by Aria Ford
I nodded. It was difficult not to worry. I felt a bit impatient with him. How was I supposed to feel when I was considering my grandpa’s health?
“Okay,” I said. “When?”
“If you could take him through in a bit? I called through to the desk and they said they can fit him in at six.”
“Okay.” I nodded again. “We’ll come back in after a snack.”
“Good.”
I paid the account and headed off home again.
I managed to persuade Grandpa we needed to have the garage guys come and look at his van. He decided it was an ideal time to clean the garage. I went in to help, knowing he wasn’t as able as he thought.
Dressed in old clothes, I was busy cleaning nameless stuff off the workbench when Grandpa yelled. I ran to him. He was trying to lift a heavy wooden box. He had suddenly gone stiff and shaking and I was terrified as I saw his face change to dark mauve, his chest heaving.
“Grandpa!” I panicked, reaching for my phone. I called the ambulance and then, on impulse, I called Reese. When he answered at once, I felt my spirits brighten.
“Yeah?”
“Reese,” I murmured. “I’m sorry—I know I’m being a nuisance. But it’s Grandpa.”
He didn’t break stride. “I’ll be there now.”
When I hung up I felt my heart lift with relief. I settled Grandpa down in the sun outside the garage and paced, waiting for someone to arrive.
I heard Reese arrive and then, in the distance, the sound of the ambulance. When he got out and strode over I felt myself smile. It was so nice to see someone who was so capable, so ready to take charge.
“Reese,” I murmured. “I called the ambulance. Here they come…but I’m so glad you’re here.”
He smiled. “Of course I am. What can I do?”
I shook my head. Now that he was here, I felt so much calmer. My voice trembled, and I was suddenly really tired. “Not much,” I said with a smile. “I just needed someone here.”
“I’m glad you called,” he said.
The ambulance had pulled into the drive now and Reese took charge. I had never seen anyone direct people with such cool expertise. He sent them off to fetch Grandpa and guided the driver up the long drive so they could carry him in on the stretcher.
“What happened?” One of them asked. He turned to me.
“Kelly?”
“Uh…we were cleaning the garage together and he suddenly had this attack,” I explained.
“What sort of attack?” the man asked quickly.
I went blank. “Um, well, he was straining to lift something and…”
“You let him lift something?” The man looked at me like I was the most despicable person ever. I felt my self-control dissolve.
I broke down. Reese wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
“She’s his granddaughter, not his keeper,” he growled. “She was helping him. She didn’t want to insult him. He’s a capable man. How would you have treated him?”
The man went white. I wanted to laugh. I squeezed Reese against me, sniffing.
“Thanks,” I whispered when the ambulance guy had left.
He smiled down at me. “Don’t mention it.”
We went together into the house.
CHAPTER TEN
Reese
I couldn’t have said I wasn’t glad when Kelly called me. The sound of her voice, distressed and all, set me aflame. I recalled every minute with her—the way her body felt on mine, the smell of her, the way she laughed.
When she said she needed my help, I have to admit I felt a stab of panic. The last time I’d been needed by someone, I’d let them down so badly they’d died. I couldn’t forget that.
Now, as I sat in the old man’s seat on the terrace, listening to Kelly in the kitchen, I felt a strange relief.
I helped someone and nobody died.
It was a strange feeling. I listened to her working. She was humming under her breath.
I can’t believe how she makes me feel.
“Reese?” she called out through the door. I looked up. She was dressed in filthy torn jeans, a big brown T-shirt over the top. She was stunning in a way that set my body aching.
The shirt emphasized those small, high breasts, her narrow waist and those curvy thighs looked amazing in the torn pants. I wanted to hold her against the wall and plow her.
“Mm?”
“Two sugars?”
“Yeah,” I called. “How’d you know?”
“Same as me,” she called back. I laughed.
“You don’t need extra sweeteners,” I shouted through to the kitchen. When she emerged, she was scowling.
“Reese, you’re the worst flatterer I ever heard.” She laughed.
I raised a brow. “Maybe.”
We both laughed and the chair scraped back as she drew it out and sat down. The landscape opposite us was rich and tranquil. I felt at ease here in ways I never had in the city. I reached for the coffee and drank some.
“Reese?”
“Mm?”
“I really mean it. It was kind of you to come out to help me. Thanks.”
I snorted. “What else could I do?”
She smiled, a gentle smile that made my heart thud. “Well, it’s not like you owe me help.”
I frowned. “Not about owing, is it?” I countered.
She let out a long sigh. “You’re one of the only guys I know who’d have done that for me.”
I stared. “What guys are these?”
She laughed. “Well, I never really had that feeling that…that someone’d help me just because they wanted to. All my exes—especially the last one—would have been so grudging about it.”
