Stephanie Bond – Baby, Come Home (страница 8)

Her heart stood still. He was broader and taller than she remembered. His hair was still dark and wavy, and he was sporting a light mustache and beard, probably in deference to the cooler season. It suited him, she acknowledged, and emphasized his strong jaw. It was jarring to see the boy she remembered matured into a man she didn’t know. His deep blue eyes were still as intense, but framed with character lines that, if possible, only made him more handsome. Tony’s face flashed in her mind for a split-second comparison. She opened her mouth to gulp air and her heart resumed beating.

Kendall appeared to recognize her at the same time and froze. Time seemed suspended, the air between them thick and gluey. Her blood rushed in her ears. How many times had she rehearsed this moment in her mind? She wanted to say something smart and cool, but her tongue was paralyzed. Kendall’s mouth opened, but Nikki interrupted whatever greeting he’d been forming.

“What happened here?” she asked, gesturing to his wrapped hand.

“Kendall was hanging a picture for me and smashed his thumb with a hammer,” Rachel said, unwinding the cloth. “He hurt it really bad.”

“I just need a Band-Aid,” Kendall argued, still staring at Amy.

Hearing his voice again was a shock to her system. Years of travel and experience hadn’t changed his deep tone or his rolling accent. She averted her gaze to his pulpy thumb, fighting the urge to reach out to him. It frightened her how easily she could fall back into old patterns around him, but knowledge was power. She would endeavor to spend as little time alone with Kendall as possible.

Nikki was looking back and forth between Amy and Kendall. “Let’s get your hand cleaned so I can have a better look,” she said, leading Kendall away.

“I’m coming with him,” Rachel announced, confirming Amy’s suspicions that she and Kendall were an item.

“Why don’t you stay here and wash up?” Nikki suggested in a kind but firm voice, indicating Rachel’s own bloodstained hands. Nikki looked back at Amy. “Let’s have dinner tonight?”

“Sounds good,” Amy called.

Kendall looked back at her, too, as if she were an apparition, then disappeared with Nikki.

Amy exhaled. So much for a dramatic reunion. Apparently Marcus had kept his word to stay mum about her arrival. Was it because he knew that Kendall didn’t want her here?

“I hope he’s okay,” Rachel murmured. “His thumb was bleeding like a stick pig.”

“I think you mean ‘stuck’ pig,” Amy volunteered, still stung by the sight of Kendall and Rachel together. Although what had she expected? Of course Kendall had gotten on with his life. Probably many, many times.

Rachel squinted at her. “I know you…Amy, right? You were a patient at the dermatologist where I used to work in Broadway.”

“Right. Amy Bradshaw.”

“Rachel Hutchins,” the woman offered. “Are you just now answering the newspaper ad?”

“No. I’m a structural engineer. I was hired by Marcus Armstrong to rebuild the covered bridge over Timber Creek.”

Rachel’s face lit up. “You’re kidding? I love that bridge. In fact, the man Nikki took away was Marcus’s brother, Kendall. He was helping me hang a picture of the covered bridge in my bedroom when he smashed his thumb.”

“Really?” Amy was surprised at how normal her voice sounded. Evermore Bridge had been her and Kendall’s place. It hurt to know he was sharing the memory of it with someone else.

Rachel nodded. “If you need a picture of the way it looked before, I can get you one.”

Amy bit down on her tongue. Rachel couldn’t know she’d committed every detail of the bridge to memory. She glanced down at the bloody cloth Rachel held that had been wrapped around Kendall’s thumb—it was a cropped pink T-shirt that read “Maybe, Baby.” She’d also memorized every detail of the body of the man Rachel was apparently now cozy with.

“Thank you,” Amy managed to say.

“Hello, Rachel.”

The women turned to see Dr. Cross standing there, gazing up at Rachel as if she were a movie star.

“Hello, Dr. Cross,” Rachel offered as if she were addressing a pesky child.

“Do you need attention?” he asked, then stabbed at his glasses. “Medical attention, I mean.”

Rachel glanced down at her hands. “No…this isn’t my blood.”

His face fell. “Pity.”

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t mean it’s a pity you weren’t hurt…I meant…that is…” He cleared his throat, then tapped the clipboard he held. “I was going through my list of patients who’ve had a flu shot and couldn’t help but notice that your name is missing.”

Amy wryly watched the man’s bumbling attempt to flirt with the blonde who towered over him by a good eight inches. He was obviously besotted. Like Kendall.

Rachel made a face. “No offense, Doc, but I don’t like needles.”

“Ah, but you’ve never had a prick from me.”

Amy bit back a smile.

“When I want a prick,” Rachel said drily, “I’ll let you know.”

“You do that,” he said cheerfully, then wheeled away.

Rachel looked at Amy, then rolled her eyes. “I think I’ll find a ladies’ room and wash my hands. Will I be seeing you around?”

“Probably,” Amy said. Considering she’d be working with Kendall, and Rachel was attached to Kendall at the hip, it seemed likely. When jealousy toward the blonde beauty threatened to surface, Amy squashed it. She had no claim on Kendall. “Could you tell me where I might find Marcus Armstrong?”

“Marcus usually sticks pretty close to the construction office. It’s a trailer down the gravel road that runs alongside the dining hall.”

“Is it walking distance?”

Rachel looked down. “Not if you’re fond of those gorgeous boots.”

“Thanks.” Amy lifted her hand in a wave to Kendall’s girlfriend and walked out of the clinic tingling head to toe. “Kendall’s girlfriend,” she murmured. The words felt surreal on her tongue. That person had always been her.

Amy looked up and down the main street of the new town of Sweetness—also surreal…and different.

Both good things, she told herself as she opened the rear hatch of her SUV to remove a pair of sturdy work boots. Because without attachments, it would be easier to leave this place once Evermore Bridge was rebuilt.

5

Kendall squirmed as Nikki wrapped a bandage around his thumb.

“Does that hurt?” she asked.

“No.” It did, and his big toe hurt, too, but he just wanted to get out of there.

“You look a little flushed.”

He wasn’t about to tell her it was humiliation. For years he’d imagined seeing Amy again, yet when the moment had presented itself, he’d been as tongue-tied as a teenager.

Nikki felt for his pulse on his uninjured hand. “Your heart rate is up.”

From seeing Amy. “I appreciate your help, Dr. Salinger, but I’m kind of in a hurry.”

She nodded. “Rachel is waiting for you.”

He grunted. “I need to get back to work.” He turned his head for a glimpse out the window through slitted blinds, yearning for another look at Amy, wondering why she was here and terrified she’d leave before he could talk to her. “That woman you were speaking to in the lobby…”

“Amy Bradshaw?” Nikki asked. “She’s a friend of mine from Broadway. I thought you might know her—she grew up in Sweetness.”

“I used to know her,” he said absently. “Did she say why she’s here?”

“She said Marcus had hired her to build a bridge.”

Kendall blinked. “A bridge?”

Nikki nodded. “Amy’s a structural engineer.”

He blinked again. “Really?”

“Really. I guess the two of you haven’t stayed in touch?”

“No…we haven’t.”

Nikki smiled. “Looks like you’ll have some time to get reacquainted.”

Kendall pressed his lips together and looked away, his mind churning.