Miracle Road: Eternity Springs Book 7 (9 page)

“Well, babycakes, times have changed. I have my hands full on that front as it is.”

Gabi cocked her head and studied him. “How is that going? Is Eternity Springs working its magic on you?”

Lucca aimed a deliberate look toward the wall clock. “Don’t you need to get to work?”

“Seriously, Lucca. How are you doing?”

“I hear your boss is a hard-ass. You’d better get going.”

“It’s one little question. Answer it.” He didn’t respond, and after a moment, Gabi said, “Well, I think it’s a good sign that you haven’t ended up in the sheriff’s office drunk tank again.”

“Eternity Springs has a drunk tank?”

“Not really, no. But people do gossip. I wish you’d talk to me, brother.”

He scowled at her. “Nice weather we’re having.”

“I see you obviously haven’t been here long enough.”

“Good-bye, Gabriella.”

She flashed a grin, then walked over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good-bye, Lucca. I love you, Lucca. Enjoy your lasagna, Lucca.”

He reflected on her question as he sat at his kitchen table a few minutes later and cautiously speared a bite of her lasagna with his fork. Was he glad he’d come to Colorado?

His thoughts drifted back to the previous evening and the time spent with the sexy schoolteacher. He had enjoyed her company. Hell, he’d come close to enjoying it too much. A couple of times there he’d been a breath away from kissing her.

Something about her stoked him. It wasn’t only her looks, though that glorious hair and curvy ass absolutely did do it for him. But she had this, well, glow about her that drew him. She was light and bright and that appealed to him. He was tired of being dark.

Kissing her, however, would have been a colossal mistake. He had a tough enough job as it was keeping a healthy balance of family involvement in his everyday life; no way did he want them involved in his love life.

“Not that I have a love life,” he grumbled and stuck the bite of pasta into his mouth. The moment the food hit his taste buds, he grimaced. Way too much salt. How could she screw up lasagna so badly?
If she does end up working at the B&B, Mom better keep her far, far away from the kitchen.

With a silent apology to his sister, he dumped the lasagna in the garbage and made a ham sandwich. He sat down in front of the television to watch the Rockies game, but by the fourth inning, the walls were closing in. He could head over to Murphy’s Pub, order a beer, and sit out on the patio for a while. He would limit himself to one beer, maybe two. He wouldn’t stay until closing time. Just long enough so that he could come back and fall asleep without feeling claustrophobic.

But instead of grabbing his wallet and heading for Murphy’s, he opened a bottle of Cabernet. Next he grabbed two wineglasses from the cabinet, exited his back door, and walked across his backyard to Hope’s where he stretched out in the same lounge chair he’d occupied the night before. He poured a glass and waited, his face tilted toward the sky.

Ten minutes later, Hope opened her back door. “Lucca, is that you?”

“You expecting somebody else?”

“I’m not expecting anyone. I thought an animal had gotten into the yard. Roxy has been pawing at the back door and barking.”

He started to make a comment about his own animalistic desires, but thought better of it. “Come on out, Hope. It’s another beautiful evening and I want to show you Cassiopeia.”

She joined him and they passed another enjoyable two hours talking about stars and kindergarten and autumn activities in Eternity Springs. As he poured her a third glass of wine—her last, she insisted—she asked, “What’s it like to be an identical twin?”

He considered it, then took the question to the stars. “Gemini, the Twins. The best time to see that constellation is in December. To see it now, we’d have to look for it shortly before dawn. Gemini has always been my favorite, and I’ll never forget the first time we found it, Tony and I. We were ten, I think. Maybe eleven. We snuck out of the house in December and climbed onto the roof at the high school. We had our star charts and a flashlight pointer. When we knew we’d found it, we looked at each other and that connection between us got a little stronger. After we researched all the different myths, Tony and I argued for weeks about which of us was which. In Babylonian astronomy, the main stars were known as the Great Twins and regarded as minor gods.”

“I’ll bet you just loved that.”

“Oh, yeah.” He grinned at the memory. “It was the Greek mythology that brought us to blows, though.”

“Why is that?”

