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Chapter Five

“Sure.” The husky rumble of Lucas’s voice scraped away another layer from her defenses. “I appreciate it.”

No problem.

Erin wanted to say the words but they got stuck in her throat. She was all too aware of Lucas as he followed her into the kitchen.

He let out a low whistle. “Max must have slept a long time.”

“What makes you say that?”

One eyebrow lifted. “The ten dozen Christmas cookies on your counter?”

“It’s only five dozen.” Erin reached for a clean coffee mug in the dish drainer. “And Max wasn’t sleeping. He helped me.”

“Max helped you?” Lucas repeated in disbelief.

“Technically, we divided the work. I baked the cookies and Max decorated them.”

Lucas’s lips twitched. “I guess the three-eyed snowmen should have given it away.”

Erin filled the mug, trying to keep her wits about her. Which wasn’t easy with Lucas three feet away. Close enough for her to breathe in the scent of leather, crisp mountain air and the hint of soap that was uniquely his.

You can do this. Just pretend you’re at the café and he’s a customer, remember? “Do you take cream or sugar?”

“Just black.”

So far, so good. “How did it go out at the McKinney place?”

Instead of taking a drink, Lucas folded his hands around the steaming mug, as if trying to absorb its warmth. “Ten stitches.”

“Ouch.” Erin winced.

“Don’t feel too bad for the steer,” Lucas said drily. “He only ended up with six of them.”

“Then who…” For the first time, Erin noticed the gauze bandage peeking out from the cuff of Lucas’s sleeve. “You got the other four?”

“That’s why I’m late. Arabella called my cell when I was on my way back and I happened to mention the injury. I’ll know better next time. Jonathan Turner was waiting in the driveway when I got back to the clinic,” Lucas said, his expression rueful. “I heard she was dating a doctor but I didn’t think I’d meet the guy while he was stitching up my hand.”

“What happened?” Erin was almost afraid to ask.

“Apparently he didn’t like my bedside manner—the steer, not Mr. McKinney.” Lucas shrugged. “It comes with the job, you know.”

“I’ll have to take your word for that.”

An awkward silence filled the space between them. Was Lucas remembering how she’d once dreamed of being a veterinarian?

Their eyes met across the table and Lucas set the cup down.

“I should go. Thanks again for keeping an eye on Max.”

Just like that.

Erin’s throat tightened. Apparently Lucas found it no more difficult to walk away from her now than he had all those years ago. Further proof that his feelings hadn’t been as deep as hers.

You weren’t enough to keep him here…

Vincent’s mocking words cycled through her mind and she turned away so Lucas wouldn’t see her expression. In her heart of hearts, Erin might wish for Lucas to still feel something for her, but she didn’t want it to be pity.

Poor Erin Fields. Still hung up on her first crush.

She needed to pray that God would help her let go of the past, too.

“I’ll pack up some cookies for you to take home.” Erin reached for a decorative tin on the second shelf and began to pack it with three-eyed snowmen and pink reindeer, hoping Lucas wouldn’t notice that her hands were shaking.

Which wouldn’t have been as obvious if he’d remained sitting at the table. But no. He got up, closed the distance between them in two short strides and began to help.

“You’ve got green and red sprinkles in your hair.”

“Christmas decorations,” Erin shot back, a little surprised that she could do polite and funny. “I get a little carried away.”

Lucas, however, didn’t appear amused. His eyes narrowed, searching her face as if he were looking for something. Or someone.

What did he see when he looked at her? The girl he’d claimed to have loved? Or one more mistake he’d made?

The air emptied out of Erin’s lungs as his fingers brushed against her hair. “Erin—”

Whatever he’d been about to say was lost in the high-pitched scream that pierced the air.

Not again.

Not now.

Lucas sprinted down the hall, vaguely aware that Erin was right behind him, already apologizing for something he knew wasn’t her fault.

He should have warned her this could happen, but he hadn’t anticipated being gone so long. And the truth was, he never knew when a dark memory would emerge and trigger another one of Max’s episodes.

The social worker had encouraged Lucas to give Max time to adjust to all the changes in his life. He’d gone through a lot for someone of his tender age, but he didn’t have the ability to process what had happened. Reality and imagination had a way of becoming tangled. The result was a waking nightmare for Max and a sleepless night for Lucas.

He rounded the corner and spotted Max bolt upright on the sofa, his small body rigid with terror, eyes wide and riveted on some unseen threat.

Erin’s soft gasp punctuated the air and Lucas remembered how he’d felt the first time he’d seen Max like this. The way he still felt when he saw Max like this.

He glanced at Erin to gauge her reaction. To his astonishment, she didn’t rush over, pick Max up and rattle off a bunch of questions that he couldn’t answer. She stopped in the center of the room, as if she trusted that Lucas knew what to do.

Yeah, right.

When it came to stuff like this, Lucas would have loved to defer to an expert. Unfortunately, there was never one around when you needed one. Max was stuck with a guy who knew more about four-year-old horses than four-year-old boys.

He lowered himself onto the sofa next to Max as casually as if they were going to watch Monday-night football.

“Hey, buddy.” Lucas didn’t expect a response. He’d learned that words couldn’t penetrate the invisible wall that separated them, but talking to Max made him feel better.

He slanted a quick look at Erin. She was watching them but her lips moved in a silent plea.

This was the second time he’d caught her praying. Erin’s faith had been strong as a teenager and it looked as if she’d held on to it over the years.

