Molly Evans – One Summer In Santa Fe (страница 7)
“Yes. I’ll be right back.” She stood. “I see the lights.”
In minutes she returned with the crew, carrying medical equipment. They hooked the man to the monitors, checked his blood pressure and watched his heart rhythm bounce across the screen.
“I’m Piper and this is Dr. Jenkins. What’s your name?” Piper asked, and patted his arm gently, her voice a soothing tone that even Taylor was responding to.
“Jesse. Jesse Farmer.”
“BP’s low,” a paramedic said.
Taylor watched the heart monitor, interpreting the rhythm. “Looks like he’s in third-degree heart block, too. No wonder he fainted.” Potentially not good. “Jesse, have you ever been told you have a heart condition?” He spoke to Jesse, but kept his eyes on the monitor.
“Once. But it went away.”
“Heart conditions don’t generally go away,” he said, knowing that many patients resisted the idea of their bodies failing. He would, too, he supposed. But ignoring medical advice and symptoms only led to disaster.
“My cardiologist said I need a pacemaker, but I didn’t like that idea.” Another paramedic placed an oxygen mask over Jesse’s face.
“Well, this incident tonight proves that you definitely need one. That means immediately. Boys, take him in. Have the external pacemaker on him and ready in case he loses his rhythm during transport.” Taylor helped them lift the stretcher while Piper reassured Jesse.
“What about Muffin?” Jesse cried, and gripped Piper’s arm.
“We’ll take care of Muffin,” Piper said, and patted Jesse on the arm. “You need to call your family as soon as you get to the hospital so someone can come be with you. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“Okay. Okay.” He lay back on the stretcher as exhaustion overcame him.
Taylor stood beside Piper as the ambulance pulled away. “So how do you think we should deal with Muffin?” he asked.
“I have some supplies in my car and can put him in a hazardous materials bag. If it’s been killed by a rabid coyote, isn’t someone going to want to know about it?”
“Wildlife Department. Let’s collect the remains, and then I’ll call them.” He looked at his watch and noticed the timer continued counting down the seconds of his commitment to Alex. “It’s probably too late for them to come get it. They’ll tell us what to do, though.”
Fifteen minutes later they had trekked to Piper’s car, collected Muffin’s body and placed it in Piper’s trunk. “That ought to do it,” she said, and squirted hand sanitizer in her palm and offered some to Taylor. “Just in case.”
“You come prepared, don’t you?” he asked, and rubbed the solution into his hands.
“Girl Scout of long ago and a home-care nurse sometimes.” She held up three fingers of her right hand and crossed her thumb over her pinky in the Girl Scout salute.
Full darkness had fallen and streetlights flickered on.
“Damn. I almost forgot about Alex.” Taylor looked at his watch, near to panic. “I was only supposed to be gone an hour and it’s been nearly two.” He was such a failure at being responsible.
“He would have called you if something was wrong, right?”
“Probably. Just the same, I’d better get home.” If something happened to the kid, he’d never forgive himself. He’d not only disappoint Alex, he’d disappoint his sister, too.
“Why don’t I drive you? It’ll be faster.” She placed her hand on his arm in a small gesture of reassurance.
“Thanks. It’s not far.” Relief poured over Taylor. He’d known Piper about two days, and she’d already been incredibly helpful to him. Somehow he was going to pay her back.
“With wild coyotes out there, you shouldn’t take any chances, right?”
“Right.” He grinned as Piper climbed into the little sedan he barely fit into.
Chapter Four
WITHIN minutes, Piper had delivered Taylor to his house.
“Come in a minute while I check on Alex, and then I’ll call the Wildlife Department. Let me at least offer you a glass of water or something.”
Piper followed him through the garage, the kitchen and into the living room where Alex sat on the couch in his pajamas, listening to a headset and reading a book.
Startled at their abrupt presence in front of him, he jumped slightly and ripped the headset off. “What?”
“Are you okay?” Taylor asked. He stepped closer and ran a hand through his hair. “I was gone a lot longer than I told you.” He’d promised to take care of Alex. He just didn’t know how he was going to accomplish that by himself. Being thrust out of airplanes was a lot easier than being thrust into fatherhood. Or unclehood, or whatever you wanted to call it. The domain of the responsible adult male. A place he’d purposefully avoided and here he was standing kneedeep in it.
