Die Before Nightfall. Shirlee McCoy
here. I’ll check.”
It was nothing. It had to be. There was no way something had happened to Sherri. No way Abby could be responsible for it. Shane ran anyway, down the stairs, across the yard and into the house. The alarm hadn’t been set. Setting it was one of the responsibilities of the caregiver and the only way to be sure Abby didn’t walk outside at night. Sherri had never forgotten before, so why tonight?
“Sherri?” Shane’s heart pounded in his ears as he waited at the closed bedroom door. He knocked twice and swung the door open.
He wasn’t sure what he expected to see. He only knew he was relieved to find Sherri asleep on the foldout cot.
“You okay?” He nudged her shoulder, his tension easing as she groaned and sat up.
“What? What’s going on?”
“I was hoping you could tell me.” Shane flipped on the light. Saw her flushed cheeks, her bright, glassy eyes. “You feeling okay?”
“I’m all right. Just a scratchy throat.” She looked around. Her eyes widened and she leaped from the cot. “Abby. Where is she?”
“A neighbor found her wandering around outside.”
“That’s not possible. I would have heard the alarm.”
“You must have forgotten to turn it on.”
“No. I did turn it on.”
“Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, Sherri.”
“Yeah? Well, not me. Not when it’s this important. I turned on the alarm right after you left. My head was pounding and I wanted to lie down once Abby fell asleep, so I punched in the numbers before I even walked out of the foyer.”
Shane wouldn’t argue the point. There was no sense in it. “Maybe you did. But when I came in a minute ago the alarm wasn’t set.”
“I don’t understand.” She shook her head, winced and swayed.
Shane put out a hand to steady her, and was surprised at the heat of her skin. “You’re sick. You need to go home. Sit down. I’ll get Abby and give you a ride.”
“I don’t need a ride. Thanks for offering, though.”
“Humor me. Stay put until I get back.”
He ignored her sputtered protest and headed back outside.
Raven was waiting at the office door, anxiety clear in the fine lines around her mouth and eyes. “Is she all right?”
“She’s sick. A fever, headache, sore throat.”
“Sounds like strep throat.”
“Yeah?”
“That or a viral infection.”
“Sounds like you know something about it.”
“I’m a home health-care nurse. Or I was. I’ve taken a leave of absence.”
A nurse? Shane didn’t know why he was surprised. Thus far, Raven’s reaction to Abby had been relaxed, friendly, concerned—all the things Shane would expect from someone used to dealing with patients. But a nurse? It was much easier to imagine her a wandering flower-child.
“I should have guessed that. You’ve been great with Abby.”
“I’ll go in and see how Sherri’s doing.”
“She’s in the bedroom at the top of the stairs,” he said. “The back door to the house is unlocked.”
“I’ll check back with you before I leave, just so you know what’s going on.”
Shane nodded and watched her move across the yard, only turning away after she disappeared inside the house.
Obviously there was more to Raven than flowing dresses and wild curls. But he’d known that when he’d looked into her eyes earlier in the day. What surprised him, what he hadn’t expected, was how interested he was in knowing more.
He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time for curiosity. Not when he had so many other things occupying his mind. He glanced at the computer, still turned on and begging his attention, eyed his sleeping aunt, looked around at the piles of papers and stacks of mail he needed to sort through.
Raven’s suggestion had merit. Professional caregivers could offer round-the-clock assistance for Abby and free up some of Shane’s time. But would they care about her? And would she be comfortable with people she didn’t know? Thus far the caregivers he’d hired were residents of Lakeview, people Abby was familiar with. How would she react to strangers?
“Shane?” Abby’s voice trembled from behind him.
He turned toward his aunt, bracing himself for the vagueness he’d see in her expression. Instead she was alert, her gaze bright, curious and maybe just a little scared.
“Hey, you’re awake.”
“Awake and covered in filth. What happened? Why is all this…?” She gestured to her clothes, the words lost.
“Dirty? You decided to take an early morning stroll.”
“Did I?” She spoke on a sigh, her lined face weary. “Well, good for me. Now I think I’ll go get in my own…chair.”
Shane didn’t correct her words, just offered a hand and helped her back to the house and into her room. Raven was still there with Sherri. Both looked up as he entered the bedroom.
“Aunt Abby’s ready for bed. I’m going to get her settled.”
“Why don’t you let me?” Raven spoke as she moved to put an arm around Abby. “Do you mind, Abby? Sherri isn’t feeling well.”
Her words flowed in soft, comforting waves, and Shane could imagine her using the same voice, the same tone in her profession.
Abby peered at Raven as if trying to place her face. “I know you, don’t I?”
“Yes, I’m Raven.”
“A nurse?”
“And a friend. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and settled into bed.”
And as quickly as that she took control of the situation.
Sherri mumbled her thanks, refused again Shane’s offer to give her a ride home and shuffled from the room.
Shane shifted so she could pass, but remained in the doorway, watching as Raven helped Abby gather clean nightclothes and led her to the adjoining bathroom. He heard the water start. Heard the soft murmur of voices. Saw the weariness on Raven’s face when she stepped out of the bathroom.
She left the door ajar and leaned against the door jamb, then straightened when she saw Shane. “I thought you’d gone.”
“And leave an obviously exhausted woman to take over my responsibilities? That’s not my style.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t think it was, but I offered to stay with Abby and I’m happy to do it.”
“You’re not up to it.”
“Taking care of people is what I do. Whether I’m up to it or not.”
“Not here. Not now. Go home and sleep.”
“Abby—”
“Will be fine. I’ll stay here until her day companion arrives. Kaylee’s an LPN and she’s very good with Abby.”
Raven shrugged again, the movement emphasizing the thinness of her shoulders beneath the cotton nightshirt she wore. “All right. I’ll head out, then. Tell Abby I said goodbye.”
“I will.” Shane walked her to the door, wondering why he suddenly felt as if he were kicking her out. He’d thought she would be happy to be freed from the responsibility,