Читать книгу Rescuing the Cowboy - Cathy McDavid, Cathy Mcdavid - Страница 10
ОглавлениеSummer struggled to concentrate. Quinn was due any minute. He hadn’t sounded enthused when she called earlier offering him the open appointment, but surely he’d show up. Finding his daughter was too important to him.
“What’s with you today?” Her coworker Alicia plopped a stack of papers on her desk. In the years Summer had been employed with the small law firm, paralegals had come and gone. Alicia was one of the best.
“Nothing.” Summer gave the stack a passing glance. They’d talked earlier about the copies and packages needing to be mailed before the end of the day.
“Could have fooled me. You’ve been on edge all afternoon. Is Teddy okay?”
“He’s great. Improving every day and talking more and more.”
Most important, there’d been no outbursts for almost a week, which had to be a record. She didn’t count the battle they’d engaged in this morning over which shorts to wear or the one yesterday over lunch—she’d run out of peanut butter, an earth-shattering disaster. Those types of battles were par for the course as far as Summer was concerned. A regular part of their daily routine.
“Then what is it?” Alicia asked. She understood a lot of what Summer had to deal with. Alicia cared for her ailing grandfather, whose senility continually worsened.
“Just a lot going on.” Summer patted the stack. “I’d better get started on these.”
A few minutes later, she gave a nervous start when the door to the office opened and Quinn strode in. He removed his hat with one hand, stopped when he spotted her behind the desk and nodded.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” She stood, automatically brushing the front of her slacks, though not a speck of lint dotted them. “Have a seat. I’ll let Martin know you’re here.” She returned to her computer and opened a messaging window, sending her boss a quick alert. Seconds later, he responded. She read it out loud. “He’ll be a few minutes.”
“Thanks.” Quinn picked one of the five empty visitor chairs in which to wait. He was their last appointment for the day.
Summer came out from behind her desk. “Can I get you a bottle of water or some coffee?”
“Water would be great, if you don’t mind.” He rested his cowboy hat on his lap, unable to look more uncomfortable if he tried.
She hurried to a nearby multipurpose room where a refrigerator was stored. It held a variety of beverages exclusively for clients. She grabbed the closest bottled water, decided it wasn’t cold enough, replaced it and chose one farther back on the shelf.
“Seriously?” she asked herself as she took the cold bottle anyway. On the way back she nearly collided with Alicia. “Oops. Excuse me.”
“Whoa, girl. Slow down. It’s not as if he’s going to spontaneously disappear on you.”
“What? No. Don’t be silly.”
“Right.” Alicia laughed, a full, rich sound. “And your all-fire hurry has nothing to do with that fine-looking man in the reception area and how you went into spasms the second he arrived.”
“Spasms? I think I’m insulted.” And impatient.
“Go on. Get outta here. I’ll answer the phone if it rings.”
“Humph.” Summer, not nearly as put out as she pretended to be, pursed her lips and slipped past Alicia. By the time she reached Quinn in the waiting area, she wore a smile. “Here you go.” Handing him the bottle—the cold bottle—she returned to her desk, which afforded her a nice, unobstructed view of him.
Checking her computer screen to make sure Martin hadn’t contacted her during her short absence, she attacked the stack of documents Alicia had left on her desk.
“Thanks again for setting this up, Summer.”
Hearing Quinn’s voice, she glanced up. “Glad to do it.”
“How’s Teddy?”
“Good. He’s in after-school daycare. I can’t always coerce him into going. Today I got lucky. You may see him this evening. He has his equine therapy class. He hasn’t actually ridden yet. Won’t let anyone help him up into the saddle or put the harness on him. But he loves to pet and groom the horses and lead them around.” She didn’t add that Quinn might see her, too. She usually accompanied Teddy.
“I’ll be sure to look for him.”
“How’s the new job going?” She should be working. Hadn’t she promised Alicia the packages would be ready before five?
“I’m learning the ropes,” he said. “Slowly but surely.”
“Do you like it? That’s the important part.”
“Yeah. I do.”
Quinn shifted nervously, his right boot softly tapping the floor. He didn’t look as though he’d spent a lot of hours in offices. Or, she suddenly realized, the hours he’d spent in them had been difficult to endure. Nothing fun about conferring with your defense attorney and fighting for your freedom.
“Cara’s lucky to have you. You arrived in Mustang Valley at the perfect time.”
“I did.”
She’d meant that Cara needed assistance because the demands of her personal life had increased. The thoughtful quality in Quinn’s tone implied something entirely different. She was even more curious about him than before.
