Ami Weaver – An Accidental Family (страница 6)
“Hi, Captain.”
“Ben.” The concern in the older man’s voice carried clearly and Ben shut his eyes against the guilt it stirred up. “How are you, son?”
“I’m getting by,” he replied.
“Just getting by?”
“Pretty much.” Ben paused. He didn’t need to paint a rosy picture for his boss. He’d already been ordered to take leave due to the stress of Jason’s death. It couldn’t really get any worse than that.
“Still having the symptoms, I take it.” Not a question.
“Yeah.” When the dream stopped, would he be free of the pain? Did he want to be? Wouldn’t that be disloyal to the friend he’d loved like a brother?
After all, Ben was alive. Jason wasn’t.
The Captain sighed. “It won’t do any good for me to tell you again that it was an accident and not your fault, right?”
“With all due respect, sir, you’re wrong.” The words caught in Ben’s throat. “It was my call. I made a bad one, and a good man—a family man—died because of me.”
“That’s not what the investigation found,” the Captain reminded him softly.
It didn’t matter. The investigators hadn’t been there—in the inferno, in the moment. “I don’t give a damn.” Ben shut his eyes against the waves of guilt and pain that buffeted his soul, tried not to see Callie’s grief-ravaged face. “I know what happened.”
“Ben—”
“Please, don’t.”
There was a pause, then another sigh. “Then I won’t. This time. Son, when you heal, come back and see us. There will always be room for fine firefighters such as yourself and I’d be honored to have you.”
He disconnected the call and the emptiness he’d been battling for the past six months constricted his chest. He could never work as a firefighter again. He no longer trusted his judgment, his ability to read a situation and respond appropriately.
Without those skills he was nothing.
“Ben?”
He looked up sharply, feeling exposed. Lainey stood in the open door with a plate, uncertainty on her beautiful face. He cursed silently. How much had she overheard?
“Rose thought you might be hungry.” She lifted the plate slightly.
He rubbed his hand over his face, afraid the rawness of his emotions showed too clearly. He needed to get them back under control—fast. “Thanks.” He shoved the phone in his pocket and walked over, not wanting to look at her and see pity. Or disgust. He’d seen plenty of both over the past couple of months. She handed him the plate wordlessly, then laid her hand on his forearm before he could move away.
His muscles turned to stone even as the heat from her simple touch sought the frozen place inside him. His gaze landed on hers, despite his best intent. He saw no pity, only questions, and he couldn’t take the chance of her asking them. Not now, with everything so close to the surface.
He cleared his throat and she stepped back quickly, taking her warmth with her when she removed her hand. It was a much sharper loss than he’d like. “Thanks for the pizza.”
“Sure.” She hesitated and he held his breath, afraid she’d ask. Perversely, he was almost afraid she wouldn’t. She gave him a small smile. “Eat it before it gets cold.”
Then she turned and walked into the night before he could tell her how very familiar he was with cold.
And what a lonely place it was.
CHAPTER THREE
AN IMPERIAL SUMMONS was never a good thing.
Lainey had long thought of her mother’s invitations to dinner as such a summons—and more often than not they included some well-meaning but completely off-base idea of her parents’ to “improve her life.”
She’d met her ex at such a dinner. And apparently she was the only one who saw it for the farce it had turned out to be.
Now, if Daniel had been a man like Ben maybe things would have been different. The thought wasn’t as shocking as it might have been, considering she’d been unable to get Ben and the haunted look on his face out of her mind for the past two days. She hadn’t overheard enough of his conversation to find out what was eating him alive, but she’d heard the pain layering his voice, each word laced with more than the last.
Still, Ben struck her as a fundamentally honorable man, not one who would marry for money without dumping his long-time girlfriend first. Like, say, her ex-husband. The good thing was her heart hadn’t been involved—but her pride and self-worth had taken a beating.
Lainey sighed and turned through the thick stone columns into her parents’ driveway. Since her parents were expecting her, the black iron gate stood open. She wound her way up the drive and parked in front of the massive log house that managed to be both rustic and majestic.
Lainey turned the car off and got out. On the plus side Grace, the cook, always put together fabulous meals, so she’d make sure she enjoyed that even while avoiding the bombs that were likely to be lobbed over the table. The front door opened even before she made it all the way up the carefully landscaped walkway.
“Lainey!” her father greeted her in his big voice.
“Hi, Dad.” She allowed herself to be drawn into a hug. Tall and trim, Greg Keeler cut a handsome picture with his dark, youthful looks, a perfect foil to Jacqui’s petite blond paleness. Even in their late fifties, they looked every inch the power couple they’d been for as long as she could remember.
“Come on in. We’re in the family room.”
He turned and Lainey followed him into the large room off the foyer, with its high ceilings, thick carpet and fireplace. While the outside screamed North Woods, inside the only concession to the house’s rustic roots were the thick beams soaring overhead.
Lainey walked across the luxurious carpet, its velvety pile the color of cream, with nary a stain in sight. She tried to picture a baby crawling around in here and failed. Nothing about this room said
Her mother perched on the edge of a chair near the fire. A manila folder lay on an end table next to her.
“Hello, dear.” Jacqui rose and offered her cheek to Lainey, who came around the end of the sofa to place the obligatory kiss.
“Hi, Mother.”
“Have a seat.” Her dad gestured toward the sofa and turned to the mini-wet-bar. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he mixed his drink quickly and took the seat opposite Jacqui.
Lainey flicked her gaze between both of them. There was no reading her parents. Whatever they’d done, they wouldn’t be smug, since they’d consider it a necessary move. She might as well get it over with. “What’s going on?”
Jacqui frowned a little. “Wouldn’t you rather eat first? Grace has a lovely roast chicken prepared.”
Lainey’s shoulders tensed at the deflection. “I’d like to know what’s going on.” She looked at her father but his expression was unreadable. “Dad? Please?”
He down set his drink—a screwdriver, no doubt. “Might as well cut to the chase. Lainey, we want to help you.”
“With your little shop, honey.” Jacqui reached for the folder and the hairs went up on the back of Lainey’s neck.
“My little shop? What have you done, Mother? Dad?” She heard the note of panic in her voice. She’d been safe, had rented the business from Esther Browning, what could they possibly—?
Jacqui beamed. “We thought you’d be pleased to know we bought your building.”
The room tilted a little and Lainey gripped the arm of the chair, struggling to focus on her mother’s clueless face. She couldn’t have heard correctly. “I’m sorry—what? Why?”
“You’re having such a hard time getting this going, and Esther was worried about making ends meet. You know she needs the rent to live on, dear.”
Her father cut in. “Of course not. But there’s reason to believe you might have a hard time making them, so we thought this would help both of you out.”
Lainey sucked in a breath. Poor Esther. The prospect of having the building all paid for, most likely in cash, must have been powerful. She’d done what was best for her, and Lainey refused to fault her for that.
Keeping her voice even, she asked, “But you didn’t think maybe you should ask me? See how I’m doing?” Of course the documents would have been anything but reassuring, but still … Betrayal rose in her throat, the taste bitter, and she swallowed hard. Why was it too much for them to think to include her in the decision making?