The Wrong Man For Her. Kathryn Shay

those walls.

      The entrance door was unlocked and the reception area was empty. Nick knew Francy Baker, the Center’s secretary, still worked here so perhaps the staff meeting had started. He headed to John’s office on the first floor to check where he was supposed to be.

      The door was ajar.

      Nick stopped short when he heard the voice that had haunted so many of his midnights say, “It’s past nine. Do you think he’s coming?”

      Maddie. His Maddie? What the hell?

      “Yes, of course.” John sounded weary. “Today’s his first day as the teen counselor. I’m surprised he’s late.”

      Nick stepped into the entrance. “I’m here.”

      When Maddie faced him, his pulse sped up. This was his first sight of her since that cold November night three years, four months and two weeks ago when he’d broken off their relationship. She’d changed. Her dark blond hair was shorter now, falling over her eyes in cute bangs. And she wasn’t smiling at him.

      He tried to calm his thumping heart. “Hi, Madelyn. John. Sorry I’m late.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Car accident.”

      “Hey, buddy.” Rising from a chair, John Kramer, the founder and head of the RCVC, circled around the desk. Without hesitation, he gave Nick a bear hug. When he drew back, he held Nick by the arms. John’s hair was grayer than the last time Nick had seen him, and he looked exhausted. “You okay? Anybody hurt?”

      “Only the front of my car. At least it’s still drivable.” He glanced at Maddie, then dropped into a chair when she did the same. John went back to his desk. “What’s going on?” Nick asked. “Why are you here, Maddie? I was under the impression you left the Center a few years ago.”

      John sat forward. “Nick, some things have happened you need to know about. Things that have brought Maddie back to the RCVC.”

      “What?”

      “Lucy had a heart attack six weeks ago.”

      Nick recoiled. “Oh, no. H-how is she?”

      “Recovered, miraculously. I took the month off to be with her.”

      “I see.” Relief came quickly and, on the heels of it, a glimmer of understanding. “So Maddie filled in for you?”

      “In a sense.” He cleared his throat. “My wife’s illness shocked me into admitting some things. Ever since my daughter died, I’ve devoted my entire life to this place and neglected other important aspects. It’s time to focus on them now.”

      “Well, that’s good. I told you before you needed to slow down.”

      Something wasn’t right here, though. He and John had kept in touch since he’d left the Center and it was unusual for them to go six weeks without talking. Of course, Nick had spent the past few months rearranging his life to move back up to Rockford. Still, given how close he was to the Kramers, he was surprised John hadn’t told him about something this serious. “Why didn’t you call me about Lucy? I could have come up early to help at the Center. Or to support you two, at least.”

      John glanced at Maddie. “I was afraid if you knew my circumstances you wouldn’t accept the job.”

      “Why? Because you won’t be running the place?”

      “Yes, though I’ll be here part-time. And will still do your evaluations. But I’m no longer in charge.”

      “I don’t understand. Won’t the new administrator…” His words trailed off as awareness dawned. He looked to Maddie, whose stricken face confirmed his suspicions. “You’re the new administrator of the Center.”

      “Yes, I am. I took over for John a month ago and I’m staying on to run it.”

      “Permanently?”

      “Yes.”

      Nick gripped the chair. It took him several seconds to rein in his resentment at being duped—by both of them. He struggled to control his anger only because John didn’t need a tirade now. Choosing his words carefully, he addressed his friend and mentor. “I’d like to speak to Madelyn alone, if you don’t mind.”

      “This isn’t her fault, Nick. I made the decision to keep you in the dark. As I said, I was afraid you wouldn’t come back if you knew Maddie was in charge.”

      “It’s okay, John.” Maddie’s voice was calm. Of course, she’d had time to adjust to this very bad idea. “I’d like to talk to Nick, too. Alone.”

      Sighing, John stood. “All right. But if anyone’s to blame, it’s me. Meanwhile I’ll go to the staff meeting and tell everybody you’ll be along shortly.”

      When John circled around the desk, Nick rose, too, and grasped his arm. Ignoring the hurt caused by the fact that the Kramers had shut him out, he said, “Don’t worry about this, John. Just take care of Lucy.”

      After John left, Nick turned and anchored his hands on the back of the chair. “Surely you must know this can never work.”

      Her amber eyes flared, making them look like hot brandy. “No, I don’t know that. I wouldn’t have taken the job if I didn’t think we could do this.”

      “Why the hell did you take it?”

      “For the same reason you just assured John everything would work out. He’s lost too much in his life and now he has a personal crisis. We have to help out.”

      “Madelyn, you can’t want to work with me.”

      “Of course I don’t!” She slapped her pad down on the desk. “We might as well get everything out in the open. I never would have hired you back if I’d been in charge when John offered you the job. But that would have been a real loss to the Center, since you work magic with kids. It’s right for you to be here, so we’ll have to make the best of the fact that we have an unpleasant past together.”

      His grip tightened on the chair. Her compliment didn’t ease his anger. “It is not acceptable that I wasn’t told about Lucy’s attack or that you’d be running the Center!”

      She just stared at him. He could see the strain around her mouth and the tension in her jaw, but she held her ground.

      “Damn it,” he said, “what am I supposed to do now?”

      “Stay. For the Center’s sake and John’s.”

      “And if I do?” He practically spat the words out. “What about us?”

      “There is no us, any longer. Right now, we have to think about the victims we can help and what we can do for the Kramers. They were like parents to both of us. We owe them a lot.”

      The mention of the role the Kramers had played in Nick’s life diluted some of his rage. Okay, so he should stay at the Center. Hell, he wanted to. But, man, he hadn’t signed on for this. He wasn’t sure he could do it. Yet, did he really have a choice? “I guess I can give it a shot.”

      “Fine.” She glanced at her watch and stood. “The staff is probably finished with doughnuts and coffee. We should get down there.”

      “Wait a second, Maddie.”

      She straightened her shoulders. “Please, don’t call me that.”

      “What?”

      “Maddie.”

      “Why?”

      She raised an eyebrow, and he remembered that only he, Beth and John had ever used the nickname. For some reason, her admonition ticked him off.

      He folded his arms over his chest. “Would you prefer Dr. Walsh?”

      “Madelyn is fine.” Without saying more, she turned and headed out the door.

      Rattled by the events of the morning,