Martin stepped in from the hall. “Mr. Crenshaw. It’s nice to meet you.”
Quinn stood. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
The two men shook hands, and Martin invited Quinn into his office.
With nothing more to distract her, Summer quickly finished assembling the packages and then updated Martin’s court calendar. She was more than a receptionist for the modest practice. In addition to managing the office, she handled all the billing and accounting. Martin was generous, allowing her to occasionally work from home by logging into her office computer remotely.
At about four forty-five, the office door abruptly opened. Summer stood at the lateral file and, hearing the sound, turned. Her heart immediately dropped to her knees.
“Hal. What are you doing here?” Her ex-husband was the last person she’d expected to see.
“I need to talk to you. It’s about Teddy.”
“You couldn’t have just called me at home? You needed to ambush me at work?”
“This isn’t an ambush.”
Yet that was how it felt to Summer. He liked having the advantage, which taking her by surprise gave him, and frequently pulled stunts like this.
“You’ll have to wait until I’m done.” She turned her back on him, ready to resume her search for the files while also sending him a clear message.
“Dennis called me the other day.”
The manager of the market? “Why would I care about that?”
“Because he told me Teddy had a tantrum and upset some of his customers.”
Summer didn’t take kindly to Hal’s use of the word tantrum. And were the two women really that upset? She refrained from commenting for the moment and walked to her desk. “I left the store right away. It’s not as if I enjoy making a scene.”
“That’s the point, Summer. According to Dennis, Teddy’s had a bunch of tantrums in the market.”
“A bunch? There’s been maybe three.”
“And how many has he had in other places you haven’t told me about?”
“Outbursts are part of his disorder. You know that.”
“Seems to me, he’s been having more and more lately.”
“That’s not true.” Summer’s defenses instantly rose and, rather than insist he leave, she continued to engage him. A tiny voice warned her that was just what he wanted. “Teddy’s been better behaved at home and the learning center than ever.”
“Apparently not in public.” Hal stood his ground. He was a handsome man, when he wasn’t scowling. At the moment he stared at her with glinting eyes and a jutting jaw.
“Dr. Hamilton says Teddy’s outbursts can be his way of exerting his independence or his frustration at communicating and not being understood.”
“I’m not buying one bit of that.”
“Right. Because you’re such an authority on autism.” Anger flared inside her. Hal could ignite it with a single remark. “You see Teddy barely more than a few hours a month. You’re in no position to lecture me.”
“It’s just like you to overreact.”
“Is that what I’m doing? You’ve refused to go with me to Teddy’s doctor appointments or family counseling sessions for the last four years. You’ve never read even one of the books I bought.”
“I’ve read plenty of books, Summer,” he said with scorn.
“Ones Loren bought? Is she behind your sudden interest in Teddy?”
It was unfair of her to blame Hal’s new wife, but ever since the two of them got married, Loren had been pushing him to take more of an interest in Teddy. They were trying to adopt, and it looked good on their application. Right thing, wrong reason, which was what bothered Summer. If not, she’d welcome Hal’s and even Loren’s interest in her son.
“Leave her out of this,” he said, his voice increasing in volume. “And you need to start shopping someplace other than the market where everyone in town goes.”
Where his buddy the manager worked, she almost spat out. Instead, she said, “I don’t always have time to drive into Scottsdale for a few items.”
“Obviously something about the market triggers Teddy’s tantrums.”
Summer had reached her boiling point. “You need to go, Hal. Now.”
Alicia emerged from around the corner, a stern expression on her face. She knew Hal, having met him once before. “What’s going on here?”
“Hal was just leaving.” Summer would rather not involve her coworker in her personal problems.
He sent her a dangerous look.
“Okay.” Alicia reluctantly retreated.
Summer had the feeling her coworker wouldn’t go far. “I wasn’t kidding, Hal.” She struggled to calm her anxious breathing. “Leave now. I won’t risk my job because of you.”
“We aren’t done with this.”
At the sound of footsteps, they both spun to see Quinn appear, his hat still held his hand. He stopped and locked eyes with Hal for a full three seconds before turning to Summer.
“You all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Quinn moved toward her, his stance protective.
“Who’s this?” Hal demanded.
Summer would have put him off. Unfortunately, Quinn stepped forward before she could insist Hal get out now.
“I’m Quinn Crenshaw. And you are?”
“None of your damn business.” Hal’s gaze left Quinn only to return, recognition visibly dawning in his eyes. “You the Dempseys’ ex-con cousin?”
