A Love Beyond Words. Sherryl Woods

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Название A Love Beyond Words
Автор произведения Sherryl Woods
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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couldn’t see what was happening, it was as if she had suddenly lost yet another of her senses—her sight. She wasn’t sure she could bear it if the inky darkness that was her world right now was permanent.

      Frantic, Allie again shouted for help, or thought she did. In that great vacuum of silence in which she lived, she had no idea if anyone could hear her and was responding. She didn’t even know if anyone was searching the area for casualties or whether the worst of the storm had passed or was still raging overheard.

      She had no idea if the dampness on her cheeks was rain, blood or tears. On the chance that it was the latter, she scolded herself.

      “Stay calm,” she ordered. “Hysteria won’t accomplish a thing.”

      Though, she conceded, it might feel good to give in to a good bout of tears and rage about now.

      That wasn’t her style, though. She hadn’t valued or even tested her own strength before she’d lost her hearing. At nineteen she had cared more that she was pretty and popular, that her college studies in music education came easily. Then, in an instant, none of that had mattered anymore. She had been faced with living her life in total silence and she had been terrified. What would she do if she couldn’t share her love of music with others? Who would she be if she couldn’t perform in the occasional concert with the local symphony as she had since her violin teacher had won an audition for her when she was only fourteen?

      For a time Allie had quit college and withdrawn into herself. Once gregarious, she had sought isolation, telling herself it was better to be truly alone than to be in a room filled with people and feel utterly cut off from them. Her parents had hovered, distraught, taking the blame for something over which they’d had no control.

      Then one day Allie had taken a good, hard look at her future and realized that she didn’t want to live that way, that in fact she wasn’t living at all. Her faith had taught her that God never closed one door without opening another. And so, she had gone in search of that door.

      Not only had she learned sign language, she had studied how to teach it to others. She might have lost something precious when the raging infection had stolen her hearing, but she had gained more. Today she had a career that was full and rewarding, a chance to smooth the way for others facing what she had once faced. The hearing-impaired children she worked with were a challenge and an inspiration.

      The strength it had taken to view tragedy as an opportunity would get her through this, too. She just had to ignore the pain, the nearly paralyzing blanket of darkness, and stay focused on survival.

      “Think, Allison,” she instructed herself, calmer now.

      Unfortunately, thinking didn’t seem to be getting the job done. Determined to make her way to safety, she tried to maneuver one of the smaller chunks of debris on top of her, only to realize that the action was causing everything to shift in an unpredictable, potentially deadly way.

      This time when the tears came, there was no mistaking them. They came in tandem with the pain and fear.

      “I am not going to die like this,” she said, then repeated it. She thought it was probably just as well that she couldn’t hear the quaver she could feel in her voice. “Just wait, Allie. Someone will come. Be patient.”

      Of course, patience was not a virtue with which she was very well acquainted. Once she had accepted her hearing loss, she had moved ahead with learning sign language and lip reading at an obsessive pace. She seized everything in life in the same way, aware of just how quickly things could change, of how a sudden twist of fate could alter a person’s entire vision of the future.

      Now, just as it had been when the doctors had been unable to battle the infection that had cost her her hearing, it appeared her fate was in someone else’s hands. She could only pray that whoever it was would hurry up.

      “Come on, Enrique,” Tom Harris taunted. “Let’s see those cards. I could use the down payment on a new car.”

      “In your dreams,” Ricky retorted, spreading his full house on the bench between them.

      The other firefighters had gathered around to watch the high-stakes, winner-take-all hand between two men who were intense rivals for everything from women to poker winnings in their spare time, but dedicated partners when it came to rescue operations. Ricky’s grin spread as Tom’s face fell.

      “Come on, baby. Show ’em to me,” he said, tapping the bench. “Put those cards right down here where everyone can see.”

      Tom spread three aces on the bench, then sighed heavily. Just as Ricky was about to seize the cash, Tom clucked disapprovingly.

      “Not so fast, my man. This little devil here must have slipped my mind.” He dropped another ace on top of the other three, then grabbed the pot. “Come to Daddy.”

      The other firefighters on the search and rescue team hooted at Ricky’s crestfallen expression.

      “Next time, amigo,” Ricky said good-naturedly.

      There would always be a next time with Tom. About the only thing Tom liked better than playing cards was chasing women. He considered himself an expert at both pursuits, though even he grudgingly admitted that Ricky was the one with a real knack for charming any female between the ages of eight and eighty.

      “You may be lucky at cards, but I am lucky at love,” Ricky boasted.

      “It’s those dark eyes and that hot Latino blood,” Tom replied without rancor. “How can I compete with that?”

      “You can’t, so give it up,” Ricky retorted, as always. “You can’t match my dimples, either. My sisters assure me they’re irresistible.”

      “Your sisters aren’t exactly unbiased. Besides, they have spoiled their baby brother shamelessly,” Tom retorted. “It’s no wonder you’ve never married. Why should you when you have four women in your life who wait on you hand and foot? I’m amazed their husbands permit it.”

      “Their husbands knew I was part of the bargain when I allowed them to date my sisters,” Ricky said. “And there are five women, not four. You’re forgetting my mother.”

      “Saints forgive me, yes. Mama Wilder, who comes from the old school in Cuba where the husband is king and the son is prince. She’s definitely had a part in shaping you into a scoundrel.”

      Ricky grinned. “I dare you to tell her that.”

      Tom turned pale. “Not a chance. Last time I offended her precious son, she chased me with a meat cleaver.”

      “It was a butter knife,” Ricky said with a shake of his head at the exaggeration. His mother might be a passionate defender of her offspring, but she wasn’t crazy. Besides, she considered Tom to be a second son, which she felt gave her free rein to nag him as enthusiastically as she did Ricky or his sisters. She was still lecturing Tom about his divorce, though it had been final for three years now. If it had been up to her and her meddling, he would have been back with his wife long ago.

      “Hey, guys, cut the foolishness,” their lieutenant shouted, his expression somber as he hung up the phone. “We’ve got to roll. There’s a report of houses down.”

      “Casualties?” Ricky asked, already moving toward his gear.

      “No word, but it’s the middle of the night. Some people might have gone to shelters, but outside the flood zones where evacuations were required, most stayed home to protect their belongings. Worst-case scenario? We could have dozens of families whose ceilings came crashing down on top of them as they slept. Clearly the construction in that part of town was no match for Mother Nature.”

      “Multiple houses?” Ricky asked. “I thought we’d lucked out. I thought this sucker had all but ended. Was it the hurricane or a tornado spawned by the storm?”

      “No confirmation on that. Either way, it’s trouble,” the lieutenant said.

      Within seconds the trucks were on the road, traveling