Ethan's Daughter. Rachel Brimble
his daughter had given him the ray of light he needed to strengthen his hold on his internal ugliness.
It was his baby who made him fight to get out of the box that still sometimes proved to be so firmly closed since Anna left.
He wasn’t sure he could keep his internal battle hidden from another adult—another woman in particular—as well as he did from Daisy.
The crunch of gravel beneath the tires told him they were home, and Ethan buried his thoughts. Yanking on the door handle, he got out of the car and headed to the back to help Daisy.
The driver’s door clunked shut and Leah spoke behind him. “I have an idea. If you’re okay with it, of course.”
Ethan frowned as he helped Daisy from the car and onto the gravel. “What?”
“I’m happy to help Daisy get showered and into her pajamas while you’re speaking with your agent.” She shrugged. “It will save time and it is getting kind of late.”
Ethan stared. Let her see to Daisy? Let her spend time alone with his little girl? He looked at Daisy. She vehemently nodded. “Please, Daddy. I can shower myself and show Leah my new pajamas.”
He looked to Leah. “Are you sure?”
She smiled. “Absolutely.”
He blew out a defeated breath. “Okay, then. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll just grab my first aid kit from the trunk.” She walked to the back of the car and was hidden from his view for a moment before she slammed the trunk shut. Coming toward Daisy, she held out her hand. “We’ll have fun while Daddy’s talking to his agent, won’t we?”
Ethan stepped back as his baby took Leah’s hand and they walked toward the house, Daisy screeching with laughter at something Leah said.
He closed his eyes.
He was in all sorts of trouble...and not just with Anna.
LEAH LAID THE last piece of tape around Ethan’s bandaged hand and sat back in his kitchen chair. “There you go. Good as new. Those stitches will need to stay in another few days, but I think—if you keep it clean and dry—I won’t need to come back tomorrow. But I can swing by Saturday morning if you like?”
He gently probed the bandage. “Um, why not leave it for a few days, and if there’s a problem, I’ll call you.” He lifted his bright blue eyes to hers. “You said yourself it’s healing well.”
It was clear the man was no closer to trusting her than she was him. “Look, I know you want me to butt out of your problems, but all I’m doing is trying to help.”
“And you are. With my hand, at least. Everything else, you need to leave to me.”
Their gazes locked and frustration hummed through her. Sooner or later, she was going to have to make a choice to either call the police or leave Ethan to his own devices. But how could she do that without ignoring her professional obligations? She inhaled a long breath, then exhaled. “How about we exchange numbers? If there’s a problem with your hand, you can call me. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll come by in a few days to remove the stitches. Agreed?”
A muscle in his jaw flexed. He shrugged, his gaze returning once more to his injured hand. “Okay, fine.” He met her eyes, gave a tight smile. “That would be good. Thanks.” He stood and walked to the counter to grab his phone. “What’s your number?”
She told him before typing his number into her phone. So she liked him. So caring about his hand had been partly a ruse to get his number, but now she would stop being friendly for a while and be her usual pain in Ethan’s butt instead.
“So...” She inhaled again. “As much as I don’t want to harangue you about what happened with your ex, and as much as you want me to stay out of it, in order to do that I have a few questions I need answered.”
His tentative smile dissolved and irritation simmered in his gaze. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
She stared at his bowed head, her impatience rising. “Ethan, your ex attacked you. What would’ve happened if Daisy had been in the house? You need to ensure your ex-wife doesn’t come back and end up physically hurting you again. Or worse, hurting Daisy.”
His jaw tightened. “I won’t allow Anna anywhere near Daisy.”
“So you’ve said before, but she’s the child’s mother. You might have full custody, but sooner or later Daisy will start asking about her mum. She might even want to see her. Then what?”
“I’ll face that problem when I have to.” He glanced toward the kitchen door. “Look, it’s getting late. Maybe you should go.”
Leah crossed her arms. “Will you please just talk to me? Whether you like it or not, I’m involved and starting to kind of like you and Daisy. So until I know she’s safe...”
He shot her an impressive glare of his own before he rubbed his hand over his jaw and sat. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to make it any clearer. I don’t want you mixed up in this. I know Anna—you don’t. Believe me, you’re better off out of it.”
“Maybe I am, but unfortunately for you, I’m not the sort of woman to walk away from someone in trouble. I’m a nurse, Ethan. I take care of people, and I can’t abandon you and Daisy until I know any danger has passed. I’m sorry.”
“Abandon us? We’re not your responsibility.”
Her cheeks heated. “Intellectually I know that, but morally you are my responsibility.”
“I’m trying my best to be nice here.” His gaze burned with determination. “You getting any more involved than you are already isn’t up for debate.”
“You know something? By rights, I should’ve reported what happened to the police last night, but so far I haven’t. For your sake. For Daisy’s sake. Having said that, if I suspect Daisy could be exposed to further danger, then I’ll have no choice but to go to the police. So you need to convince me that little girl asleep upstairs is safe.”
Leah squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again. “I’m a professional who loves her job and the people who live in this town. I’m duty-bound to help them to the best of my ability. By sending me away, telling me to mind my own business, you’re making it hard for me to do my job. Just tell me how things were left with your ex. Is she likely to come back?”
“Honestly?” His stare turned hard and his cheeks darkened. “I don’t know and that scares the crap out of me.”
Chills tiptoed up her spine. “Then call the police. Get a restraining order. Whatever. You need to do something to ensure Daisy is kept out of harm’s way. Why don’t I take you to the station tomorrow?”
“No.” He shook his head. “If I decide to go to the police, I’m perfectly capable of going there alone.”
She couldn’t just leave. Somehow, after such a short time, Ethan and Daisy had gotten under her skin. She pulled back her shoulders. “I told you... I’m a nurse.”
“And you’re duty-bound, right?”
She swallowed against the coldness in his gaze and looked toward the darkened back garden. “Right.”
Professionally and personally, she wished she’d walked any other route home than past the beach last night.
That’s right. Keep telling yourself you wish you hadn’t come face-to-face with this lonely author and his daughter. That you aren’t thankful it was you who found Daisy instead of some sicko.
Purposely softening her tone, she faced Ethan. “What are you going to do? I really don’t want us to fight about this.”