“Hal!” Summer was aghast. He could be incredibly rude at times.
Quinn didn’t flinch or blink or move a single muscle except to talk. “I am Josh and Cole’s cousin.”
Hal’s stare intensified. “They hired you to work at the therapy program.”
Dennis, the market manager, must have told Hal. He gleaned a lot of local information, intentionally or unintentionally, by waiting on customers.
“They did,” Quinn confirmed.
Hal advanced. “You don’t go near my son, you hear me? You do, and I’ll call the police.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.” Summer couldn’t believe him. “What’s the matter with you?”
“He’s a criminal.”
“He was found innocent!”
Not only did Alicia return, Martin accompanied her. Being in his early sixties made no difference. He stood up to Hal like a man many years younger.
“Unless you have business with me or this firm, I suggest you vacate the premises immediately. I won’t tolerate anyone harassing my employees or my clients.”
“If I hear that guy’s come within a mile of Teddy, you and I are going to be revisiting our custody agreement.” Tossing Quinn one last look, Hal stormed out.
“I’m so, so sorry.” Summer’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and she held back tears. “I had no idea.”
“It’s all right,” Martin said.
She swore she could hear a silent Just don’t let it happen again tagged on the end. She didn’t blame her boss. Hal’s disruption was completely unprofessional. In the morning, at home, she’d call her personal attorney, who’d send a warning to Hal through his attorney.
Why did this have to happen now, in front of Quinn?
“Let me know if you need anything.” Quinn touched her shoulder before thanking Martin for his help and leaving.
The gesture itself was subtle yet powerful. It was also kind and delivered when Summer most needed it. She’d remember the feel of Quinn’s hand for a long time.
She quickly finished her work for the day and left a few minutes before five in order to reach the mailbox on the first floor before the final pickup.
In the parking lot, she walked to the row where her car was parked—and received her second shock in the last half hour. Quinn’s truck was parked in the neighboring spot, and he leaned against the hood, his arms folded over his chest.
* * *
SUMMER CAME TO a halt, a mixture of emotions coursing through her. She was glad to see Quinn. She’d also rather have avoided him after the scene with Hal and the threats he’d made.
Was Hal still in the parking lot, watching her from a distance?
“What are you doing here?” she asked Quinn.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He pushed off his truck and came toward her, looking heart-stoppingly gorgeous with his confident stride and cowboy hat pulled low.
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
She moved her oversize purse from one shoulder to the other in a vain attempt to shield herself from the force of his potent appeal.
“You sure? You look angry, and I’m thinking it’s not just at Hal but me, too.”
“No, no. What happened isn’t your fault. It’s entirely his. He shouldn’t have said what he did.”
“Do you think he’s serious? Will he revisit your custody agreement?”
“I don’t know what’s to revisit. Technically we have joint custody, though he hasn’t taken Teddy for more than a couple of hours at a time in, well, years.” She had to stop and mentally count how many. “I can’t believe he wants full custody, and I can’t imagine he’d get it. I’m not an unfit parent.”
“You’re the furthest thing from an unfit parent there is.”
“Thank you.” She glanced away, searching for Hal’s car, then back at Quinn. “But just in case Hal is serious and means to make trouble for me...”
“Right. I should go.”
Summer instantly felt bad. “Wait. That’s not what I meant.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He reached for the door handle on his truck.
“Quinn. Please.” She scrubbed her cheek with her free hand. “Hal can be difficult. And he was completely out of line. He had no business coming to my work and no right to insult you.”
“He loves his son. I get it.”
“He did love Teddy. Once.” Summer grimaced. “That wasn’t fair. But Hal’s feelings for Teddy have changed since the diagnosis. I can’t trust him. Not when I believe he’s simply trying to look good for the adoption agency. He and his wife recently applied.” She groaned. “That wasn’t fair, either.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
She laughed softly. “Maybe you should. I’m not always as nice as people think I am.”
“You have a dark side.” One corner of Quinn’s mouth curved up in the beginnings of a sexy grin. “I’m intrigued.”
He wasn’t alone.
Summer held in a sigh. He probably had no idea how often kindness and compassion peeked out from behind the rough-around-the-edges demeanor he diligently maintained.
She’d have to watch herself closely if she hoped to guard her heart.
“How’d you get to be so nice?” she asked.
“I’m not nice. Not all the time.”
She smiled. “Ah. You’re like me. You have a dark side.”
“I don’t think there was ever a doubt. I did spend the last couple years in prison.”
“But you’re innocent.”