I shook my head. “Unbelievable.” How could someone begrudge help to anyone? Particularly their woman? It was unheard of.
She grinned. “You know what?”
“What?”
“You’re nice.”
I felt her words rocket through me. If she’d shot me, it wouldn’t have gone so straight to my heart, to all the sore places. “I’m not nice.”
She frowned. “It’s a compliment, Reese.”
“Yeah,” I growled, feeling uncomfortable. I didn’t want her getting close. Didn’t want to feel the way I felt right now. If she got to know me, she would soon find out I wasn’t…what she thought. I was full of rage and pain. I wasn’t a safe person. I stood abruptly. She frowned.
“Hell, Reese! What’d I…”
“Nothing,” I said abruptly. “You did nothing.” I walked to the edge of the terrace, feet scuffing the flagstones. Looked out over the landscape and breathed. “Have you heard from the hospital?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Not yet,” she said. “He was supposed to go in for tests this afternoon. Ironically.”
Her voice wept and I felt bad. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Don’t be.” Her voice was harsh. I sighed.
As much as I want to keep her away, it still hurts.
“When you hear back, I can drive you down,” I offered. She frowned.
“You don’t have to do that.” All the same, her voice sounded as if she would appreciate the help. I sighed.
“I’d like to.”
She looked up at me and our eyes met. I felt my body fire up with longing. I came around the table, and she stood as I bent down.
Her lips parted under my tongue, and I held her close.
We drew apart and I looked down at her face. Her eyes were big and shiny and I wanted to kiss her again. She walked to the table.
“I should get dressed,” she whispered.
“I guess.”
She went in and changed into something smarter and I took the tray to the kitchen. I could see already how she had made little improvements to the place. I looked around, thinking how I could make myself useful in here. The window, the light, the new bulb…there were so many tiny things wrong with it, but they were all simple fixes.
“Reese,” she called
from the sitting room as I lost myself in the plans for the house and in washing the dishes in the old-fashioned basin.
“Mm?”
“I just heard from them. He’s stable. They want me to fill out forms.”
“Sure,” I said without thinking about it. “I’ll take you.”
She held me close and I stroked her back.
We went out to the car together.
I waited while Kelly talked with the doctors. From her expression I guessed that the news wasn’t good. My heart went out to her. She looked so sad and frightened.
When she had finished, she came over. “He’s still sleeping,” she said. “They have him on a drip…he was going into heart failure, they said.”
“Hell.” I blinked. “That’s bad.”
“Yeah.” She nodded. Her eyes were wet, though, and yet she wasn’t crying. I didn’t have any idea of what to say, so I said nothing. I had no experience of losing a grandparent—not any I remembered anyway. She sniffed and blinked.
“You want to stay until he’s awake?” I asked gently. She shook her head.
“I want to go home.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
It was only as I walked with her to the car that I realized I had assumed that she meant the farm. My home. I opened the door.
“Kelly?”
She didn’t reply. I shrugged and sat down inside. She reached for me and her lips pressed against mine, a sweet, slow kiss that sent fire into my loins, throbbing up to my brain.
When she drew back, her lips moist and shiny, I sighed. “What was that for?”
She laughed. “Take me home.”
I didn’t have to ask, then, whose home she meant. I put my foot on the gas and we headed off. Heading back again.
In my room, we undressed with a slowness we hadn’t experienced yesterday. Kelly seemed subdued, but, as I lifted her shirt over her head and kissed down her skin toward her lacy underwear, I realized it wasn’t a bad thing. It was nice to go slow, to savor her body.
And, I thought as I pushed her backward, it was worth waiting.
I sat beside her on the bed, gently easing the straps down her shoulders. She gasped. Her eyes were closed as I unclasped her underwear and stared at her. The nipples brown and full, her breasts white and hard like snowcapped hills, I could have stared forever.
As it was, my body had other ideas. I took one of those breasts into my mouth and sucked and she moaned, twitching as I increased the suction. My other hand cupped her right breast, then started taking down her pants. I was shivering by the time I had worked them off. I looked down at her. She was so beautiful.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. She looked at me. Her expression was solemn.
“I’m not.”
I could smell the scent of her and I bent lower, wanting to give her pleasure. She tensed and then relaxed as I gently took her clit between my teeth.
As she gasped and moaned as I drank in her juices, I felt myself start to shiver and I knew I was so ready.
She screamed when she came, and then I was undressing faster than I would have imagined, my cock thrusting into her.
I came faster than I ever had and we lay in the bed.
Later, she stirred next to me.
“Reese?”
“Mm?”
“What did you do, before you lived here?”
I tensed. I didn’t want to get into it. “Not much.” I laughed. “Yourself?”
