A Family For The Soldier. Carolyne Aarsen
therapy department,” Chloe said, piggybacking on what Mamie was saying.
“I doubt it,” Grady muttered, the tightness around his mouth another indication of the pain he dealt with. “I don’t have time with everything at the ranch falling on my shoulders now. And this little guy.” He glanced down at Cody, touched his chubby cheek with one finger, and Chloe’s heart hitched at the warmth of his smile. This man would make a good father.
Was a good father, she corrected herself.
“Plus I’ve got Ben and the Future Ranchers program he started at the ranch to keep me busy,” he continued. I don’t have time to run around for appointments that won’t make a difference.”
“But if you don’t take care of the low mobility in your knee and hip, you could be facing chronic pain later on,” Chloe suggested.
Grady shot her a frown, as if he didn’t appreciate what she had to say.
“As a physical therapist, I feel I must warn you the pain you are dealing with now will only worsen with lack of treatment.” Chloe manipulated Ben’s fingers, half her attention on helping the one brother while she tried to convince the other to accept what she could do for him.
“The pain isn’t that bad.” He dismissed her comment with a wave of his hand. “I know my dad managed through his. Your dad, as well. Just have to cowboy up.”
Chloe kept her comment about that to herself. She didn’t know everything about his father and care. However, she still maintained that, in the case of her own father, if he had received proper care and treatment, he would have been better able to do his work. “Being tough only gets you so far,” she carried on. “Your injuries will, however, only cause you more problems with lack of immediate care.”
She stopped then, sensing she was selling herself too hard. Grady looked as though he didn’t believe her. Didn’t or wouldn’t—she wasn’t sure which was uppermost.
“Are you working here full-time?” Mamie asked, stroking a strand of hair back from Ben’s forehead, shifting to another topic.
“I am here as a part-time, temporary worker.” Speaking the words aloud made her even more aware of her tenuous situation.
“Where will you go after this?”
Chloe shrugged, working with Ben’s fingers, stretching and manipulating, not sure she wanted to talk about her hopes and dreams to start up a dedicated physical therapy clinic in town. Finding out how little was left after settling her father’s estate had put that dream out of reach.
“There are other opportunities in Denton or Fort Worth, I’m sure.” Opportunities she had passed up when she’d taken this job. She wasn’t a city person. Coming back to Little Horn had filled an emptiness that had grown with each day she was away.
“I see.” Mamie held her eyes, nodding slowly, as if her mind was elsewhere.
“I need to work on Ben’s other leg and arm,” Chloe said, setting Ben’s hand down beside his still body. “So I’ll have to ask you to come over to this side of the bed.”
Just as Chloe came around the end of the bed, Cody whimpered, opened his eyes and started to cry.
“I should get something for him to eat,” Mamie said, jiggling him as she dug through the large diaper bag she had been carrying. She looked over at Chloe as Cody’s cries increased. “I’m sorry to ask, but can you hold him a moment?”
“Of course.”
“I can take him.” Grady shifted himself so he had his hands free.
But Mamie had already set Cody in Chloe’s arms.
She held the wiggling bundle of sorrow. His cries eased into hiccups. His dark brown eyes, still shining with tears, honed in on Chloe’s.
A peculiar motherly feeling washed over her. This little boy, so sweet, so precious. She cuddled him close and he quieted as he lay his head against her shoulder.
“You have a way with him,” Mamie said, pulling a jar of baby food out of the diaper bag. “Just like his previous nanny, my niece, Eva, did.”
“He is a sweetie,” Chloe murmured, rocking him to keep him quiet.
“I can take him back now,” Mamie said, taking the boy from her. “I should find a place I can heat this up.”
“There’s a microwave at the nurses’ station I’m sure you can use,” Chloe said, walking to the sink in Ben’s room to wash her hands again.
Mamie walked out, leaving Grady and Chloe alone. She moved to the other side of Ben’s bed and started with his leg exercises.
“Does that do anything?” Grady asked. “I mean, he’s not participating.”
“No, but it’s important we keep his abductors flexed, his hamstrings from pulling.” Chloe glanced over at Grady, disconcerted to see him staring at her. She dragged her attention back to her patient. “It’s a type of stimulation, as well. And if we don’t do these exercises, his muscles will seize up and when he gets out of the coma, he will have a much longer recovery ahead of him.”
“You said when.”
Chloe glanced up from Ben, thinking of the theories of coma patients being able, on a subliminal level, to hear what was said around their bed.
“I said when and I mean when,” she said, her voice firm. “He will come out of this. We just have to do what we can for him while we wait.”
Grady sat down in the chair, setting his crutch aside. “I like the sound of when. I have things I need to settle with my brother. Ben and I... Well, we had words before I left.”
“A fight?”
“A disagreement about his lifestyle,” Grady said. “I want to make it right.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Chloe saw Grady drag his hand over his face. He looked exhausted. She was sure some of it was the burdens he carried, in addition to the pain.
“Then, this is a chance for you to talk to him,” Chloe said, picking up Ben’s arm and stretching it gently above his head. “A chance for you to tell him what you feel. Tell him how you care for him.”
“So you think he can hear me?”
“I’d like to think he can.” Chloe gave him a gentle smile. “Sometimes talking aloud can be as much for yourself as for him.”
Grady nodded, then looked up at her, his expression growing serious. “You think it will help?”
“Confession is good for the soul,” she said.
“In that case, I’ll wait until you’re gone. I don’t want you hearing all my deep, dark secrets.”
“You have those?” And how did that semiflirty note get in her voice?
“Don’t you?”
She held his gaze a split-second longer than she should have, thinking of the last time she and Jeremy had been together and the repercussions of that. The child she now carried.
She had no right to talk this way to him. No right at all.
“If you’re referring to Cody’s parentage, I feel I need to tell you, he’s not my son. At all.” His gaze locked on hers, suddenly intense.
“He’s not?”
“No.”
Chloe seemed surprised and yet, at the same time, pleased that he wanted her to know.
“So why is Vanessa—” she stopped herself. She almost asked him why Vanessa was acting as if she had some claim on Grady, but it was none of her business.
Yet he seemed to think she needed to know. A tiny finger of awareness trickled down her neck. Was he trying to tell