Bring Me Home For Christmas. Робин Карр
up. Rich, Becca fell.” And then he explained as best he could, leaving out anything that would implicate him. “Your truck is outside, but I’m going to take her some clothes at the hospital. She’s probably asleep, but I’m going to sit with her so I can bring her back to town as soon as they discharge her. I told her I’d be there for her in case she wakes up during the night.”
“She did that by falling?” Rich asked.
“Well…by jumping out of the truck. She must’ve hit it just right. The doctor said it’s not real bad, but a procedure is necessary and she’ll be on crutches for six weeks.”
“I should probably go,” Rich said, yanking off his cap and running a hand through his hair. “My mother’s going to kill me.”
“She said not to call your parents.”
“Because they’re headed for Mexico in the morning,” Rich said. “Bet that’s why Becca doesn’t want to call them. So my mother can kill me when she gets back. She expects me to look out for my sister.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Denny said. “I feel responsible—she was with me. I told her I was going to let you know what’s going on and bring her some clothes and she said okay. She’s expecting me to come back for her and I want to.”
“And then?” Rich said.
Denny shrugged. “I’ll get her comfortable in my room over the garage and wait on her hand and foot while you guys hunt.” He clapped a hand on Rich’s shoulder. “No offense, buddy, but she doesn’t want you to take care of her.”
“My mother’s going to kill me,” he said again.
“Becca’ll be okay. She’s gonna get a splint that’s almost like a cast.”
Jack brought a wrapped sandwich out of the kitchen and put it on the bar. “Here you go, Denny.” Then he looked at the three young hunters. “Serve you boys up something?”
“Starting with a cold draft,” Dirk said.
“Tall and cold,” Rich seconded.
“By all means,” Troy said.
“Sorry about the inconvenience, guys,” Denny said. “Jack, you’re okay with the boys using the boat and decoys, right? And put whatever they need on my tab—they’re my guests, even if I’m not the best host.”
“I’ll take care of your boys,” Jack said. “Been a while since Preach and I took advantage of a bunch of greenhorns at poker. I can help out there. Hope you guys brought some money.”
“Yeah, that’s what you think, gunny,” Dirk said. “I’m going to take your money, and I’ll hunt tomorrow, but I’m not getting up at four. There weren’t any more ducks at dawn than there were at noon.”
“I second that,” Rich said.
Denny picked up his sandwich. “I should get back to Valley Hospital. Who knows? Maybe they’ll let her out sooner.”
“Go for it,” Jack said. “Tell her we all hope she’s doing all right.”
“Thanks.” He headed out of the bar.
He was barely down the steps when he heard, “Denny.” He turned around to find Troy standing on the porch. “Total accident?” Troy asked him.
“Yeah, what else?”
“You said you felt responsible. And you haven’t been real happy about her being here,” he said.
“Look, it really threw me off, all right, her being here. And I tried to stop her, warn her, before she jumped out of the truck—we were stopped on a raised road by a muddy field and she fell…”
“You were stopped?” Troy asked.
“Talking. That’s all. We had some things to get straight so we could enjoy the rest of the week. You know I’d never let anything happen to her if I could prevent it.”
“I’ve never known you to be mean to a woman.”
“No, you never have and you never will. Really, I should get going…”
“Were you telling the truth when you said she wants you back at the hospital?” Troy asked.
Denny stiffened. “She said I didn’t have to. She said she didn’t need anyone to be there, but I said I wanted to.”
“Listen,” Troy said, stepping closer to the edge of the porch. “You gotta be careful with her. I get the idea you have issues with the ex-girlfriend. You get real pissed off around her and that’s not going to work.”
“Are you giving me advice about how to treat my—” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Hey, I feel bad enough that she fell without you telling me how to act.”
Troy frowned at him. “You should work this out, Denny. Without the drama. Without all the attitude.”
The fact that Troy was absolutely right didn’t go down easy. “Maybe I’ll get you to script that out for me later, since you’re such an expert.”
Troy touched his cap. “Give Becca my best. Tell her if there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”
“You bet,” Denny said. And he thought, Don’t worry, man. I got this covered.
Four
The throbbing ache in her ankle roused Becca. That and the fact that she had to pee. She groaned and Denny was beside her instantly.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Sleeping in the chair in case you need me,” he said, brushing her hair back from her cheek. “Um, I had to sort of lie for them to let me stay.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Lie, how?”
“I was pretty sure ex-boyfriend wouldn’t qualify, so I told them I was your fiancé.”
“But I told you to just send Rich in the morning. Didn’t I tell you that?”
“Well, you said I could send Rich. You said I didn’t have to come back, but I wanted to. Just in case. Is it terrible? The ankle?”
“I think the pain shot’s wearing off. Did you tell Rich what happened?”
“Sort of. I didn’t exactly tell him I figure it was my fault for pissing you off. He said your mother is going to kill him for letting that happen to you and I told him you didn’t want him to call your folks. He said you probably didn’t want to ruin their trip to Mexico, since you’re okay.”
“My mother,” she said with a groan. “Oh, man…”
“What?”
“I didn’t tell my mother I was coming up here.”
“You didn’t? Why not?”
“I didn’t want to deal with her,” she said, and winced.
He tilted his head. “Because…?”
“Because she adores Doug. Because she wouldn’t have approved of me going on a hunting trip with a bunch of guys that included you, even if Rich was part of the group.”
“Aw, Becca…”
She laughed a little bit. “Well, I’m old enough to make my own travel plans. Right? Maybe I’ll just explain when I get home….”
“I could’ve told him you wanted him here, but I didn’t,” Denny said. “He’s planning to play poker tonight and hunt tomorrow, anyway.…”
“Good old Rich. He means well, but he can be clueless. Loveable, but clueless.”
Denny sat