“Well, I don’t live here,” she grinned. “But at home I’m a secretary.”
“You?”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
I laughed. My fingers gripped her shoulder gently. “I mean, you’re not secretarial.”
She snorted. Looked at me. “What’s that mean?”
I shrugged. “Dunno. Like, you’re…not like that.” I didn’t know how to explain it.
She went tense. “Not ladylike, huh?”
“No,” I said roughly. “You’re…wild. Bighearted. Adventurous. When I think of secretarial stuff, I don’t think of those things. Not really.”
She was very quiet. I thought she’d fallen asleep. When I rolled over again, I was surprised to see her blinking rapidly.
“Kells?” I asked. I had upset her. Why did I have to go saying such dumb-ass things? I cleared my throat. “What’s wrong?”
She sniffed. “It’s silly, really.” She paused, and I waited for whatever came next. “I just…no one has ever got me the way you just did.”
“I do get you,” I said impulsively. “I think somehow that you and I aren’t that different.”
She rolled onto her side. “You’re right,” she said with a sniff.
Luckily it was getting dark in there, the sun just starting to set. Or she would have seen how much those words affected me. It had been a long time since I’d thought of myself as anything but an ass.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Not at all.”
I laughed and we lay there together while the room filled with shadows and somewhere the birds started to call as they headed back to their roosts for nightfall.
She sat up. “I should go,” she said sleepily. “I want to be in town for when Grandpa needs me.”
“You’re taking a room in the hotel?” I asked. I didn’t like the thought of her being anywhere beside next door, which was silly of me. She nodded.
“I’m booked in all week.”
“Oh.” I nodded. “Let me drive you there.”
“I’ll drive,” she said softly. “I need to take my car back.”
We had our shower and then we went out to her grandpa’s farm. It felt weird, sitting down next to her. I had the idea that I maybe wouldn’t see her again and the thought made me feel sad. I wanted to see her again, I realized. She had touched me in a way no one had managed since my return here.
She has secrets. And she respects my secrets too. We are well suited.
She looked at me with those big eyes and I felt somehow like something in my heart tore a little, the edges of a wound opening again.
“Goodnight,” I said, kissing her.
“Goodnight.”
She slid out of the passenger seat and stood at the window. She didn’t move and I didn’t move. She waved after a long while and then I waved. I drove away.
I drove back to the farm with my thoughts reeling, my eyes unseeing. I was still amazed by how deeply she had affected me—how miserable it was going to be, I reflected, being home without her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kelly
I woke up the next morning in the hotel. I was stiff and tired. It had been amazing to sleep in a clean place and my body was groggy with the long, uninterrupted rest. I yawned and hauled myself out of the bathroom, feeling the sunny scene outside the window cheer me up.
Whatever happens, I know Grandpa’s safer in hospital than he would be alone.
I showered and dressed and had breakfast. Over coffee, I started to plan my day. First, I wanted to get to the hospital as close to ward round as I could. I needed to chat with the doctor or the matron and find out when Grandpa could leave the hospital. I wasn’t thinking at the moment about who was paying for all his medical care: I was one person on my own with considerable savings—if I couldn’t use some of them for Grandpa, what would I spend it for? I might even get some of it back in the unlikely event that Grandpa had functioning medical insurance.
“More coffee?”
I smiled at the waiter. “Yes, please.”
Once I’d had two coffees and some delicious breakfast, I was ready with a plan. I’d settle things at the hospital and then go tidy the farmhouse. I wanted to get it ready for Grandpa’s homecoming.
He will be coming home. And before I leave. He’ll recover.
I had to believe it.
As I drove into the town I remembered why I felt so nice. My body felt like a candy bar that had melted, and it was solely a result of my time with Reese. He is the most amazing lover.
I felt my cheeks flush. I found myself thinking a lot about him. He wasn’t just amazing in bed—he was thoughtful and that strong presence made me feel protected. I really did like him.
I reached the hospital just as Doctor Marsden finished rounds.
“Doctor,” I asked. “How’s my grandpa?”
He gave me a reassuring nod. “He’s doing much better. We can discharge him on Friday.”
“On Friday?” Today was Tuesday. That meant he was in there for four days.”
“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “We have him on diuretics—water tablets—and we need to get the fluid balance stable. We’ll need to keep him on the tablets until something can be done about his heart.”
“What needs doing?” I asked, feeling a sinking feeling.
“The ECG shows that he has a severely narrowed coronary artery,” he explained gently. “It’s reducing the heart function quite drastically. He’ll need a stent put in if he’s going to recover.”
“Oh.” I said in a small voice. I felt like the world was getting bigger and bigger, everything spiraling out and up. I held out a hand and he caught me. “Sorry,” I murmured. “Just a surprise, is all.”