Midnight Thunder(INCR) (4 page)

Once Lexi heard the front door shut, she walked down the hallway and into the guest bath with Ringo in hot pursuit. She set the bowl on the tile, and he buried his nose in it. Quietly she backed out and closed the bathroom door. Later she'd find something to use as a litter box.

After putting on her boots and jacket, she stepped outside in time to see a large black horse backing slowly down the trailer ramp. Cade had a gentle grip on the lead rope. And he was singing.

He had a decent voice, one of the few things about him she'd forgotten over the years. She remembered it now as she listened to his rendition of “
Red River Valley
.” The kids had sung it around the campfire at Thunder Mountain. Back then she'd joined the others in making fun of the sentimental words, but tonight they made her heart ache.

Cade completed the maneuver and paused at the bottom of the ramp to reward the horse with a piece of carrot. Apparently a sound track helped the animal behave. Her career had brought her in contact with a riding instructor who encouraged her students to hum or sing when they were nervous. Lexi had adopted the technique for calming uneasy riders, but she hadn't considered using it for the horses. Now she would.

She waited until Cade finished his song before she left the porch and walked slowly over to him. The horse's coat gleamed in the dusk-to-dawn spotlights that illuminated the circular drive. “He's a beauty, Cade.”

“I had to buy him so I could get him away from my former boss. If he'd stayed there, he would have ended up dead sooner or later.”

Lexi shuddered. “Then I'm glad you bought him. What's his name?” She approached with care.

“Hematite. He was abused as a colt, dismissed as a discipline problem by the time he was two and sold cheap to my boss less than a month ago. Thornwood expected me to straighten him out.”

“Looks as if you're making progress. He unloaded well.”

“And I'm damned glad he did. There were no guarantees.”

“It's dumb to make guarantees where horses are concerned.” Lexi surveyed Hematite. “But as of now, he seems docile enough. Want me to take it from here? I know you're eager to get to the hospital.”

“I am, but I think it would be best if I lead him into the barn. Just let me know where to put him.”

“Follow me.” She wasn't about to push it. Cade knew his horse, and she didn't relish the thought of dealing with an unpredictable animal tonight. Swinging open the double barn doors, she turned on the lights along the aisle between the rows of stalls. “Second one on the right. I laid down fresh straw and put a flake of hay in the feeder. Water's turned on, too.” She walked ahead of him and opened the stall door.

“Thanks. This is great.” He led Hematite into the stall, unhooked the lead rope and rubbed the horse's neck. “You're safe now, buddy. I'll be back to check on you in a few hours.”

Hematite bumped his nose against Cade's arm. Then he walked over to the hay rack and began to munch.

Cade let out a breath as he left the stall and latched it behind him. While he coiled the lead rope, he gazed at the horse. “If I didn't know better, I'd think he understood what I just told him. I've never seen him so relaxed.”

“At the very least, he probably picked up on your relief.”

“I
am
relieved. I had no idea if this would work, if I could transport him from hell to heaven.” He glanced at Lexi. “Thanks for making it possible.”

She shrugged. “Don't thank me. I'm only doing what Herb and Rosie would have wanted.”

“I appreciate it, all the same.” He looked around the barn as if noticing his surroundings for the first time. “Wait, why are there three other horses in here? I thought they were only planning to keep Navarre and Isabeau.”

“I have the same question. The last time I came out to see them, they only had those two, but that was a couple of months ago. When Herb called tonight, he wasn't all that coherent, but I gathered they're boarding.”

Cade frowned. “Boarding? Why?”

“You'll have to ask him. I have no clue unless they need something more to take care of. That would fit.”

He repositioned his hat in a typical Cade gesture. “I suppose so. They love to be of service, thank God. If they hadn't come along...”

Her heart squeezed. “I know.”

“Yes, you do.” He held her gaze. “You know that more than anyone. Lexi, I—”

“Go see Rosie.” She wasn't ready for a heart-to-heart. “We're both tired. We'll talk later.”

He nodded. “All right. But let me say this much. I've missed you every single day.”

She swallowed her instinctive response. She'd missed him every single day, too, but she wasn't going to admit it. “Go see Rosie.”

