Читать книгу The M.D.'s Unexpected Family - Cindy Kirk, Cindy Kirk - Страница 10
ОглавлениеAfter spending several hours at the rodeo, watching everything from father-and-son team roping to kids chasing ties on calves, Cassidy noticed Tim stifling a yawn when he thought she wasn’t looking. Reluctantly, Cassidy decided it was time to call it a night.
Still, she dragged her feet as Tim walked her up the flight of steps to the apartment over her salon in downtown Jackson. Hands down, the evening had qualified as the best of her life.
“Want to come inside for a few minutes?” Cassidy unlocked the door and opened it wide, keeping her tone casual.
Tim hesitated.
Cassidy held her breath.
“Sure,” he said after an endless moment. “I’d love to come in.”
She dropped her bag to the sofa and, out of the corner of her eye, saw him survey the tiny apartment. She knew where he lived, a big house in the Spring Gulch subdivision, just outside of Jackson. Though she’d never been inside his home, she’d attended many parties in the area and knew the opulence of the residences.
What did he see when he looked around the small two-bedroom unit she called home? The tiny rooms? The lack of amenities? When his gaze lingered on the overstuffed sofa, she wondered if he recognized it as coming from the big-box store on the edge of town.
At least he would find no fault with her housekeeping. After growing up in squalor, in dirty rooms so crowded with junk you could scarcely see the floor, Cassidy was frightfully neat. Though most of the money she made went straight back into her business, it had been important to Cassidy to create a home, not simply just have a place to sleep.
To brighten the room she’d added a variety of pillows to the sofa. Paintings, done by local artists, hung on the walls, adding additional color.
Tim rocked back on his heels. “Your place has a nice feel.”
Pleasure rippled through her at the obvious approval in his voice.
“Thank you.” Cassidy kept her tone nonchalant. “Can I get you something to drink? I have beer, wine, soda or water.”
“Water sounds good.”
In the kitchen Cassidy retrieved two tumblers from cabinets painted a cheery sunshine yellow and quickly filled them with ice and water. She returned to the living room and placed the glasses on a flat steamer trunk that doubled as a much-needed storage spot and served as a coffee table.
When Tim took a seat on the sofa, she sat beside him, though not as close as she’d have liked. Something warned her if she moved too fast, she might spook him.
Or...perhaps not. When she gazed into his eyes, there was heat smoldering, which she hadn’t expected. Still, Cassidy kept the conversation deliberately light as they talked about the high points of the evening, then about her salon and his medical practice before moving on to his daughters.
Hearing the pride in his voice, seeing the love in his eyes when he spoke of “the girls,” made Cassidy’s heart ache just a little. She had no idea who her own father was, or even if the man was still alive.
Over the years there’d been a succession of men in and out of the shack where she lived with her mother. When Cassidy had once quipped they should put in a revolving door, she’d gotten a backhand across the mouth and a bloody lip.
Not wanting to go down the same path as her mother, Cassidy had been careful in her own life. Some of the men she’d dated had the mistaken impression she was easy. That was far from the truth. Cassidy had only been with two men, both of whom she cared for and she’d been convinced they cared for her. They’d cared, but they hadn’t loved her.
She needed to be loved. Totally. Completely. And she refused to settle for less.
Nearly another hour passed before Tim stretched. “I suppose I should be heading home.”
Her heart flip-flopped but, despite his words, he remained seated.
“What’s the hurry?” She kept her tone light, her smile easy.
“It’s been a long day,” he said, then settled back and told her about twin babies he’d delivered before dawn.
“You should have said something.” At the rodeo she’d observed him yawning. Now, for the first time, she noticed the lines of fatigue edging his eyes. “We could have rescheduled.”
“Never crossed my mind.” His lips tipped upward. “I enjoyed every bit of the evening.”
“Even when the drunk cowboy stomped on your foot at the street dance?”
Tim winced. “Not that, but everything else.”
“I had a fab time, too.” She leaned forward, brushed her lips lightly against his. “Thank you for a wonderful evening and the tin star.”
She waited for him to say they’d have to do it again. Instead he cupped her face in his hands and gazed at her. In seconds the eye contact turned into something more, a tangible connection between the two of them. “You’re a wonderful woman, Cassidy Kaye.”
Then he did what she’d been hoping he’d do since he arrived at her door. He kissed her, long and slow and deep.
He tasted like the most decadent candy, and like a child who had never been given enough, she wanted more. Lots more.
