Magic In A Jelly Jar. Sally Hayes Tyler
man even more intriguing.
Oh, jeez, Samantha admitted, he’d be intriguing under any circumstances, and she was staring quite rudely, probably making a fool of herself. Not that she’d ever take this any farther than a mild flirtation—just for practice. She was sadly out of practice, after all. It showed in everything she’d said and done to him. She could relate to seven-year-olds better than grown men. And he had a seven-year-old. An adorable one, which made him strictly off-limits, him and his kid.
“Mr. Morgan—”
“Joe,” he cut in.
“Joe.” She liked the sound of his name on her lips. “About Luke—what can I do for him? And for you?”
Looking wary again, Joe just stared at her, then finally started to talk. “Luke has been behaving strangely lately.”
“You can tell me,” she encouraged because this seemed to be so difficult for him.
“It’s…I don’t understand it. He’s obsessed with teeth. Yesterday, on the playground at school, he tried to pull out a little girl’s tooth. Today in the cafeteria, he had a flashlight and his hand inside a little boy’s mouth…”
“Oh.” Samantha considered for a minute. “Does he by any chance go to St. Mark’s?”
“Yes. Why?”
She’d definitely embarrassed him now, and she felt bad.
“I’ve been getting some calls from St. Mark’s. I think I saw his patient, Jenny, yesterday. I’ve been wondering about my competitor, actually.”
“The little girl’s all right, isn’t she? Please tell me Luke didn’t do any damage.”
Samantha wanted to reassure him, felt an almost overwhelming urge to touch him. With the kids, she was generous with her smiles, her laughter, the touch of her hand on a shoulder or a big hug. But this was a man, she reminded herself again. And she’d already made a fool of herself with her little bag of tricks.
“Jenny’s fine.” She managed to keep her hands to herself and rushed on, “She would have lost the tooth in a few days, anyway.”
“Thank goodness for that,” he said.
“So, what else is Luke doing?”
“He’s so caught up in this whole tooth thing. At first I thought it was money. Luke loves money. But after he lost his first tooth and put it under his pillow, the…uh…”
“The tooth fairy came to visit?” she suggested.
“Yes, and he got his money. Then he decided he’d rather have the tooth back. He came and asked if he could buy it back.”
Samantha laughed. “I hope you agreed.”
“Yes. He put his two dollars under his pillow without complaining at all about the loss of the money, and the next morning, there was his tooth.”
“Good,” Samantha said. He was willing to play along, for the sake of his son. “So what did he do with the tooth?”
“He put it in a jelly jar on the shelf in the top of his closet, along with the other three teeth he’s lost. He’s saving them.”
“For what?”
Joe shrugged. “I don’t know. He hasn’t said. Do you think you could explain to my son that dentists are the only people allowed to pull teeth?”
“Of course.”
“He’s up to something. I don’t know what.”
“Something to do with baby teeth? And magic? And wishes?”
Joe nodded.
Once again she wanted to touch him, to soothe him just a bit, maybe make him smile again. She had a feeling he wasn’t normally such a stern-looking man.
“What does Luke want?”
Joe swore so softly she could barely hear it, then added quietly, “I’m afraid to ask.”
“Something that’s not within your power to give?” she guessed.
Joe nodded again.
Samantha couldn’t help but wonder where Mrs. Morgan was right now, and she sensed that was the answer to Luke’s wishes and to his father’s obvious discomfort. She wouldn’t pry any further, because she suspected this man’s pride had taken a beating somewhere along the way. But taking a closer look at his left hand, she now found that strip of paler skin that told her, until recently, he’d worn what she suspected was a wedding ring.
Poor Luke, she thought. What happened to his mother?
“I’ll give Luke my standard speech on the importance of taking care of teeth, letting them come out when they’re ready—all that good stuff,” she said. And she’d throw in a few more magic tricks to make Luke smile.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
And then, because there was nothing left to do, she excused herself to go talk to Luke and left Joe in the peace and quiet of her office.
She was back fifteen minutes later, having left Luke in the waiting room admiring one of her displays of fairy figurines and not sure she’d been any help at all. Joe Morgan stood with his back to her, his impossibly broad shoulders seeped in tension. She wished there was something she could do to soothe him, too.
“Hi,” she said, walking in and closing the door behind her.
He turned around and looked at her, waiting, obviously hoping. She hated disappointing him.
“I’m sorry. Luke has a mouthful of beautiful absolutely healthy teeth and a whole lot of secrets. I tried my best, but I couldn’t get him to crack.”
Joe smiled. “Really put on the pressure, did you, Doc?”
“I tried,” she reassured him. “He’s very bright. He asked me all sorts of questions about baby teeth. How many kids have and when they start to lose them, how long it takes before they’re all gone. He says he has a friend who’s good with numbers who’s going to help him figure everything out. He mentioned something about a formula. I hope we’re talking mathematical and not chemical.”
Joe laughed. “I’ll lock up his chemistry set.”
“That would probably be a good idea.”
“Luke is a schemer. Always has been. He gets an idea in his head, and he doesn’t let go of it. Not for anything.”
“Which is not necessarily a bad trait.”
“In an adult. It’s hell in a kid, especially when you’re the one trying to raise him.”
Samantha shrugged, telling herself not to get drawn in too deeply. She was just here to take care of kids’ teeth. She always got in too deep, always cared too much. Surely she’d learned her lesson by now.
“I’m sure you’ll figure out what he’s up to. Or he’ll tell you,” she said. “I showed Luke all my instruments and explained to him all the things I use to pull out a tooth safely, and I thought that would do it. But I didn’t like the gleam in his eye. I was afraid he’d be off stealing a pair of pliers or an adjustable wrench from your toolbox and using what I told him to be even more efficient at dentistry than he already is. I hope that wasn’t a mistake.”
“I’ll lock up my tools, too,” Joe said. “Just in case.”
“Good. My next idea was to tell him he could be a dentist, but he had to suffer through a ton of schooling and pass all sorts of tests first to be licensed. That may have made some headway with him—the idea that he could be in trouble for practicing dentistry without a license.”
Joe laughed out loud then. She saw little crinkles at the corners of his dark eyes and his mouth. His shoulders shook and he relaxed,