“Stop worrying about me, Ethan. I’m simply between jobs.”
He considered this, considered her. “So you’ve said already.” He lowered his voice to that soothing doctor octave he donned so well. “I know that’s not the truth.”
She opened her mouth to argue.
“Not the full truth, in any case.”
She thought about the tearoom of her dreams, the particulars still fuzzy, yet also thrilling, in her mind. “It’s a long story with a few twists and turns but eventually leading to a happy ending.”
She would make sure of it.
“Tell me more. I have time.” He checked the chunky wristwatch he’d worn ever since his days in the military. “I don’t have to be back at the office for another half hour.”
His tone was so calm, so reasonable, as if she could explain in thirty minutes or less why she didn’t want to take another job in banking. Why she wanted to try something that would require a leap of faith.
“How about I tell you everything tonight when you get home from work?”
“I’m not coming straight home. I have a meeting in Denver.”
“Tomorrow, then.” She patted him on the arm, relieved she would have more time. “I’ll stop by the office and catch you between patients.”
Giving him no chance to respond, she quickly exited the house, shutting the door on whatever response he’d been about to give.
* * *
Thanks to the tiny menace in a fur suit, Connor spent the rest of his day off in the emergency room, where he and the girls waited for news on Samson’s latest victim—their housekeeper, Carlotta.
The puppy had escaped his crate and had proceeded to bolt through the house. With the twins giving chase, Samson had eventually darted into the kitchen and slid directly under Carlotta’s foot, the one attached to her bad knee.
She’d gone down hard.
One look had told Connor he didn’t have the necessary equipment to treat her injury at home, or at the office. Hence this unexpected trip to Village Green Hospital’s E.R.
Connor would have joined Carlotta in the exam room, but she’d insisted he stay with the girls. He’d relented when Megan’s eyes had filled with tears and Ryder Scott, the doctor on duty, had promised to give Connor an update as soon as he knew more.
While the twins watched television, Connor retrieved his phone from his back pocket and thumbed through his contact list. If Carlotta’s injury was as bad as he suspected, he would need alternative child care.
“Daddy?”
He lifted his head.
Megan’s bottom lip trembled. “You’re not going to make us get rid of Samson, are you?”
“Not a chance, sweetheart.” He pulled her into a one-arm hug. “He’s part of the family now.” For better or worse.
So far, it had been mostly worse.
Eyes full of worry, Molly drew alongside her sister. “Samson didn’t mean to hurt Carlotta.”
Connor gave her a reassuring smile. “No, sweetheart, he didn’t.”
He wanted to say more, explain that the puppy needed obedience school stat, but Ryder joined them in the waiting room. The other doctor’s tight expression confirmed Connor’s suspicions. The news was bad.
He stood. Megan rushed past him and tugged on Ryder’s sleeve. “Is Carlotta going to be okay?”
Ryder glanced at Connor before answering, “Sure is.”
The other doctor smiled down at Megan. The gesture wiped away the tension on his face and relaxed his features, reminding Connor of the man’s younger sister. All the Scotts looked alike, but this one favored Olivia the most, right down to the blue-blue eyes, the color of the Colorado sky.
Connor had been thinking a lot about Olivia since their unexpected reunion this morning. Hard not to, since his daughters had chattered nonstop about her all the way home from the park.
She’d certainly made an impression on them.
The image of Olivia’s eyes crinkling around the edges when she smiled at them still hovered in the back of his mind.
“Hey, kiddo.” Ryder tugged on Megan’s ponytail, the only hairstyle Connor had mastered in his four years of solo parenting. “No need for tears. Your housekeeper’s going to live. She just busted up her knee.”
Connor tried not to groan at the description. “How badly busted up are we talking?”
“Broken kneecap, torn ACL. The orthopedic surgeon is with her now. He’s suggesting immediate surgery.”
Translation: months of recovery time.
The girls’ summer break had barely begun. Connor stuffed his phone back in his pocket. “I’d like to see her now.”
Ryder hooked a thumb over his left shoulder. “Third room on the left.”
“Be right back.” He stayed only long enough to determine how Carlotta was feeling, promise he’d take care of any medical bills not covered by insurance and assure her she had a job when her knee healed.
As soon as he and the girls arrived home from the hospital, Connor went to work on his child-care dilemma. He made the first call to his sister Avery a recent college grad home for a few months before she started medical school in the fall.
She answered on the second ring. “Hey, bro. What’s up?”
After he explained the situation, she clicked her tongue in sympathy. “Ouch, poor Carlotta. Tell me what I can do to help.”
“Can you watch the girls tomorrow?”
“I can watch them all summer if necessary.”
“It won’t come to that.” He glanced out into the backyard. The twins were attempting to run off the puppy’s seemingly never-ending energy. Good luck with that.
“I mean it, Connor.”
“I know, Avery, and I appreciate it.” He tightened his hold on the phone. “But I promised you experience in the office before you start medical school, and I’m going to keep my word.”
Resolved to find a solution that would work for everyone, he ended the call.
Closing his eyes, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He was suddenly bone-tired, as if the long, endless days he’d endured since Sheila’s death were finally catching up with him.
He missed his wife, missed her company and the deep, abiding friendship they’d shared since the third grade. Four years since her death, he was past the worst of his grief and moving on with his life. Some days were easier than others; most were just hard work.
He would tackle this latest problem as he did all the others. One detail at a time. He spent the rest of the night either on the phone or waiting for someone to return his call.
Unfortunately, he arrived at his office the next day with his child-care problem still unresolved. Connor would not rely solely on his sister. He would figure out another solution.
His mind on several options, he headed toward the east wing of the building where he had his personal office space. He stepped across the threshold and...
Stopped cold.
Olivia Scott stood beside his desk, seemingly absorbed with the task of writing on a piece of paper beneath her hand.
Connor’s heart took a quick, hard thump. Ethan’s sister