Doctor's Orders. Sharon De Vita
all but whispered, staring down at the toes of her bright yellow Big Bird boots.
“And you know better than to get into a car with someone without my permission, don’t you?” Cassie’s gaze searched her daughter’s face, but Sofie’s chin merely drooped and she avoided her mother’s eyes.
“Sofie.” Gently, Cassie lifted her daughter’s chin. “Sweetheart, when you didn’t come home from school on time, Mommy got very, very worried. I was afraid something terrible had happened to you.”
“Something…terrible…did happen, Mama,” Sofie mumbled softly, glancing up at her mother through dark lashes glistening with tears. “At school.”
Cassie’s heart did another stutter step. “What happened, sweetheart?” she asked quietly, stunned by the stark sadness on her daughter’s face.
Sofie sniffled, again staring down at the toes of her bright yellow boots. “The kids at school…they laughed at me when I told them I’d seen red rain and that I was gonna do something real good for the science fair.” Sofie lifted stricken, tear-filled eyes. “They called me a liar and then they laughed at me.”
“They called you a liar and laughed at you?” Cassie repeated, stunned. Sofie had been bubbling over with excitement all week about the upcoming science fair. Science was her passion and had been ever since a former neighbor, a retired professor, had sparked her interest in the solar system.
For Cassie, a woman who had dropped out of school in her senior year to give birth, then had gone back to school at night just to get her G. E. D., the mere concept of scientific theories was a bit terrifying. But not for her brave, fearless, brilliant little girl.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Gathering her daughter close, Cassie went down on one knee so she was eye level with Sofie. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and lifted Sofie’s drooping chin. “It’s not fun to be laughed at, honey. Or to be called names. Especially by your friends.” Cassie pushed down Sofie’s muffler so she could talk. “Now, tell me, sweetheart, why did the kids laugh at you?” Cassie smoothed away the stray strands of black hair that were clinging to her daughter’s rosy, wind-whipped cheeks and smiled her encouragement.
Sofie swallowed, then swiped her nose with her fuzzy red mittens before answering. “Because…because…they say I’m…a brainiac, Mama,” Sofie said, as tears flooded her eyes again.
“A brainiac?” Cassie repeated, and Sofie’s little head bobbed up and down.
“The kids tease me ’cuz they say I’m too smart.” Sofie rubbed her fuzzy red fists against her teary eyes. “They don’t like me, Mama,” Sofie wailed, sobs shaking her slender shoulders as she threw herself against her mother, hanging on for dear life. “They don’t like me so that’s why I was running away.”
Her daughter’s words had fear siphoning the blood from Cassie’s head, nearly making her dizzy. “You were…running away?” Cassie repeated, trying to keep the shock out of her voice so she wouldn’t upset Sofie further. But her knees were knocking now, nearly as hard and fast as her heart.
“Yes, Mama, but Dr. Beau found me.” Sofie swiped her nose again, then peeked at her mother from under her drooping red cap. “And he told me about the first-grade rule.”
Cassie merely blinked at her daughter. “The first-grade rule?” she repeated dully, glancing up at the doctor in confusion.
“Yes, Cassie,” Dr. Beau confirmed with an encouraging wink and a smile. “The Cooper’s Cove first-grade rule. I’m sure you were told about it when you registered Sofie for school?” he prompted, one brow lifting in expectation as his blue eyes twinkled at her.
“Uhm…yes, I’m sure I was,” Cassie said with a slow nod, not sure of any such thing, but playing along anyway. “But I’m afraid I’ve…uh…forgotten it,” she admitted, glancing up at him with a wan smile.
“That’s perfectly understandable,” he said, taking several steps deeper into the salon. As he pulled off his heavy leather gloves and shoved them in his pocket, he flashed Cassie and Sofie a dazzling smile. “The Cooper’s Cove first-grade rule says all first graders have to tell their parents before they run away. It’s a school rule, right, Sofie?”
“Yeah, it’s a rule,” Sofie admitted with a heavy sigh and Cassie nearly smiled in relief. Her gaze met Beau’s and in it she saw humor, kindness and understanding, three things that surprised her coming from him.
“We didn’t want to break any rules, now did we, Sofie?” he continued, and Sofie shook her head firmly.
“Uh-uh, Dr. Beau,” Sofie said, scrabbling at a wad of long tangled black hair sticking to her face.
“I phoned Katie at the newspaper and told her I was driving Sofie here so neither she nor Rusty would worry.”
“Thank you,” Cassie muttered with a nod, still a bit shell-shocked.
Almost everyone in town knew everyone else’s familial relationships. It was just part of small town life. Her mother, Gracie, and her Aunt Louella were sisters and partners in the Astrology Parlor a few doors down on Main Street. Katie was Aunt Louella’s daughter, and Rusty was Katie’s twelve-year-old son.
“Mama?” Sofie tugged on her mother’s hand, then yanked off her cap, shoving her flyaway hair from her face with a fist. “Dr. Beau drove me here so I could tell you I was gonna run away.” Sofie scowled suddenly. “But I think I gotta go to the bathroom first.” Sofie shoved her hat at her mother, then crossed her legs and began bouncing up and down. “I gotta go now, Mama.”
“Go, honey, go,” Cassie urged, hurriedly helping to unwrap her daughter from her mound of winter clothing. “I’ll be right here when you come out.”
The moment Sofie was out of earshot, heading toward the back room where the restroom and the small lunch room were located, Cassie turned to Beau.
“I don’t know what to say,” she admitted honestly as she set Sofie’s winter coat down on one of the empty salon chairs. “Except…thank you.” She hesitated, a chill skating over her skin. “If you hadn’t found her, I don’t know what would have happened.”
Sofie had been running away.
Pure, unadulterated fear settled into an icy pit in Cassie’s stomach. She simply couldn’t bear to think about what might have happened if Beau hadn’t found Sofie.
“You’re welcome,” Beau said with a smile. “I close the office early on Wednesday,” he explained, “and I just happened to be driving down Main Street when I saw Sofie trudging along all by herself.” He loosened his cashmere overcoat and stepped closer. “I knew something was wrong because I didn’t figure you were the type to let your six-year-old go wandering around town by herself.”
“No, of course not,” Cassie said, fighting the instinct to step back away from him. It was foolish, she knew, especially considering how kind he’d been, but she couldn’t help it. The man made her incredibly twitchy and nervous. He was just too charming, good-looking, and a tad too slick and smooth for her comfort. Everything about him was a painful reminder of Sofie’s father, right down to his fancy, expensive sports car. The painful similarities simply irritated her and reminded her of her youthful inexperience and naivete.
“Pretty fast work about the first-grade rule,” Cassie admitted, forcing herself to meet his gaze and be polite.
Beau shrugged away the compliment. “Dealing with kids every day, you have to learn to be quick and to think on your feet,” he said, watching her carefully.
He’d been right about her the first time he’d met her, he mused, letting his gaze slide over her in pure masculine appreciation. She didn’t like or trust him. She’d made that very clear. It wasn’t the usual response he got from women and although he hadn’t a clue why she felt that way it amused him to no end.
What he didn’t know was if it was just