“It will be interesting, to say the least.” Not like the gloom and doom his grandfather had presided over. James Blackstone had demanded the appearance of a family dinner, but they had been mostly silent events with none of the laughing, joking and talking Luke associated with that idea. Especially not since his mother’s car accident.
As he came to his feet, the quizzical little smile Avery gave distracted him. He saw nothing else. Not taupe walls, nor yellow scrubs. Just pale blue eyes and bow-shaped lips moving closer as she stepped forward.
Before he could reach for his cane, his legs gave him the old heave-ho and collapsed. Avery had moved close, too close to miss out on his game of Timber. Down they both went.
He tried to twist, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. They hit the floor hard. Or rather, Avery did. Luke’s arms worked better than his legs, catching him before he landed on her. Oh, that elbow was gonna bruise. Of course, the rest of his body couldn’t help but tangle all up in hers.
They came to rest hip to hip, stomach to stomach, and all of Luke’s pent-up need was blatantly evident. Once more, the first thing that popped into his head came out of his mouth, even though he knew he’d pay for it later.
“Sweetheart, you’re the softest landing place I’ve had in a while.” The scary part—it was true.
For once, Luke was able to walk into breakfast at Blackstone Manor like a normal person, albeit relying on his cane, instead of a hunched-over hobbit moaning in pain. He tossed Christina a grin as he approached the breakfast dishes on the mahogany sideboard.
Though she seemed a little pale and not her usual serene self this morning, she returned his smile. “Someone’s looking much better than the last time I saw him,” she teased.
Since neither of his brothers were there to rag him, Luke spoke freely. “I swear that woman has magic in her fingers.”
“I bet.”
Without thought, Luke whipped his head around, pinning her with a glare until he realized she was joking with him. Busted.
Christina raised her hands in surrender. “Just kidding.” But that smug smile said she’d gotten all the information she needed.
The pressure to explain rose. For once, he gave in. Maybe if he talked some of his thoughts out, he could make more sense of them. Somehow, he could share with Christina things he’d normally keep to himself. He attributed it to her peaceful bedside manner. His brother Aiden was one of the few people who could shake her calm attitude.
Yet he was grateful to be filling his plate as he spoke, instead of facing her across the lace-covered table. “Avery gave me a massage after my session yesterday. My muscles haven’t felt this good since before my accident.”
“Nice,” she murmured. Again she tossed him the knowing look, but thankfully she held her teasing. “She worked on my shoulder once. Definitely skilled. I’m glad she could help you out.”
Why did he remember his therapeutic massage with less-than-clinical nuances? He shouldn’t...he knew he shouldn’t. Trying to shake the memory, he finished filling his plate and settled across the table from Christina.
She went on. “This is the most pain-free I’ve seen you since you moved back.”
Luke was a little shocked himself.
Christina studied her plate for a moment. “I know it seems silly to be worried about a grown woman, but Avery has pulled away some since KC and I became involved with your brothers. Maybe hanging out with us makes her feel like a third wheel. But I think Avery needs someone to shake her out of her rut, so to speak.” She gave Luke one of her patented purposeful looks.
He didn’t disappoint. “Well, I do need a hostess for dinner.”
Christina lowered her fork despite the bite of waffle on the end. “She agreed?”
“Yes. She tried to brush me off, so I told her how much you missed her...and how disappointed you would be if she didn’t come.”
He leaned back in his chair, accompanied by a creak of wood. Part of him wanted to confess how conflicted he was, how much he wanted Avery to come to dinner for himself. He didn’t want to admit to the attraction that grew every time he saw her, but he was drawn to the chance to make the laughter, the spark of life in Avery’s eyes grow.
“She’s funny—so dedicated to her work, holding fast to this therapist-patient bit. But I think she needs someone to push her outside her safety zone.” A cohort in crime, so to speak. Luke didn’t want Christina to know how desperate he was for the job.
The whole time he spoke, Christina’s expression grew in excitement until she practically glowed. “So you are interested! I knew it.”
Uh-oh. Christina would be unbearable once she thought she was right.
“No, ma’am.” He would not let anything sexual even start between him and Avery. Not when he had no plans to hang around. She was obviously rooted in this town, and the last thing he could see himself as was a small town husband. “You can put that emerging matchmaker back in her cage, because it’s not gonna happen.” He waved his arms around the room. “This version of happily-ever-after is not for me.”
“That’s what Aiden and Jacob said,” she mumbled beneath a smile.
“I’m serious, Christina.” Christina’s astute look had him adding, “I just want to be her friend. I owe her that.” And much, much more. Even though he’d brushed her off as a teenager for all the right reasons, he still felt bad about it now.
“As long as you’re careful with her,” Christina gave the obligatory warning, but Luke could see her concern for her friend in her darkened eyes. “Honestly, she deserves more than a little bit of fun after all she’s been through.”
“Has it been rough since her mother died?”
“Oh, it was rough way before that.” Christina shifted the pieces of waffle on her plate as a thoughtful look softened her face.
“How come I haven’t heard anything about her when I’ve been home?”
“Because there wasn’t much to hear. She went to college and things were good until the summer after her sophomore year. Then her mother was diagnosed with cancer. She’d been dating a guy pretty steadily, but when she buckled down to finish her studies early, he lost interest.”
Ouch. Just what she needed—someone who abandoned her the minute she needed support.
Christina stared into space as she spoke. “She was home as much as her studies would allow, but she finished within a year and a half. Came home and started to build her clientele while taking care of her mom full-time.”
“How long was her mom sick?”
“She went into remission once, for a couple of years, I think?” Christina shook her head, sending her thick, dark hair swinging. “She died almost two years ago.”
Wow. “That’s a long time to be a caregiver.”
“Yeah,” Christina whispered, trailing off into silence that was punctuated by the clink of their silverware. Finally she said, “She’s given her all for Black Hills, but she deserves more—just for herself. I’m glad to see she isn’t going to settle.”
Luke thought of dinner and Avery’s lack of response to Mark’s hand at her back. “You mean that Mark guy?”
“Don’t get me started,” Christina groaned.
“Please don’t,” Aiden added as he strolled into the room. “Her