“The Greeks made one twin a god, and the other a mortal. Castor and Pollux were the children of Leda and they were Argonauts. But Pollux was the son of the god Zeus and Castor was the son of the king of Sparta, a mortal. Of course, Tony and I both wanted to be Pollux. We ended up compromising by switching who got to be who every other month.”

“So did Pollux have the better role in the mythology?”

“Not really. Both brothers were Argonauts and they were two parts of a whole so when Castor died, Pollux begged his father, Zeus, to give Castor immortality, and he did, by uniting them together in the heavens.”

“Are you and Tony two parts of a whole?”

Lucca considered the question, picturing his brother the last time he’d seen him. Lucca had been sleeping off a wild night in a Caribbean beach cabana when Tony tracked him down. It was the first time in a long time he’d seen the same disgust on his brother’s face that he’d seen on his own when he looked into the mirror. “At times in our lives, yes. Other times, not so much. These days, we are in one of those not-so-much cycles.”

“Why is that?”

He went silent, not at all willing to answer her question. “Let’s change the subject. When do you start school?”

When she didn’t respond right away, he thought she might press the issue. He didn’t relax until she said, “I start Wednesday. The first day for students is next Tuesday.”

“And you said you teach something in addition to kindergarten?”

“Last year I taught history, but I’m changing classes this year. With a small school like ours, most teachers wear a lot of different hats. Our phys ed teacher resigned yesterday, so I’ll be taking on that job. I’ll be recruiting coaches for our school teams. Want to help?”

“No,” he said flatly, firmly, hoping she wouldn’t press him, because if she did he’d get up and leave, and he wasn’t ready to leave yet.

Luckily, she let it go. “My principal called this morning and asked me to make the change, so the timing of our conversation last night was perfect. I might have made a push to keep my history classes, but what you said about the influence that sports can have on a student’s life made a real impression on me. I’m looking forward to the challenge.”

Her scent distracted him. Some of his sister-in-law’s soap, he decided. The almond-vanilla scent Savannah called Autumn Rain. “I bet you are good at tackling challenges.”

Now it was her turn to hesitate before responding. “Not always. Some challenges have knocked me on my rear. Others, I’m managing, but just barely.”

“Tell me about one of them.”

“I’m divorced. My ex contacts me every so often out of the blue, and that unfailingly threatens to throw me into a tailspin.”

“How does he contact you? Phone? Email?”

“Both. It varies.”

“Why don’t you block him?”

“I can’t. The why is a long story I’m not prepared to tell tonight. Now it’s my turn to ask that we change the subject. So, what did you do today?”

Lucca was intrigued. He wanted to press her, but since she’d respected his wishes, he could do no less for her. “More paint prep. Found a few boards that needed to be replaced, so I had to make a run to the lumberyard. Since that’s just down the street from the bakery, I stopped in for a cinnamon roll. Those things are sinful. Anyway, I walked into the middle of a sitcom. The owner was in labor and her husband was tearing the place up looking for car keys. Then there was this weird-looking dog running around with some sort of half-chewed hose in his mouth and two college-age kids shouting at each other because somebody’d dropped a cellphone and broken the screen.”

Hope laughed. “The dog’s name is Mortimer, but Cam usually calls him the Terminator. He’s a Boston terrier. And yes, the Murphys are having their baby. Celeste called me a little while ago to tell me they’ve gone to the hospital. Finally. Sarah’s more than a week overdue.”

“Cam Murphy. He’s a friend of Zach’s, isn’t he? Runs the sporting goods store.”

“Yes.” Hope gave him a brief background of the Murphy family, and finished by saying, “They are very nice people. It’s such an exciting time for them.”

He started to ask her if she had any children, but since she’d put the brakes on any discussion about her ex, he figured he was better off staying away from that subject. “I never did get my cinnamon roll.”

“Your arteries thank you. Now, I’d better go inside. I have an early meeting at school tomorrow morning that I need to prepare for. Feel free to stay and watch the sky for as long as you want. Thanks for the lesson and the wine.”

“You’re welcome.” He waited until she’d almost reached her back door, a question hovering on his tongue. Did he really want to do this? He couldn’t forget that she was friends with his mother and sister. Did he really want to get any more involved with her and potentially complicate his life that way? His life was already complicated. Why add the redhead to the mix?