So Cassidy did the only thing a woman faced with such a situation could do—she wrapped her arms around his neck and took another helping.
* * *
“I’ll definitely consider your offer.” Jewel Lucas leaned forward on the small table at the Hill of Beans coffee shop, her entire attention focused on Cassidy.
“I’m a joy to work with,” Cassidy told her. “Just ask me.”
“Modest, too.” Jewel laughed. The sunshine through the window caught the wisp of red in her auburn hair. She was a pretty woman with thick curls tumbling to her shoulders and emerald-colored eyes. In her jeans and striped summer tee, she could more easily pass for a college girl than a mother of a boy ready for middle school.
Until this morning, Cassidy’s interaction with Jewel had been confined to a smile and a brief hello if they passed each other on the street. Today, they’d bonded over chocolate-chip bagels with cream cheese and lattes made with whole milk.
Playing detective, Cassidy discovered that prior to coming to Jackson Hole to live with her grandparents, Jewel’s life had been one of turmoil. The fact that they both had mothers who cared more for their drugs and boyfriends than their daughters had been an instant bond between the two women.
When Cassidy asked Jewel if she’d like to earn extra money doing makeup for weddings and other events, Jewel had seemed genuinely intrigued. Best of all, she hadn’t said no. Not yet, anyway.
A car backfired on the street, drawing Cassidy’s gaze out the window. Her heart hitched. But as the guy drew closer, Cassidy saw the tall, broad-shouldered man wasn’t Tim. Other than being about the same height and build, the two didn’t even resemble each other.
“Earth to Cassidy.”
Cassidy turned back to find Jewel staring at her with a bemused smile over the rim of her cappuccino cup.
“You promised to tell me about Old West Days. But—” Jewel glanced at her phone and made a face at the time displayed “—you have to get back to the salon and I have to get home to the ranch. So just give me the good stuff.”
“Good stuff?”
“You’re stalling.” Jewel pointed a finger at her. “I’m talking hot cowboys with big, ah, Stetsons.”
Cassidy realized during the entire course of the evening she hadn’t seen a single hot cowboy. That was a first. “There weren’t any.”
She heard the note of stunned disbelief in her voice.
“They were there.” Jewel rolled her eyes. “You just weren’t looking. You had eyes only for the handsome doctor.”
Probably true, but this type of speculation was something Cassidy needed to nip in the bud. She carelessly waved a hand in the air. “It was an arranged thing. I guess I felt I owed Tim my full attention.”
Her tone was offhand, just as she intended. It would never do for word to get around that she was hung up on Dr. Tim Duggan. Especially with the attraction being one-sided.
“Did he ask you out again?”
The hopeful gleam in Jewel’s eyes surprised her. She wouldn’t have guessed the woman was a romantic. Cassidy decided not to hold this fact against Jewel.
“Of course not. We didn’t go on a real date. It was just a bachelor-auction payment thing.”
Jewel’s brows pulled together. “You had a good time and enjoyed each other’s company, right?”
“A second date wasn’t part of the deal.” An unexpected lump rose to Cassidy’s throat. She cleared it before continuing. “I don’t expect to hear from him again.”
“It’s only Monday.” Jewel made it sound as if a couple days of silence after a fabulous evening were no big deal. “He’s probably one of those guys who follow the three-day rule.”
As far as Cassidy was concerned, waiting three days to call someone you were interested in seeing again—just so you wouldn’t appear too eager—was incredibly juvenile. When Cassidy found herself hoping that was the reason, rather than the fact that Tim simply didn’t care, she realized Jewel wasn’t the only one with a romantic heart.
“I have to get back to work.” Suddenly edgy and more than a little irritated with herself because it did matter, Cassidy pushed back her chair and stood.
Jewel rose and they left the coffee shop together, splitting off in different directions once they reached the sidewalk.
Lost in thought, Cassidy flipped into autopilot mode and turned toward her salon.
The truth was, things couldn’t have gone better on the date. Tim had lightened up considerably under her teasing. They’d ridden the mechanical bull, eaten cotton candy and danced. He’d bought her a gift.
A tin star.
Exactly like the one she’d wanted so desperately as a child. The badge was now tucked safely into one of the pockets of her large zebra-striped bag. As she pushed open the door to the salon, Cassidy resisted the urge to take the badge out and gaze at it one more time.
“Look what came for you,” Daffodil Prentiss, one of the stylists, announced before the salon door even had a chance to close.
