The Woodsman's Nanny - A Single Daddy Romance

by Emerson Rose

  “Hey, Boo, I hear Uncle Craig got angry. Are you okay, honey?”

  As we step into the elevator, he holds the phone down by his waist and squeezes his eyes shut tight before returning it to his ear.

  “I’m coming, just hang on and don’t open the door for Uncle Craig. Just stay in there with Sam, okay?”

  They must be barricaded in the bathroom. Shit, what has this man done to Major’s sister?

  “Give Aunt Sam the phone back, honey. Sam? Can you tell me what happened? What did he do?”

  “Open your recording app on your phone,” he says to me.

  When it’s ready, he takes it from me, and as we walk through the lobby, he holds it up to his phone to record whatever she’s saying.

  “Just start at the beginning. Tell me what started it.” Halfway across the lobby, he stops abruptly, and I’m afraid he might crush both of our phones in his bare hands.

  He continues to stay quiet, listening to his sister’s account of the attack.

  Kimber and Garcia rush to meet us, and I hold up my hand so they won’t speak. I mouth to them just a minute and Kimber clings to Garcia’s arm with a look of terror in her eyes.

  Major begins to speak soothingly to Sam when she’s finished talking.

  I take a step away with Garcia and Kimber. “Something’s really wrong, isn’t it?” Kimber says.

  “Yeah, it’s his sister, and I think she and his daughter are hiding in the bathroom from his brother-in-law. I have no idea what’s going on, but he’s furious and we’re leaving.”

  “His sister? Sam? Why the hell would they be hiding from Craig? I thought he was a good guy,” Garcia says.

  “I don’t know what all’s going on. That’s what I can tell from his end of the conversation.”

  “Okay, well you two get going and let me know if he needs any help kicking some ass when you get there,” Garcia says.

  “Yeah, text me when you get there,” Kimber says.

  “I will.” I hug them both and run to catch up with Major, who just started toward the doors again.”

  “Have a great day, thank you for staying at the Fairmont Grand Del—”

  Major all but pushes the concierge out of the way when he storms through the doors. He’s in no condition to drive, and I’m worried his sister isn’t going to get help in time. When Major snaps at a limo driver in the circle drive outside, he hurries over and Major says something to him quietly, and the driver begins to load our bags into the back of his limo.

  “Call the airport and book us a flight to Oceanside,” he says when he opens the door for me.

  “Won’t it take just as long to fly?” I ask because the flight is about thirty minutes and in a car, it’s only forty-five.

  “I can’t drive like this. We need to fly.”

  He’s not thinking straight. I motion to the driver and tell him there’s been a change in plans. Major doesn’t argue because he’s talking to Sam again. He’s categorizing her injuries. It sounds really serious. We have to get there fast. I wave at the valet and fish in Major’s pocket for the keys. I hand them over, and within five minutes, the Lexus is pulling up in front of us.

  I tip the valet and give him something for the concierge that Major trampled and ask him to please give it to him. The kid is more than happy to get away from Major. The fury rolling off his body is palpable.

  The bags are transferred from the limo to the Lexus, and I open the door for Major.

  “Get in, I’m driving.”

  Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue. He just slides into my seat and I go around to the driver’s seat. When we’re on the road, I concentrate on what he’s saying to Sam and try to sort out what’s happened.

  “The police are there? Wait until they tell you it’s safe to open the door. Are you sure it’s the police and not Craig trying to get you to come out? Okay, good. Do they have Craig? Yes, go ahead and open the door now. Sam, I’m on the way. I’ll come straight to the hospital. Is there anyone who can get the other kids from school?”

  Straight to the hospital? God, she must be in bad shape. I can hear my pulse whooshing in my ears as I grip the steering wheel. What the hell happened?