“You were?” Alex shrugged, his eyes wide and just a bit too innocent. “I didn’t notice.” He patted the book in front of him.
“What are you reading?” Piper asked, and stepped closer to the boy.
“Uh,” Alex said, and looked down.
Piper followed his glance and tried to hide the smirk that wanted to erupt onto her face. Reaching for the book, she turned it right side up and returned it to his lap. “You might want to try reading it this way. It’s a lot easier.”
Beneath his tawny skin, Alex flushed to the roots of his hair. “Busted,” he said under his breath, his lips barely moving.
“Busted is right,” Taylor said with a frown. “I thought you said you were going to read.”
“I was. I mean, I really wanted to, but I got so excited about tomorrow that I had to play some video games to calm down.” He leaped from the couch to reveal a horrific large stain on the fabric that the peroxide obviously hadn’t conquered. “Piper, Uncle T. signed me up for rock-climbing camp tomorrow. Thanks!” He gave her an exuberant hug and then raced to Taylor. After a brief hug, he pulled back. “Oh, gross. You’re sweaty.”
Taylor’s face revealed momentary shock before he laughed. “I am, man. Sorry.”
Alex backed away and walked toward the hall to the bedrooms. “Well, at least now I know what a polecat smells like. ’Night.”
“’Night, Alex.” Piper stood and redirected her attention to Taylor. “What was that about a polecat?” she asked.
“A previous discussion on personal hygiene,” Taylor said without elaborating. The light sparkling from her eyes intrigued him. He’d been around plenty of women who climbed mountains, jumped from planes and raced bicycles. The intensity flowing off Piper was a different sort of energy. One he’d not been around much before. One that was comforting and settling. Completely foreign to him. “Yes, well. I’ll call Wildlife and see what we need to do with the dog.”
Minutes later, Taylor hung up the phone. “It’s too late to send someone over tonight from their office, so Animal Control is coming over. We’re not supposed to touch it any more than necessary and to wash well.”
“Sounds good.” She sighed. “I feel so bad for the poor thing. But at least, from the sound of it, it was quick.”
They noticed a young presence at the door and turned. “Can I see it?” Alex asked.
“No,” they said in unison.
“Aw, c’mon.” He scuffed a bare foot on the tile floor.
“You’re supposed to be in bed.” Taylor stood and turned Alex by the shoulders and nudged him back to his temporary bedroom.
“I needed a drink, and I heard you talking about the rabid coyote.”
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“Uncle T., even
“You’re right. But it’s long gone now, and it’s bedtime for you.”
“It’s summer, can’t I stay up longer?”
“You have your first day at camp tomorrow, so I’d suggest getting a good night’s sleep. When I’m going on a climbing expedition, even I go to bed a little early.” For him that was midnight, usually. Sleep was a luxury he didn’t always have or take advantage of when he had it.
“Okay.” Ducking his head down, Alex shuffled his way down the hall. A large yawn interrupted his goodnight, and he disappeared from sight.
“I think I’ll head home, too.” Piper raised her brows, her inquisitive gaze holding on Taylor’s for just a lingering second, and a hint of that sizzle between them returned. “It’s been a lot more interesting evening than I had anticipated. From a walk in the park to a medical rescue to a rabid coyote. Wow.”
“No kidding. Got more than you bargained for.” Taylor walked her outside, retrieved the animal carcass from her trunk and placed it on the sidewalk by the front door. Animal Control should be arriving soon.
“See you tomorrow,” Piper said, and drove away.
In silence, Taylor watched until the small car faded from view. What was it about Piper that had captured his attention? The blue eyes, the sensual mouth that looked like it needed a long, hot kiss? Or the curves his hands itched to try out.
Taylor entered the house and flopped down on the couch, pressing his hands against his face. Though the enormous stains on the carpet and couch were glaring in their contrast to the fibers, Piper hadn’t said anything. She was certainly polite, intuitive when it came to children, a good nurse. But none of those things were what had intrigued him. Maybe it was the spark of laughter in her gorgeous eyes or the sizzle of attraction that had unexpectedly flared between them. Kissing her would be—