Wife by Design. Tara Taylor Quinn
morning.
“Oh, that’s right. I just saw that baseball cap and freaked out, didn’t I?” the woman said. “And he’s got someone with him, too. Lynn, is that okay? Does Lila know about him?”
Standing, Lynn wrapped an arm around the pretty woman’s slim shoulders; this morning Maddie wore a yellow Lemonade Stand oxford shirt with their white logo stitched above the breast pocket. “His name’s Darin,” Lynn said as she led the woman out to the hallway. “He’s going to be doing therapy with you during your session and...he’s...special, Maddie. I was hoping you’d spin some of your Maddie magic on him and help him feel welcome.”
“I just like to be around women.”
“I know, but he’s a nice man. He’s been approved to be here, and I’m asking as a special favor,” Lynn said, praying that her assessment of Darin hadn’t been wrong four years before. And that it wasn’t wrong to trust that assessment a little bit now. “You won’t have to be alone with him at all, and if he makes you afraid, you’re to stop Angelica immediately and she’ll get you out of there.”
She could have told Maddie about the newest patient in what was scheduled as a group therapy session but most often consisted of just Maddie. But she hadn’t wanted her to fret—and blow the situation so far out of proportion that she wouldn’t be capable of trying.
Lynn, stopping on the private side of the door leading out to the lobby, put both her hands on Maddie’s shoulders. “You know we’ve all talked about the fact that you don’t want to live your whole life afraid of men,” she said.
Maddie nodded.
“You and Sara have talked about this a lot and you told her that you understood and would try.”
Maddie was frowning. “But I didn’t know it meant now, Lynn,” she said, her voice trembling. “Sara didn’t say it was now. Does Lila know?”
“Yes.” Maddie’s cooperation wasn’t critical to Darin’s opportunity at the Stand, but it was vital to Maddie’s mental and emotional health. “I believe what Sara explained to you was that you can’t continue to live here forever if you don’t try your best to be healthy. We aren’t a hideout, Maddie, and we don’t want the women who come to us to think that we are. As a resident here, you’re an example to them, so you can’t be hiding out, either. That means you have to be able to be around men occasionally.”
“I know, but―”
“Maddie? Look at me.” Lynn waited.
The pretty blue eyes eventually focused on her. “What Alan did, I don’t want that anymore, Lynn,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “And I...you know...I’m...well...I wasn’t smart enough to stop him.”
All the air left Lynn’s lungs. She’d never heard Maddie acknowledge her challenges. Wasn’t even sure how much she was aware of them.
“Alan abused you because he was a bad person, Maddie, and for no other reason. You stayed because you loved him. Just like lots of the other women here. Think of Jennifer. She’s practically a genius and she stayed.”
“She’s an animal doctor.”
“I know,” Lynn said. “I’ve met Darin, Maddie. He’s a good person, I promise.”
Maddie nodded, but looked at the door in front of them as though she was facing a guillotine.
Grant Bishop had signed all of the necessary waivers on Darin’s behalf, allowing those within the shelter to share his information.
“Darin had a brain injury, Maddie. He...struggles.”
The slender woman’s brows drew farther together as she alternated between biting and licking her lower lip. “Is he retarded?”
“No. And you know we don’t like that word. But sometimes things don’t come together for him like they used to.”
“He’s dumb like me?”
What was this? She’d never heard Maddie sound so derogatory about herself. But then, they’d only been close for a little over a year.
“You aren’t dumb, Maddie.”
“I am, too, Lynn. And Sara says that I have to be strong and face my life, not run from it.”
“Did you tell Sara you were dumb?” There was no way the counselor would have promoted such thinking. Or allowed it if she could help put a stop to it.
Maddie looked down.
And Lynn got a sick feeling. “Who told you you were dumb?”
Maddie shrugged. And mumbled, “No one.”
With a finger under the woman’s chin, Lynn lifted Maddie’s face until she looked her straight in the eye.
“Maddie? You know my rule. It’s okay if you make a million mistakes a day, you just don’t lie to me.”
Her eyes widening in horror, Maddie said, “I don’t, Lynn, I swear I don’t and―”
“It’s okay, I know you don’t.” Lynn gave Maddie’s shoulders a squeeze. “And I need you to tell me who told you you were dumb.”
“I don’t want to get anybody in trouble, and besides, she didn’t tell me.”
“Who did she tell?”
“Regina Cooper with the stitches in her face.”
“And what did Regina say?”
“She told her to shut up because she saw me standing there.”
“She told her not to talk like that because it’s not true,” Lynn said now, letting Maddie off the hook, while making a mental note to prepare Sara for her next session with Maddie. And to mention the incident at their staff meeting later that morning, too.
They’d know who was talking to Regina about Maddie by the end of the day. And if it happened again, the mystery woman would be asked to leave.
“Maddie? Darin Bishop got hurt trying to save his wife,” she said. “I’m trusting you with that information because I know you’re smart enough to know what to do with it.”
Maddie stared at her, blinking a couple of times while she chewed her lip, and then took Lynn’s hand from off her shoulder and clutched it tightly. “Okay, Lynn, let’s go. I’ll be friends with him,” she said.
And for Maddie, that appeared to be that.
In that moment, as she pushed through the door to greet Grant and Darin Bishop, Lynn almost envied the other woman’s simplicity.
CHAPTER FIVE
“I REMEMBER YOU.” Darin’s wide-faced grin matched his five-year-old tone and Grant stiffened, a natural reaction to exposing his older brother to people who might not expect to hear near–baby talk coming from a grown man.
Because if they reacted adversely, Darin would be able to tell and it would upset him.
“You do?” Lynn’s smile appeared genuine as she approached, her gaze meeting Darin’s. She held out her hand. “I’m glad because I’ve never forgotten you.”
“I’m pretty memorable.” Darin shook Lynn’s hand as his voice reverted to that of a grown man. A completely harmless, charming grown man.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m going to work hard because I want to use my arm and because I promised Grant. Who’s that?” Like Grant, Darin had noticed the slender blonde woman in jeans and a staff blouse who was hovering behind Lynn.
Unlike Grant, his older brother had the tact of a child.
“Darin, Grant, this is Maddie,” Lynn said, turning to take the other woman’s hand and pull