Cassidy came to an abrupt halt. She widened her eyes to take in the huge bouquet of Gerbera daisies taking up most of the reception desk counter. The bright, flashy colors drew her to the flowers like a moth to a flame. Her heart skipped a beat. “These are mine?”
“Your name is on the card.” With well-practiced ease, Daffy put a customer under the dryer then stepped forward.
“They’re quite lovely, don’t you think?” Kathy Randall, Cassidy’s next appointment, piped up from her seat in the waiting area. Ignoring the magazine lying open in her lap, she stared at Cassidy and the bouquet with undisguised interest.
Cassidy had no doubt word that she’d received flowers would be all over Jackson by nightfall. Kathy was extremely well connected in the community. Her son, Tripp, was the mayor of Jackson.
Reverently, Cassidy touched the edge of a hot-pink petal with the tip of one finger. No one had ever given her flowers before, not even a basket on May Day when she’d been a kid. Of course, in her neighborhood, any basket left would likely have been stolen off the porch before the recipient opened the door.
She couldn’t imagine who would have sent them. A satisfied customer? Perhaps a bride, thanking her for making her special day even more special?
“Here.” Daffy reached into the bouquet then pressed the card she’d retrieved into Cassidy’s hand. “You should read—”
The waiflike blonde with the huge blue eyes and gentle spirit appeared to reconsider what she’d been about to say.
“Or do it later.” Daffy spoke quickly, her cheeks now a deep pink. “Your two o’clock is here.”
“I don’t mind waiting,” Kathy Randall protested.
Deliberately slipping the card into her pocket, Cassidy smiled at Kathy and spoke loudly enough for everyone. “Tell me that today is the day you’re going to let me add a pretty pink streak to your hair.”
The entire salon erupted in laughter at the thought of the mayor’s proper mother going pink.
Crisis averted.
While the flowers could be from a bride or a customer, the bouquet was too perfectly chosen to have come from anyone but Tim.
* * *
Cassidy didn’t have to worry about seeing Tim at the book club meeting at Mary Karen and Travis Fisher’s home the following night. While many of the women brought their husbands or boyfriends for a meal prior to the book discussion, Tim had no reason to be in attendance.
Jayne also wasn’t part of the book club group. For Cassidy, tonight marked only her second meeting.
When Hailey Ferris, speech therapist by day, makeup artist extraordinaire by night, had approached Cassidy several months earlier about joining the group, Cassidy had been hesitant. Granted, most of the women in the group were friends. They were also doctors and lawyers or wives of doctors and lawyers.
Snooty society women. Her mother’s slurred words echoed in her head. Think they’re better than us.
But Cassidy had reminded herself that second-class was merely a state of mind. And she refused to think of herself as less than anyone else.
She’d accepted the invitation.
Last month’s book had been difficult to get through and not at all enjoyable. But the book Mary Karen Fisher had chosen for this evening, Naked in Death, by J.D. Robb, had been devoured in one evening.
Cassidy identified with the spunky Eve Dallas, who’d had a horrible childhood but had made something of herself. She liked it that Roarke, Eve’s love interest, could see beneath the detective’s brash exterior.
She only wished Tim had been equally mesmerized by her. But as she parked her car and walked to the front porch of Mary Karen’s large two-story home in the mountains surrounding Jackson, Cassidy told herself that a relationship between her and the dedicated doctor apparently wasn’t meant to be.
That was why he’d sent the flowers, thanking her for a lovely evening and wishing her only the best in the future. It had been a brush-off, a classy one but a brush-off just the same.
While initially disappointed—the empty pint of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food in the garbage was proof of that—Cassidy certainly didn’t want any man who didn’t want her. She had a lot to offer. If Tim Duggan was too nearsighted to see she was a gem, well, it was his loss.
Cassidy lifted her hand to knock only to have the door flung open before her knuckles reached the wood.
“Mo-om,” a boy about ten with thick curly blond hair and bright blue eyes bellowed in a surprisingly strong voice. “Another lady is here. This one has pink hair.”
Actually, it was only the tips that were edged in pink. Cassidy recognized the child as one of Mary Karen’s oldest set of twins. Since the boys were identical, she wasn’t sure if he was Connor or Caleb.
Mary Karen rushed into the foyer. The mother of five was a pretty, petite woman with a mass of blond curls and big blue eyes. Her husband, Travis, was a successful OB in practice with Tim. “Connor, there’s no need to yell.”