“My temper landed me there. And don’t say I was justified,” he interrupted when she started to speak. “I could have handled the situation differently and chose not to.”
How many people did Summer know who blamed anyone or anything besides themselves for something entirely their fault? It took a lot of courage and strength of character to admit one’s mistakes. Yet another reason to like Quinn.
“You didn’t answer my question. From what I’ve heard, prison isn’t the kind of place that brings out the best in a person.” She discreetly wiped at the perspiration forming on her brow.
Apparently not that discreetly for he said, “It’s hot out here. You want to go somewhere with air-conditioning? A coffee shop or a fast food place?”
She appreciated that he didn’t offer to take her to happy hour at the closest bar. “I can’t. I have to pick up Teddy. His after-school program ends at six sharp. No being late.”
“Then you’d better get a move on.”
“I will. As soon as you tell me. Why aren’t you angry and bitter and resentful and mean? Most people would be in your circumstances.”
Removing a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket, he slipped them on. She missed being able to stare into his eyes and watch the subtle play of emotions. Quinn said a whole lot without uttering a word.
Funny, he reminded her of Teddy in that regard.
“My father taught me everything I know,” Quinn finally said.
“About rodeoing?”
“Yes, and more. He competed for a while and did pretty good. Hundreds of bull rides, maybe thousands, and he never got seriously hurt. Some broken bones, of course, and a few trips to the emergency room. It goes with the territory. But nothing that ever laid him up for long. Ten months after he retired and went to work for a construction company, he was hit by a delivery truck at the job site and thrown fifteen feet onto solid concrete. I was seven at the time, but I remember everything. The weeks in the hospital. The months of physical therapy. Endless trips to the doctor. He was never the same afterward, and neither were we.”
“I’m so sorry.” Summer wondered if he’d put on his sunglasses to hide his pain.
“Traumatic brain injury. It’s a term that covers a lot. People assumed he was crippled from the accident. Actually, the part of his brain controlling movement was affected. It sends the wrong signals to his limbs. Twenty-six years later and he still can’t read for more than a few minutes before the words become a jumble. About once a month he’ll disappear into his room for two days with a migraine no amount of medication can alleviate.”
“Wow. That must be hard. For him and your whole family.” Another reason for his acceptance of Teddy.
“My father’s the same good, gentle person he always was. Funny. Easygoing. He’d give anyone the shirt off his back. Even strangers.”
“He sounds like a wonderful man.”
“People aren’t always nice, kids especially, and they teased him unmercifully. I suppose it’s to be expected. What I can’t understand and never will is why adults tease him, too. The same people he’d lend the shirt off his back mimic his limp or halting speech when he’s not looking. Sometimes they do it when he’s looking, then slap him on the back or jab him in the ribs as if that makes it okay.”
“Bullies come in all ages.” Summer was well aware of that sad fact. And Teddy wasn’t always the target. She received her share of cruel comments and dirty looks.
“I grew up tough and with a bad temper that took very little to trigger,” Quinn said.
“It would be hard not to develop a temper after what you’ve been through.”
“Prison wasn’t the first time I spent behind bars. I’ve been in jail more than once, and not for unpaid traffic tickets.”
If he intended to shock Summer, he hadn’t. “For minor infractions, I’m sure.”
“Fighting isn’t minor. Neither is drunk and disorderly.”
He didn’t have to add that a previous record hadn’t served him well at his trial.
“I haven’t had a drink since my arrest. Personal choice. I’ve been given a second chance, and I don’t intend to blow it. I may not get another one.”
“A good philosophy to have. I couldn’t agree with you more.”
“My parents had every right to be angry with me and disappointed and ashamed. Only they weren’t. My father told me once during a visit that what mattered most was the kind of man I became, not the man I was. I remember those words every day.”
“He’s a wise man, and you’re wise to have heeded him.”
Quinn shrugged. “You’re never too old to learn, I guess. Or, in my case, too stubborn.”
Summer’s phone beeped, her reminder that she had thirty minutes to pick up Teddy. Setting an automatic daily alarm helped keep her on track when she got busy.
She swiped her phone screen, silencing the alarm. “I have to go.” The learning center was a twenty-minute drive. She had just enough time to make it, barring any traffic jams. “Will I see you later at the riding arena?”
Convinced he was about to say no, he surprised her by nodding. “You will.”
She stifled the impulse to hug him.
Parting, Quinn got into his truck and Summer her car. He waited while she backed out of her parking space. She gave him a little wave before pulling ahead.