  “All right, that’s good. Put the paramedic on the phone. I don’t care, shove the phone in his face. I want to talk to him. Who am I talking to? Ok, Dan, I’m that woman’s brother and the little girl’s father, and I need to know what the hell is going on there. But first, you need to know that Samantha has early stage MS and Malory has trouble communicating when she’s stressed. Did they arrest her husband?”

  He is quiet for a long time while the paramedic fills him in. He never told me his sister had MS. Her poor kids, that poor family. I feel bad that he’s so far away from them when they need him. If he weren’t in San Diego messing around with me, he would be there for them.

  “Take them to Crossroads. I’ll be there soon.”

  He disconnects the call and hands me the phone. “Take this before I smash it against the fucking dash.”

  I take the phone from him and plug it into the charger between the seats. We drive in silence for about twenty minutes before he speaks.

  “He was drunk, stayed out all night with his whore, and when he came home, they got into it. She didn’t know he was as drunk as he was. He’s never been a big drinker, so she wasn’t prepared for him to be violent.”

  He pauses, and I don’t interrupt. He has more, I can tell, but it’s hard for him to say it out loud.

  “She was diagnosed with MS a year ago. It’s mild and slow progressing, but they know what’s in store down the line. Maybe that’s why he went out and found somebody else. This is all so out of character for him. I never would have imagined him having an affair and beating my sister. Fuck, I’m gonna kill that motherfucking bastard if they let him out of jail.”

  I reach out and take his hand with my sore hand. He remembers my injury and holds it gently, kissing my wrist.

  “I’m so sorry, Violet. I never want to hurt you again.”

  “It wasn’t intentional. Don’t compare yourself to him. It’s not the same, not at all.”

  “He broke her ribs and her arm. He pushed her down and punched her and kicked her until she blacked out. She was protecting Malory with her body. She probably has a concussion. Her speech was slurred and Malory was crying hysterically. She can’t talk when she’s stressed. It’s part of the brain damage from the drowning.”

  I gasp and tear up. I don’t even know what to say to him. How do you comfort a man whose sister just nearly died protecting his daughter? Craig is an animal. How did he do that to his wife? His best friend, his partner, the person he promised to love in sickness and in health?

  “So Craig went to jail?”

  “Yes, they found him pounding on the bathroom door with a meat clever from the butcher block in the kitchen. That fucker would have killed them if she hadn’t woken up and pulled Malory into the bathroom.”

  “A meat clever? Holy shit, does that count as attempted homicide?”

  “He beat her until she was unconscious. If that’s not attempted murder, I don’t know what is. I’ll get her the best lawyer. He’s going away for a long fucking time.”

  “We can take the kids. They’re going to need a lot of support with their dad in jail and their mom in the hospital.”

  He’s quiet while he absorbs that idea. He doesn’t have a choice anymore. He’s going to struggle with his OCD when he steps up to take care of his daughter and his niece and nephew, but I’m going to be there to help him.

  “I can’t do it,” he says, looking out the window at the world whizzing by.

  “Yes, you can.”

  He turns toward me. “No I can’t, not unless I quit my job, and if I quit my job, I won’t be able to support them. This is why Sam has Malory.”

  “You knew Sam wouldn’t be able to take care of her forever when she was diagnosed with MS though, right?”

  “Yes, but its progression has been so slow I was hoping an
d praying it wouldn’t get any worse.”

  “What was your plan if she took a turn for the worse? You don’t seem like the type to no not have a plan B and a plan C and D, for that matter.” I smile and rub his shoulder.

  “I don’t have a plan B, C or D. I have no family other than Sam. If she’s not able to take care of Malory, I’ll have to get a hardship discharge and find a job doing something else.”

  “I’ll be your plan B.”

  “How so?”

  “I can do a lot of my work from home. I choose to go to the office most of the time so I can interact with people. I’ll come down to Oceanside and help you with the kids until Sam’s better.”

  “What if she’s never better? Will you stay forever?”

  I’m not exactly sure how to take that question. Is he seriously asking me to live with him, or is he shooting down my offer with what-ifs?