“I didn’t yell.” His jaw jutted out. “I—”
“You know, I believe I saw Finley taking a fresh batch of mozzarella sticks downstairs,” Mary Karen said, interrupting her son.
Connor’s eyes filled with alarm. “Not fair. Caleb will eat them all.”
The boy sprinted off, leaving the two women alone.
“I’m so happy you made it.” Mary Karen held out her hands to Cassidy, pulling her in for a brief hug.
“I loved the book,” Cassidy told her hostess as the two crossed the spacious foyer with the gleaming hardwood floors.
“It sure beats She’s Come Undone.” The pretty blonde made a face and they both laughed. “That one had me depressed for weeks.”
The Wally Lamb bestseller had been the previous month’s selection and Cassidy agreed with MK’s assessment. If it hadn’t been for the camaraderie among the women, Cassidy might not have returned.
That would have been a shame because this was a great group of women and Cassidy enjoyed them. The actual book discussion wasn’t even a large part of the evening. Mostly they drank wine, ate gourmet food and caught up on each other’s busy lives.
Mary Karen slipped an arm through Cassidy’s, leaned close and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. “Just FYI, Lexi and Nick are in Texas this month so I made the entrée. If it tastes hideous, pretend to like it so everyone will agree it’s fabulous. Sort of an Emperor’s-new-clothes kind of thing.”
Cassidy nodded but wasn’t sure why Mary Karen worried. Food was food, right? While Lexi’s gourmet entrées were always the talk of the book club, Cassidy was easily pleased. She’d be satisfied with ramen noodles and beer.
They reached the great room just as loud cheers of the masculine variety came from outside. Cassidy slanted a questioning glance in Mary Karen’s direction.
“The boys—oh, I’m sorry—the men are playing basketball.” The hostess gave an indulgent laugh. “Though we all know they act more like little boys when they get together.”
“Mrs. Fisher.” Finley Davis, the teenage daughter of Dr. Michelle Davis, a local OB, came up from the stairs leading down into the basement. “Is it okay if Mickey and I start a movie for some of the smaller kids?”
“Absolutely.” Mary Karen gave the girl, apparently one of several babysitters for the evening, an approving smile. “Let me show you where we keep the remote.”
As Cassidy watched MK hurry off, she recalled the “rules.” Whoever hosted the book club hired babysitters to watch the children of the attendees. Cassidy was one of the few single persons in the group. Her thoughts slipped briefly to Tim.
What would it be like to share an evening like this—one surrounded by mutual friends—with him?
“Cassidy. What are you doing here?”
For a second she thought she’d conjured up Tim’s image. She blinked once. Blinked again. Huh, still there.
Despite the “have a happy life” bouquet of flowers brush-off, she was genuinely pleased to see him. Even with sweat beading his brow and that lean, muscular body clad in gray gym shorts and a faded green T-shirt, he looked amazing.
He stared at her expectantly and she realized he’d asked a question. Frazzled, she tried to recall what it was. Oh, yes, something about not expecting to see her here. “I came for the book club. What about you?”
“Basketball.” He wiped the perspiration from his forehead with the back of his hand. “And it gives the girls a chance to play with some of their friends.”
“Esther and Ellyn are here?”
“Downstairs.” He smiled, the way he always did when mentioning his daughters. “We’ll stay for dinner then head out.”
“Thanks again for the flowers.” Cassidy decided she might as well get the niceties out of the way. She’d called last night to thank him personally, but had been forced to leave a message when she’d reached his voice mail. “They were beautiful.”
“I had a great time.” He rocked back on his sneakers, looking suddenly uncomfortable. “I’d have suggested we see each other again but—”
“Hey, it was a one-night thing.” Cassidy waved a hand. “It—”
“One-night thing.” Dr. Travis Fisher appeared out of nowhere, as if conjured up by a magician’s wand.
A tall, lanky man with sandy-colored hair, Travis always held a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Despite being a father of five and a respected doctor in the largest OB practice in the region, Travis had a playful, approachable side that Cassidy found refreshing in someone so prominent.
Travis crossed his arms, looking decidedly un-doctor-like in his sweaty gym clothes. His gaze slid expectantly from Tim to her. “Details are necessary for absolution. Confess to Father Travis, my children.”
Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Sorry to disappoint, Father Travis. Tim and I simply attended Old West Days together. A bachelor-auction date, hence the one-night-thing.”
“I heard you’d purchased my partner.” Travis’s lips turned down in mock sorrow as he glanced from her to Tim and back again. “Perhaps next year, you’ll do better with your money.”