He turned as if to walk out of the barn. Then he swung back and reached for her. Before she could protest he'd pulled her into his arms and brought his mouth down on hers. It was a hard kiss, a kiss filled with frustration. There was no tenderness, only heat and confusion. It was over before she could respond.

He left the barn without looking back. Heart pounding, she pressed her fingers to her mouth. She still loved him with every fiber of her being. And he still loved her. But as she'd learned five years ago, love wasn't enough.

 

3

C
ADE
WASN
'
T
A
fan of hospitals, especially this one. His mother had died here when he was barely thirteen, before he'd had a firm grasp on the concept of cancer. Years later he'd concluded that the actual cause of death had been hopelessness. But that wasn't a medical term, so cancer had been listed instead.

Coming back here took some white-knuckled determination on his part, but Rosie lay in one of these rooms, so that meant he had to slay his dragons. Everyone he met on his way to her room was wonderful. It wasn't their fault that he dreaded walking these halls with his mother's ghost at his side.

When he came into the room, the sight was terrifyingly familiar. Rosie appeared to be asleep in that sterile white bed, and she was hooked up to a bunch of monitors. Herb rose from a chair and came over to enfold him in a fierce, silent hug. The guy was more bony and fragile than Cade remembered.

For the first time he realized that these people who had been the seawall standing between him and drowning were now vulnerable and in need of protection. That thought focused him more than any other. He could do this.

Herb released him and motioned for them to go into the hall. “She's finally asleep,” he murmured. “I'd hate to wake her up, although she'll be excited to see you. Did Lexi call you?”

“She did.”

Herb nodded. “Not surprised. She's good that way. You sure didn't waste any time getting here.”

“I started out right after she called.”

“Your boss is okay with you taking time off?”

“I quit.” Technically he'd been fired, but better not to get into the full story right now.

“Not because of this, I hope.”

“No, no. I was headed over to another possible job when Lexi called. It's fine, Dad. I can stay as long as you need me.”

Emotion welled in Herb's gray eyes, and he glanced away in obvious embarrassment. “That's...that's mighty nice to hear. But we'll be okay.” He cleared his throat and bravely met Cade's gaze. “Just a little bump in the road.”

“Of course it is. I never thought anything different. But since I was between jobs, I figured I'd come on up for a visit.”

“I'm real glad you did. It's good to see you, son.” He turned back toward the room where Rosie continued to sleep. “I should get back in there. I don't like leaving her alone in case one of those monitors does something funky. But if you drove all night, you must need food or at least a cup of coffee.”

“Just coffee. Can I bring you some?”

“Sure. That'd be great.” He reached in his hip pocket for his wallet.

“Put your money away. Coffee's on me. But listen, I wanted to ask something.”

“What's that?”

“What are those three extra horses doing in the barn?”

Herb looked startled. “How do you know about that?”

“I have a horse now, and I had to drop him off when I got to Thunder Mountain.”

“Oh.” Herb rubbed the gray stubble on his chin. He was only five years older than when Cade had seen him last, but he appeared to have aged considerably more than that. “Rosie and I figured we shouldn't let the space sit idle.”

Cade smiled. “Getting a little bored maybe?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Just wondered. I'll get us some coffee. Be back in a flash.” Moments later, he located a coffee machine in the waiting room, and, as the first cup began to fill, he blew out a breath. So far he'd held himself together, but he could use backup. Good thing he'd called Damon and Finn.

That reminded him to check his phone. Sure enough, he had a text from Damon. He'd be landing at the Sheridan airport around one and wondered if he should rent a car. While the second cup of coffee filled, Cade replied that he'd pick him up.

Immediately Damon texted back.

How's Mom?

Sleeping.

It wasn't much, but it was all Cade knew. He felt a rush of gratitude for Damon, who obviously was worried, too. Having him here, along with Finn, would mean a lot to Rosie and Herb but also to Cade.

By the time he returned with the coffee, Herb was outside the room talking to a fiftyish brunette. A couple of nurses bustled around in Rosie's room, and the curtains had been drawn around her bed. The brunette hadn't noticed him yet, so Cade paused to get his bearings.
Yep. Janine Simmons, Lexi's mom.

