take me to my place,” she told the cowboy charmer who hadn’t said a word since he got in the truck.
Her teeth chattered as she spoke, and she clenched her jaw to keep him from hearing. He cranked up the heat, then handed her the jacket thrown over the seatback. She took it and smoothed it over them, noticing that it smelled of horses, hay and aftershave.
“Your place?” He glanced her way, just briefly. “You mean Mercy Ranch?”
She sighed because she didn’t want to tell him why she was here. Not that people wouldn’t find out. It was a small town, under two thousand people. The kind of place where everyone knew everything about everyone else. She might as well get it over with.
“I have a house.”
“In Hope?”
“Yes, in Hope. You can take me there.” The coat and the heater weren’t helping. She felt as if the cold had seeped into her bones and she couldn’t get warm.
“I’m not taking you anywhere other than Carson’s office. I texted him before we left, and he’s waiting for you. Funny, he didn’t know you were in town.”
“It really isn’t any of his business. Or yours, for that matter.” Her jaw hurt from trying to calm the chattering.
“You’re right about that. None of my business,” he responded in an Oklahoma drawl that didn’t sound quite right with the remains of his East Coast accent. He glanced back and she saw concern in his eyes.
“Then take me to 110 Prairie Rose.”
His eyebrow arched. “Really? The old Macomb place?”
“Yes, it’s the Daisy West place now. I bought it a couple months ago.”
“Hmm,” was his response. Then he was pulling into the gravel parking lot of her brother’s medical office. He parked near the front door and before he could get out, Carson exited the building.
Her brother’s presence brought a myriad of emotions, none particularly pleasant. Even the relief at seeing him wasn’t exactly pleasant. She’d held on to anger and resentment like a cranky Chihuahua. That’s what her friend Becky Stanford had told her. Becky’s memory brought tears that Daisy quickly blinked away. Her friend’s passing had brought Daisy back home, where she felt a need to be,
back in the lives of her brothers and their new families. Back in her father’s life.
None of it came easy. Her father would be the most difficult one to come to terms with.
She had to deal with the past, with all her anger and resentment.
Carson opened the back door of the truck and gave her that brotherly, concerned, doctor look of his. It didn’t help. He hadn’t been there when she’d needed him most. He’d gone to medical school, gotten married, left. He hadn’t been there.
Not that his life had been a bed of roses. They’d all suffered at the hands of their parents. Carson had suffered through the loss of his wife. As a family, they had grieved.
“Welcome home, Daisy Jane.” Carson reached for her but she didn’t go to his arms. She handed him Myra, using the little girl as a buffer for the emotions she didn’t want to deal with. She scooped Miriam up and exited the truck.
“Let’s get you all inside and warmed up.” Carson turned her toward the building. “I’m glad Joe brought you here.”
“He wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she murmured.
“No?” Carson glanced back at her as he pushed the door open. “Count yourself blessed, because if you need someone in a crisis, he’s probably the best.”
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
“Accidents happen. That’s why they’re called ‘accidents,’ Daisy.” Carson helped her inside his office. “You’re pretty banged up. But the twins appear to be fine.”
“They were snug in their seats and napping. It was a horrible way for them to wake up. I just wanted to go home and get them settled.”
“Home?” Carson helped her onto the exam table, then placed Myra on her lap. He gave her a steady look in the eyes, flashing a small light at her pupils. “To Tulsa?”
She glanced at the cowboy in the doorway, holding Miriam in his arms as she messed with the brim of his cowboy hat. He watched Daisy, as if waiting to see how she’d answer. As if he expected her to lie.
She turned her attention back to her brother.
“It’s Thursday, November 26. It’s cold for this time of year. I don’t have a head injury.” She made eye contact with the cowboy. “I live at 110 Prairie Rose, in Hope. Surprise.”