  “If that’s what you want, yes, I’ll stay forever.”

  He’s staring at me. I can feel his eyes on me, trying to read me the way I was just trying to read him. Ball’s back in your court, Major. You can go for it or be afraid to take a leap of faith. Please take the leap. I need you to want me that badly—we need you to want me that badly.

  “You don’t know what you’re offering. You would be strapped down with the responsibility of having three young children. If I get called away for work, you would have to do it alone. I can’t ask you to do that, Violet, but I love you for offering.”

  “Do you? Do you really love me, Major?”

  “Of course I do. What kind of question is that?”

  “It’s the honest kind. I love you, too, and love isn’t always easy. It’s not always going to be hot sex and weekends spent lounging in hotels. I may not have any children,”

  Yet . . .

  “But I know how to love unconditionally, and I think that’s the foundation of parenting, don’t you? I’m not going to walk away just because things are a little sticky. I’m not afraid of a challenge. Actually, I’m sort of pissed that you thought I would.”

  “You’re feisty.”

  I roll my eyes. “Shut up, Major. Do you want me to help you or not?”

  “Yes, I want your help. I want you.”

  He places his hand over my thigh and kisses my temple.

  “Okay then, no matter what happens, I’ve got your back.”

  I half expect him to shoot back some crude comment about preferring that I have his front, but he’s not in a playful mood today. He’s serious and determined.

  I knew he would rise to the occasion.

  “Thank you.”

  27

  Kiddie Boot Camp

  Major

  I’ve seen my share of wounded men and women overseas, but none of them meant as much to me as my sister. When we walked into her hospital room in the ICU, the foundation of my world was shaken.

  This place smells like Lysol and death with a hint of hand sanitizer. I hate hospitals. The only good thing about hospitals is seeing the doors close behind you when you leave.

  I have to make a conscious effort not to crush Violet’s hand when we enter Sam’s room. I know what her injuries are, but it’s harder to see them with my own eyes. She’s one big bruise, purple from head to toe. Her leg is in traction, her arm casted, her ribs splinted and her head bandaged. Her beautiful blonde hair hangs in bloody clumps on her shoulders and machines hum and beep around her, keeping track of her vital signs and sedating her.

  “Can she hear us?” Violet asks the nurse at her bedside.

  “She’s sedated, but there’s always a chance she can hear you.” The nurse smiles sympathetically and presses a button that inflates a blood pressure cuff on Sam’s arm.

  “Can she feel pain?”

  “She shouldn’t feel anything, no. The sedation helps with the pain and keeps her calm while the swelling goes down in her brain.”

  “Can I hold her hand?” Violet asks.

  “Yes, just be careful of the IV and you’ll be fine.”

  Violet drops her purse and picks up Sam’s hand the second she has the green light. She’s never even met her, but she loves her because I love her.

  “Hey, Sammy, we’re here now, and the kids are safe. Don’t worry about a thing. We’ve got it all handled.”

  “Maybe you should introduce me?” Violet says.

  “Oh yes, of course. How rude of me. Samantha, this is my girlfriend, Violet. Violet, this is my sister, Samantha.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Samantha,” Violet says, still holding Sam’s hand.

  “She’s going to love you when she wakes up.”

  If she wakes up. The doctor said it’s touch and go for now. The repeated blows to her head caused a lot of swelling. He said it was a miracle she was able to call and speak to me on the phone. That’s why her speech was so slurred.

  I’m so fucking glad I had the sense to record her telling me what happened. If that fucker has caused her permanent damage or if, God forbid, she dies, I’ve got the victim’s firsthand version of what went down. Malory would never be able to stand up in front of a jury and tell what happened. She’s so traumatized right now, I don’t know if she’ll ever speak again period.

  Malory’s limp body full of sedation triggered something inside of me that I haven’t felt since being in Iraq. After sitting with her for an hour on the pediatric floor, I wanted to go to the jail and shoot a hole the size of Texas in Craig’s head.