Then Herb glanced his way. “Here's Cade. The nurses kicked us out, son. Taking vital signs and such.”

Janine looked as if she'd rushed over without putting on makeup or fixing her hair. She had Lexi's eyes, something that had always made her seem accessible and familiar. But there was nothing friendly about her expression now. “Hello, Cade.”

“Good to see you again, Mrs. Simmons.” He handed one of the cups to his dad and offered her the other one. “You're welcome to this if you want it.” As a peace offering it wasn't much. Five years ago he'd broken her daughter's heart. A cup of coffee from a vending machine probably didn't make up for that.

“Thanks, but I need to get going. Lexi called me a little while ago to tell me Rosie was in the hospital, so I threw on some clothes and came over. Aaron's at a dental conference in Billings so I have to go home and feed the dogs.” She gave Herb a quick hug. “I'll be back in a couple of hours. Call if you need anything in the meantime.”

“Thanks, Janine. I will.”

Her gaze flicked to Cade. “It's good that you're here.”

“I know.” He accepted the rebuke in her voice. He deserved it for...many reasons.

As she walked away, Herb put a hand on Cade's shoulder. “Don't let her lay a guilt trip on you.”

“But I
am
guilty. First I disappointed her daughter, and then I let my issues with Lexi keep me from coming to see you and Mom.”

“Water under the bridge. You're here now, and that's all that counts. No point in dwelling on the past unless you're remembering good stuff.”

Cade absorbed the wisdom of that. “I've really missed you.” He hadn't realized how much.

“I missed you, too, but I don't ever want you or any of the boys to feel obligated to come and see us. That's not how we roll.” He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced.

“Sorry. It's what I could find.”

“Never mind. You're supposed to get bad coffee in these situations. I think it's a rule.”

Cade smiled, relieved to see some of Herb's spunk returning. He drank his coffee, and sure enough, it was awful. “By the way, I heard from Damon. I'll pick him up from the airport at one this afternoon.”

Herb's bushy eyebrows rose. “Lexi called him, too?”

“No, I did.” He sipped the coffee because he needed the caffeine. “Finn, too.”

“You're starting to scare me, boy. Rosie's not about to die, you know. It could be nothing more than indigestion.”

If Cade hadn't experienced the desperate hug when he'd first walked in, he might have believed Herb wasn't concerned. But the little speech was pure bravado.

Cade wasn't going to call him on it, though. “I realize that. We're all just looking for a good excuse to pester you guys.”

“Cade?” Rosie's voice caused them both to turn toward the open door. “Is that you out there?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Rosie made an impatient noise and addressed the nurses who were still in the room. “Hey, you two, I'd surely appreciate it if you could put me back to rights and open the curtains. I need to hug my son.”

Both of them laughed. “Rosie, are you going to be a difficult patient?” one asked.

“Only if this blood-pressure business takes all blessed morning, Sally.”

More laughter and teasing followed. Cade should have anticipated that Rosie would be on a first-name basis with the hospital staff. She'd had a long career in social services and knew nearly everyone in town.

Eventually the curtain was pulled back, and both nurses headed for the door. The short, stocky one smiled at Cade as she came out of the room. “She's all yours, cowboy.”

“And tell her to stop scaring us like that,” said the taller one.

“Yes, ma'am.” Cade polished off his coffee and looked around for a trash can.

“Cade?” Rosie sounded pretty strong for a sick woman. “Get a move on, son!”

“Give me that.” Herb lifted the empty cup from his hand. “You go on in.”

Cade took off his hat and made sure he had a smile on his face as he walked into the room. “You've been instructed to—”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard.” Rosie looked a little pale, and her hair, which she'd started coloring a light blond, wasn't styled the way she normally did it. But her blue eyes were bright and filled with love. “Come over here, you big galoot.”

His breathing stalled. She was so important to him. Herb was right that guilt didn't do anyone any good, so he'd work on eliminating that. But he might not be able to erase the regret over staying away so long.

