Virgin River. Робин Карр

you just wanted me to babysit,” she said.

      “You came here to work, didn’t you?”

      “You said you didn’t want me,” she pointed out to him.

      “You said you didn’t want us, either, but here we are. Let’s see what you got.” He shrugged on his jacket and picked up his bag. Then jutted his chin toward her, lifted his eyebrows as if to say, Well?

      “Do you have appointments today?”

      “I only make appointments on Wednesdays—the rest are walk-ins. Or call-outs, like this one.”

      “I wouldn’t even know what to charge,” she argued.

      “Neither do I,” he said. “Hardly matters—these people aren’t made of money and damn few have insurance. Just make sure you keep good records and I’ll work it out. It’s probably beyond you, anyway. You don’t look all that bright.”

      “You know,” she said, “I’ve worked with some legendary assholes, but you’re competing for first place here.”

      “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said gruffly.

      “That figures,” she answered tiredly. “Incidentally, the night was fine.”

      No comment from the old goat. He started for the door and on his way out, grabbed a cane. “Are you limping?” Mel asked him.

      “Arthritis,” he said. He dug an antacid out of his pocket and popped it in his mouth. “And heartburn. Got any more questions?”

      “God, no!”

      “Good.”

      Mel got a bottle ready and while it was in the microwave, she went upstairs to dress. By the time that was accomplished, the baby started to stir. She changed her and picked her up and found herself saying, “Sweet Chloe, sweet baby…” If she and Mark had had a girl, she was to be Chloe. A boy would be Adam. What was she doing?

      “But you have to be someone, don’t you?” she told the baby.

      When she was coming down the stairs, the baby swaddled and held against her shoulder, Jack was opening the front door. He was balancing a covered dish on his hand, a thermos tucked under his arm. “Sorry, Jack—you just missed him.”

      “This is for you. Doc stopped by the bar and said I’d better get you some breakfast, that you were pretty cranky.”

      She laughed in spite of herself. “I’m cranky, huh? He’s a giant pain in the ass! How do you put up with him?”

      “He reminds me of my grandfather. How’d it go last night? She sleep?”

      “She did very well. Only woke up a couple of times. I’m just about to feed her.”

      “Why don’t I give her a bottle while you eat. I brought coffee.”

      “Really, I didn’t know they made men like you,” she said, letting him follow her into the kitchen. When he put down the plate and thermos, she handed over the baby and tested the bottle. “You seem very comfortable with a newborn. For a man. A man with some nieces in Sacramento.” He just smiled at her. She passed him the bottle and got out two coffee mugs. “Ever married?” she asked him, then instantly regretted it. It was going to lead to him asking her.

      “I was married to the Marine Corps,” he said. “And she was a real bitch.”

      “How many years?” she asked, pouring coffee.

      “Just over twenty years. I went in as a kid. How about you?”

      “I was never in the marines,” she said with a smile.

      He grinned at her. “Married?”

      She couldn’t meet his eyes and lie, so she concentrated on the coffee mug. “I was married to a hospital, and my bitch was as mean as your bitch.” That wasn’t a total lie. Mark used to complain about the schedules they kept—grueling. He was in emergency medicine.

      He’d just finished a thirty-six hour shift when he stopped at the convenience store, interrupting the robbery. She shuddered involuntarily. She pushed a mug toward him. “Did you see a lot of combat?” she asked.

      “A lot of combat,” he answered, directing the bottle into the baby’s mouth expertly. “Somalia, Bosnia, Afghanistan, Iraq. Twice.”

      “No wonder you just want to fish.”

      “Twenty years in the marines will make a fisherman out of just about anyone.”

      “You seem too young to have retired.”

      “I’m forty. I decided it was time to get out when I got shot in the butt.”

      “Ouch. Complete recovery?” she asked, then surprised herself by feeling her cheeks grow warm.

      He lifted a corner of his mouth. “Except for the dimple. Wanna see?”

      “Thanks, no. So, Doc left me in charge and I have no idea what to expect. Maybe you should tell me where the nearest hospital is—and do they provide ambulance service to the town?”

      “That would be Valley Hospital—and they have ambulance service, but it takes so long to get here, Doc usually fires up his old truck and makes the run himself. If you’re desperate and have about an hour to spare, the Grace Valley doctors have an ambulance, but I don’t think I’ve seen an ambulance in this town since I’ve been here. I heard the helicopter came for the guy who almost died in the truck accident. I think the helicopter got as much notice as the accident.”

      “God, I hope these people are healthy until he gets back,” she said. Mel dug into the eggs. This seemed to be a Spanish omelet, and it was just as delicious as the one she’d eaten the day before. “Mmm,” she said appreciatively. “Here’s another thing—I can’t get any cell phone reception here. I should let my family know I’m here safely. More or less.”

      “The pines are too tall, the mountains too steep. Use the land line—and don’t worry about the long distance cost. You have to be in touch with your family. Who is your family?”

      “Just an older married sister in Colorado Springs. She and her husband put up a collective and huge fuss about this—as if I was going into the Peace Corps or something. I should’ve listened.”

      “There will be a lot of people around here glad you didn’t,” he said.

      “I’m stubborn that way.”

      He smiled appreciatively.

      It made her instantly think, don’t get any ideas, buster. I’m married to someone. Just because he isn’t here, doesn’t mean it’s over.

      However, there was something about a guy—at least six foot two and two hundred pounds of rock-hard muscle—holding a newborn with gentle deftness and skill. Then she saw him lower his lips to the baby’s head and inhale her scent, and some of the ice around Mel’s broken heart started to melt.

      “I’m going into Eureka today for supplies,” he said. “Need anything?”

      “Disposable diapers. Newborn. And since you know everyone, could you ask around if anyone can help out with the baby? Either full-time, part-time, whatever. It would be better for her to be in a family home than here at Doc’s with me.”

      “Besides,” he said, “you want to get out of here.”

      “I’ll help out with the baby for a couple of days, but I don’t want to stretch it out. I can’t stay here, Jack.”

      “I’ll ask around,” he said. And decided he might just forget to do that. Because, yes, she could.

      Little baby Chloe had only been asleep thirty minutes after her morning bottle when the first patient of the day arrived. A healthy and scrubbed looking young farm girl wearing overalls in the middle of which protruded a very