  I may have tried it too, if it weren’t for Violet. She’s my lifejacket in this horrible storm. She’s keeping my head just above water enough to stay alive. Without her, I would have sunk hours ago.

  “Do you want me to go and sit with Malory so she’s not alone? You can stay here with Samantha and we can meet up for dinner. Wait, where are the other kids? Do they need to be picked up from someone’s house? They need to know what happened, and they should hear it from family.”

  She’s right, they do, and I should, but I feel like my loyalties are being pulled in three different directions. I don’t know who needs me the most. Davy and Summer aren’t under sedation, although they may want to be after I tell them what happened with their parents. They are my priority. I have to go talk to them.

  “You’re right, I have to go talk to them. They’re staying with a neighbor, but they don’t know what’s happening. I’d feel better if you stayed with Malory. She’s more apt to wake up and be scared. They will have Sam asleep for a while.”

  “Of course. Are they staying the night with the neighbor? What about school tomorrow? Someone needs to call them in absent. They’re going to need a while to process all of this.”

  She’s amazing, thinking of all the things I’m blind to right now. My mind is on one thing, and one thing only—the wrong thing.

  Craig. I want to kill him.

  I’m usually the organized one, planning every part of my day right down to the minute, but emotions are mucking up the planner I keep in my head. I can’t see past the moment I’m in.

  “Yes, good idea. I’ll get the school’s number from the neighbor and call them in for the week and see if they can spend the night tonight. What about the rest of the time? How am I going to be here for Mal and Sam and take care of Davy and Summer?”

  “What about Sabrina? Do you think she can help?”

  Why the hell didn’t I think of that? Sabrina would go to the ends of the earth to help Malory and me.

  “What would I do without you?” I say and kiss her on the mouth. Just the brief contact with her lips wakes the insatiable beast in my brain that wants to take her to bed and never let her leave.

  “You’ll never have to find out.”

  I wrap her in my arms and hold her. She feels so right, the way her body molds to mine. Every curve of hers matches my muscles like two long-lost puzzle pieces.

  “I hope not,” I say, propping my chin on the top of her head.

  “I know not.”

  I hold her longer than I should. I’m procrastinati
ng having to break this horrible news to two innocent children.

  “You should go.”

  “I know.”

  “You have to let me go to go.”

  “I know.”

  “If you can’t do it, just say so and I’ll go first.”

  Handling a Man 101—challenge him, and he’ll do what you want him to. Well-played, Violet Washington.

  “I’m going,” I say and hold her at arm’s length.

  “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  I kiss her again and leave to do one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

  In the SUV, I dial Sabrina. “Hey, I need some help.”

  “You okay, Sawyer?”

  “No, Malory’s in the hospital. Can you go sit with her?”

  “Whoa, there. Back up a minute, what’s wrong with Malory?”

  “Her scum of the earth Uncle nearly beat my sister to death, and she witnessed it.”

  “No . . .”

  “Yes, he’s in jail, and Sam and Malory are at Crossroads Hospital. I have to go tell their kids what happened and make arrangements.”

  “Bollocks, Sawyer, what happened? They were a good fit, I thought.”

  “Guess he shrunk.”

  “I’ll go straight away, what’s her room number?”

  “734, the pediatric floor.”

  “And Sammy?”

  “Room 5 in ICU.”

  “Ring me when you finish.”

  “I will. Thank you, Sabrina.”

  “No need for thanks, do what needs to be done and ring me.”

  That’s Sabrina, no nonsense and understanding.

  When I get to Sam’s house, I go inside before heading across the street to talk to the kids. I take down the ugly caution tape from the front door and wonder if Davy and Summer saw it when the neighbor brought them home from school. God, I hope not. Everything looks normal in the house, like every other night when I show up for dinner, except now it’s stone silent. I step carefully down the hall to the kitchen.