Because she intrigues you?

Hell. His indecision decided it for him. He said simply, “Good night.”

He remained in her backyard, on her lounge chair, staring up at the crystal-clear sky for another twenty minutes. When he spied the streak of a falling star, he thought about today’s date. Mid-August. It was a beautiful night, perfect conditions.

Rising, he picked up the wine bottle and empty glasses and made his way home, where he set his alarm and crawled into bed. Some things in life a man simply shouldn’t miss.

When he awoke to the
brrrr
of his alarm at three thirty-five a.m., he rolled out of bed and spoke into the darkness. “Or, a woman, either.”

In her bedroom, Hope lay dreaming.

I sit in the wooden rocking chair nursing three-month-old Holly, and I’m overwhelmed by pure, unadulterated love. The baby makes cooing sounds as her little fist beats against my bare breast. Softly, I sing, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

I glance up as Mark sweeps into the kitchen still tying his tie. He’s wearing the blue one that his mother gave him for Christmas, and he looks so handsome that my heart, already warm and tender with love as I nourish our child, melts. Remembering the wildness of his lovemaking the night before, I smile almost shyly. “Good morning.”

He offers me a distracted smile. “Have you seen the thumb drive I left on our dresser?”

“You put a silver one in your briefcase last night before you came to bed.”

“Oh. That’s right. Do I smell bacon?”

“Holly’s been awake awhile. I thought you might like a big breakfast for a change. Your plate is keeping warm in the oven.”

“I have a breakfast meeting. You should have asked me before cooking, Hope.”

He approaches me and reaches down for Holly. The baby is clamped down hard on my nipple and when Mark yanks her away, I gasp in physical and emotional pain. Holly cries and I rise from my rocker, reaching for my baby, but Mark places Holly into his briefcase and walks briskly toward the door.

“Mark. No. Don’t. My baby! Bring me back my baby.”

“You lost her. You made breakfast. You made a stupid decision. You gave her away. You lost her. You lost her.” The door slams shut. A woman cackles with laughter. “She’s mine now. All mine.”

“No!” Quicksand sucks at my feet as I fight my way to the kitchen door. It won’t open. I pound on the window.
Pound. Pound.
Glass rattles. “No! Holly! Bring her back! Holly!”

Pound.
Glass rattles. A dog barks.

Her heart racing, breaking, Hope opened her eyes to darkness, blinked twice, and realized she’d been lost in a dream. A nightmare.

Pound. Pound. Pound. Rattle.
Roxy barked. What in the world?

Her window. Someone was knocking on her window. Fear washed through her, and for a moment, she sat frozen. What should she do?

Call 911. But as she reached for the telephone beside her bed, she heard the voice. “Wake up. Hey, Hope. Wake up!”

Her thoughts came a mile a minute. Zach? Maybe her house was on fire! She grabbed the robe lying at the foot of her bed even as another possibility occurred to her: Lucca. She glanced toward her alarm clock. Red numerals glowed three forty-eight.

Pound. Pound. Rattle.
“Hope!”

Not Zach. Lucca. At three forty-eight.
He must be drunk.

She moved to the window and wrenched it open. “What in the world are you doing?”

“Finally. You sleep like the dead, woman. Hurry, get dressed. Something warm. I’ll be outside.”

“Um, no. I’ll be in my bed under my covers. Go away, Romano.”

“The next few hours will be the best of the year to see the Perseids. The waxing crescent moon has set. We have dark, clear skies. I know there is a spot up on Sinner’s Prayer Pass that’s perfect for viewing. I wouldn’t want to drive that road in bad weather, but tonight it’s fine. Come with me, Hope.”

Perseids. “A meteor shower.”

“Yes.”

Her gaze trailed back to her clock. She had an early meeting at school and she didn’t function well on too little sleep. She could tell him no—and go back to her bed and to her nightmares. “Give me five minutes.”

Hope dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and hiking boots, then grabbed a jacket on her way out of the door. Excitement hummed in her blood, and she told herself that it was the prospect of seeing a meteor shower that thrilled her rather than the man.

He had the truck running with the heater on and a steaming cup of coffee waiting for her in the cup holder. “Bless you,” she said, taking a sip. “You make good coffee.”