Being careful of the IV, he leaned down and gave her a cautious hug. He breathed in the antiseptic smell that reminded him of bad times, but Rosie's signature floral scent was there, too, which he associated with good times. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, but I hope you didn't jeopardize your job to come see me.”

“Nope.” He kissed her cheek and moved back. “Your timing was perfect.”

“Glad to be so accommodating, but why was it perfect?”

“He quit last night,” Herb said as he walked into the room. “I think there's a story there considering that he brought a horse with him.”

“And a cat. I hadn't planned on the cat.”

Rosie smiled. “It's like old times when you boys used to haul home every stray for miles around. So where are these animals now?”

“At the ranch. Lexi's watching them for me.”

Speculation filled Rosie's gaze. “So you've talked to her, then.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He wondered if she could tell by his expression that he'd also kissed Lexi. Whenever he wasn't worrying about Rosie and what might be wrong with her, he was thinking about Lexi. He'd forgotten how good her mouth felt, and now he wanted to kiss her some more.

“How'd that go?”

“Fine.” This wasn't the conversational direction he favored. “But enough about that. I want to know about you.”

“You wouldn't be trying to change the subject, would you?” She gave him a knowing smile.

“Maybe. But seriously, what do the doctors think is going on?”

“They aren't sure yet, although I'll bet it's just a bad case of indigestion.” Rosie's jaw firmed as if she wouldn't tolerate any other diagnosis.

“They have to run more tests,” Herb said. “We should know something in another day or so. Like she says, it's probably nothing, but better to be safe than sorry.”

Cade nodded. “Agreed.”

“Anyway,” Rosie said, “you can see I'm in good hands. Judging from the way you look, I'll bet you drove all night to get here. I appreciate you doing that, but now you should go back to the ranch and get some sleep.”

“I'm okay.”

“You're dead on your feet. Herb, talk him into going home. In fact, you should go with him. I'll be fine here.”

Herb glanced at Cade. “I'm going to hang around a little longer, but she's right. Go home and rest. You can come back later, after you pick up Damon.”

“After he does what?” Rosie pushed a button that adjusted the bed, letting her sit up a little more. “Damon's coming in?”

“At one today.” Belatedly Cade realized that having them all descend might be alarming rather than comforting. “And Finn's coming, too, but that doesn't mean we think—”

“That I'm about to croak? I hope not! Unless Herb knows something he's not telling me.”

“I swear I don't.” Herb held up both hands. “I had nothing to do with this. Lexi called Cade, and Cade called the other two.”

“And it might boil down to indigestion,” Rosie repeated, shaking her head. “What in heaven's name did Lexi say to you, Cade, that started this frantic race to my bedside?”

“It's my fault.” Herb scrubbed a hand over his face. “You showed all the classic signs of a heart attack. For all we know, you actually had one. When I called Lexi and asked her to come over and watch the place for us, I might have been a little...upset.”

“Oh.” Rosie's expression softened as she looked at her husband. “I guess I scared you worse than I thought.”

Herb shrugged. “I, um...” He paused to clear his throat. “Yeah, I was scared.”

Her voice was gentle. “You still are.”

“A little. But you're looking lots better, and I'm sure you're right that it's nothing to be concerned about. Anyway, the boys will be here. That's good news, right?”

“Yes, it certainly is.” Rosie glanced at Cade. “But when you talk to them, could you let them know I'm not at death's door? And don't let them bring flowers. That would really freak me out, if I thought I'd be in here long enough to need flowers.”

“Got it.” Cade hadn't thought about flowers, mostly because nothing had been open when he'd driven into town, but Damon and Finn might have insisted they bring her some. Good thing Rosie had said something or she likely would have ended up with three monster bouquets.

About that time his cell chimed, indicating a text. “That could be Finn.” He pulled out his cell. “Yep. He'll be in a little after three.”

Rosie sighed. “I don't want to think about what those plane tickets must have cost, but what's done is done, and I'll be tickled to see you all together again.”

“I'm sure they don't care what the tickets cost.” Just like Cade hadn't worried about giving up a potential job opportunity. Some things were more important.