That made one of them.

Lucas felt a stab of envy that a close relationship with God had always seemed to come so naturally to her. Over the past few months, when he’d tried to get Max to safety, there’d been times he had wanted to call on God but figured he no longer had the right. He’d made a decision a long time ago to make his own way—it seemed a little hypocritical to ask for help when things got tough. Still, it was comforting to think that God might intervene on Max’s behalf because Erin was the one doing the asking.

Ignoring the dull ache from the stitches in his arm, Lucas carefully drew Max against his chest and waited. The only sound in the room came from the crackle and spit of the logs in the fireplace.

As if Max were a frozen statue coming back to life, Lucas gradually felt the thin shoulders relax. The rapid drumbeat of his heart began to even out.

“Lucas?” Max whimpered.

“I’m right here, buddy.”

“It’s dark.”

The fireplace cast plenty of light, but Lucas didn’t argue. He wasn’t sure if Max had always been afraid of the dark or if it had something to do with the fact that when Lucas found him, he’d been locked in a windowless room not much bigger than a closet.

Erin moved across the room, and Lucas assumed she was going to turn on another light. Instead, she reached down and plugged in the Christmas tree. Hundreds of tiny lights, in a rainbow of colors, began to wink in the branches.

Max hooked two fingers in his cheek and settled against Lucas’s shoulder, his gaze focused on the lights rather than the dark memory that had held him captive in its grip.

“Something sure smells good, Erin.” Lucas sniffed the air appreciatively. “Like…cookies?”

Erin caught on immediately. “That’s right. Gingerbread,” she said, her light tone matching his.

Max looked up at him. “Me and Erin maked ’em.”

Lucas felt the knot in his chest loosen. “I’ll bet they’re delicious.”

“I ate a tree with sprinkles,” Max informed him. “Erin eats the frostin’ with a spoon.”

“Is that so?” Lucas bit back a smile as color bloomed in Erin’s cheeks.

“Someone has to taste test it.” The concern in her eyes remained, but she reached out and playfully tweaked Max’s toes. “You can take some cookies home for your grandma and Aunt Mei. How about that?”

“An’ Jamie an’ Julie an’ Jessie?” Fear dissipated like a morning mist, unveiling a familiar sparkle in Max’s eyes.

“Ahh.” Erin looked at him in understanding. “He met Arabella’s triplets.”

“Yesterday.” Lucas winced at the memory.

For an entire week after his arrival, settling Max in and working out the details of his new job had been handy excuses to avoid his extended family.

He’d gotten good at dodging them until Mei cornered him in their mother’s kitchen with a message from his cousin, Arabella Michaels. It was time he “make the rounds” and introduce Max to his new family.

Starting with her.

Lucas had braced himself for that first official reunion with a member of his extended family, anticipating anything from awkward silence to outright hostility that he’d returned to Clayton so close to the deadline.

Instead, Lucas had been shocked by the warm welcome he’d received. Something had changed in his family but he wasn’t sure what it was. And probably wouldn’t be around long enough to find out…

“They’re sweet little girls,” Erin was saying.

“They’re trouble in triplicate,” Lucas muttered. “They were playing ‘wedding.’ If I hadn’t stepped in, they would have painted Max’s fingernails pink.”

Erin’s lips curved into a smile. “I’m not surprised, with Jasmine and Cade’s wedding coming up in a few weeks.”

“Mei mentioned they were getting married on Christmas Eve.”

She nodded. “Everyone has been chipping in to help. Kylie Jones has been acting as Jasmine’s unofficial wedding planner, and Vivienne is planning the menu for the reception. Arabella is baking the cake and Zach is going to walk her down the aisle.”

Lucas was stunned into silence—and not only because Erin knew more about what was going in his cousins’ lives than he did.

“You don’t approve?”

“I guess I’m surprised they do,” he admitted. “Nothing against Jasmine or Cade, but they just graduated from high school last spring. They’re pretty young to tie themselves down like that. They have their whole future ahead of them.”

He saw Erin’s expression change and wished he could take back the words.

But it was too late.

Jasmine and Cade weren’t much older than they’d been the night Lucas had shown up at her door and proposed. No candlelight or flowers. Not even a ring.

Erin had deserved better than what he’d offered the night he left town.

She still did.

Erin tried not to let Lucas see how his comment had affected her.

If she’d ever wondered if he’d regretted leaving her behind, she didn’t have to wonder anymore.

Once he’d crossed the Colorado state line, he’d probably turned a few cartwheels, relieved that he didn’t have anyone “tying him down.”

She turned her attention back to Max, who had been listening to their exchange with wide-eyed fascination, and tapped a finger against the tip of his nose. If Lucas could pretend everything was fine, so could she.

“How about I make sure you have enough cookies for the whole family?”

“Okay.” Max reached for a wooden camel on the coffee table and held it up in front of Lucas. “This one’s Bob.”

“Bob, huh? That’s a good name.” Lucas kept a straight face as he examined the carving.

Erin watched the exchange, still not exactly sure what had happened.

When she’d heard Max scream, she assumed that he had rolled off the sofa in his sleep. But Lucas had brushed aside her apology, as if he’d known something else had happened.

Erin’s stomach had dropped to her feet when she’d seen Max sitting on the sofa, the color stripped from his rosy cheeks and his pupils dilated with fear. She’d seen wounded animals in that condition but never a child.