Rocky Mountain Haven (17 page)

To top off his shitty dilemma, Allison appeared from the ladies’ room and was rapidly approaching behind Helen’s back. Gabe’s mind raced—what could he say to cover his tracks? Helen knew Allison from school as well.

His luck had run out.

“I’m on a date.” He was screwed. Please, God, let Allison forgive him. He ducked past Helen and reached for Allison. She frowned slightly but accepted his hand. One tug allowed him to move in close. He planted his mouth by her ear as he wrapped his arms around her in a pseudo-lover’s clutch. “Sorry, I need your help. Play along, please…”

He twisted them, keeping Allison under his arm. “Babe, you remember Helen?”

Allison stood at his side, a trifle on the stiff side. Then, glory be, she passed her arm behind his back, around his hip and slipped her fingers into his belt loop. It was as if she melted in, all cozy and soft, and for a split second Gabe was very sad this was only a ploy.

“Helen. Haven’t seen you in forever.” Allison spoke politely but without much invitation in her tone.

Helen said hello, her gaze jumping back and forth between them. Then she seemed to lose all interest and shrugged. “Hey, don’t mean to be rude, but I need to get back to the table. Nice to see you, Allison. Gabe…”

She stared for a second, an implied finger-to-the-lips there before she turned her back and strolled casually toward the seating area.

Gabe’s heart rate hovered well above normal, but now he wasn’t sure if it was from dodging a bullet or from the sweet scent of Allison in his arms.

He released her, and they separated, heading though the door in silence. They were well into the parking lot before she glanced back, then burst out laughing. “Gabriel Coleman, it seems some things never change. What was that all about? You trying to make her jealous or—?”

“God, no. Exactly the opposite.”

She laughed harder. “Sorry, but the idea one of the Angel Boy Colemans just used me to avoid a woman makes me a little giddy.”

Gabe’s cheeks heated. Screw it, she was making him blush. “Hate that bloody nickname with a vengeance—it’s worse than what my Six Pack cousins have to put up with. Look, I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to have to explain what we were doing together. It’s none of her business.”

“Well, that’s true, and seeing you with a woman on a…
date
…is probably totally un-newsworthy.”

He sighed. “That’s one of those ‘damned if I do, damned if I don’t’ statements.”

Allison’s laugh was downright addictive, and he considered again why he’d never gone out with her when they were in high school. “Yeah, I promise not to make you answer. Forget it, no harm done. Come on, I’ll show you the shop.”

Gabe waited until she’d gotten into her car before he headed to his truck, marveling how this fact-finding excursion had gotten so complicated. Wondering how crazy it was to be thinking about Allison when he had a life to change a hundred kilometers away from her.

Chapter Fourteen

Beth tossed a few more pillows on the couch and pointed firmly. “Sit.”

Jaxi opened her mouth to protest then slammed it shut, lowering herself and curling her legs up. “You know, it’s not often I agree to this kind of nonsense.”

“Nonsense?” Karen Coleman shoved a potato chip into her mouth. “You mean abandoning the guys, ordering a pizza and putting your feet up while you do nothing for an entire evening?”

Jaxi grinned sheepishly. “I will admit getting pizza brought in is a treat and a half. But it feels weird to leave Blake for the night, if that doesn’t sound all little wimpy girlish. I like spending time with him, even if we are married and all.”

Karen laughed. “I hope you’re still enjoying his company. You worked hard enough to catch the man.”

“Damn right, I did.” Jaxi raised her glass of juice. “So, what do you want to gossip about then? Who’s got a hot new beau they want to share about? Although, Beth, you can’t share anything because hearing you talk about Daniel and sex would be way too weird.”

“So this isn’t a pre-pre-baby shower?” Beth teased.

Jaxi snorted. “Hell no. I’m only in my first trimester. I hope I’m not really showing for a good long time, because you know it’s going to get impossible when my belly is big enough the Coleman boys remember every second of every day. I won’t be able to move, they’ll try to wrap me so tight in cotton.”

“You’ll get enough real baby showers from the rest of everyone down the road. Tonight is just a break—anything the pregnant mom-to-be wants.”

“Pickles and ice cream?” Karen’s sister Tamara poked her head out of the kitchen, pushing the door open with her shoulders and bringing in a tray covered with goodies.

“Don’t be trite. That’s so stereotypical.” Karen removed a few items from the table and helped balance the load on the way down. “Hmmm, but chocolate chip cookies are good even if you’re not preggers.”

Beth smiled at the small group of women gathered in Tamara’s apartment. “Sometimes the stereotypes are true, sorry to say. I had cravings with every one of my kids.”

The conversation took off, and Beth leaned back happily on the couch, diving into the chips and dip and enjoying some female companionship. The knock on the door came far sooner than any of them expected. Beth glanced at her watch in surprise.

She opened the door to discover Daniel’s red-cheeked smile. “Is it really that time already?”

“It’s late, and you said you were going to turn into a pumpkin if you didn’t get to bed on schedule.” He slipped into the room and pulled off his toque and gloves. “Ladies. I’m the taxi service for the night. I have to steal away two of your party, if you don’t mind.”

Karen threw popcorn at him. “Spoilsport.”

“Saucy thing. Hey, you going to stop by and help clear the ice for the skating party before Christmas or should I tell my dad not to bother?”

“What? No ice? That would be anti-holiday. That’s like announcing no toboggan party on Boxing Day. You being the Grinch or something?” Tamara handed over a paper bag and Daniel frowned. She grinned. “Leftover pizza. Don’t ever say the Whiskey Creek Colemans don’t take care of you better than you deserve.”

Jaxi shrugged on her coat and boots, and Beth joined her, bundling against the cold. She turned to give both Karen and Tamara big hugs. “Thanks, girls, that was just what I needed. And anytime you want to come over, you let me know.”

Daniel led them to his truck, and Beth ended up hip to hip at his side, hot air blowing hard over the three of them as they shared the bench seat. “That was a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me, Jaxi.”

Jaxi leaned back, head resting on the window. “Yup, no problem. The girls are sweet, and I love doing stuff with them. Hopefully they’ll be able to stay in the area.”

“Why would they leave?”

Daniel answered first. “Tamara’s got her nursing degree and the apartment in town, but Karen and their little sister Lisa are interested in working the land. It isn’t easy to convince their dad that they can deal with doing ‘a man’s job’.” He shrugged, his hands firm on the wheel as he took them back over the slippery roads. “I don’t agree with Uncle George, especially since Karen is one of the best horse women I’ve ever seen. But…tradition.”

Jaxi’s eyes were closed. “Tradition sucks.”

“I’m not arguing with you, Jaxi. Just telling how it is.”

Beth rested her hand on Daniel’s thigh and let his heat warm her fingers. They were all quiet for the rest of the trip, Daniel driving Jaxi right up to the guest cabin. Blake was there immediately, coming from the main house to wrap an arm around her.

“I’m hitting the sack—this being pregnant is wiping me out. Night, Beth. Daniel, thanks for the ride.”

They waved her off and Daniel backed up carefully. “You too tired for a short walk? You’re dressed for the weather—I thought we could walk the trail back to the Peter’s house—leave my truck here.”

Beth smiled. “A walk would clear a few cobwebs before I try to sleep. The babysitter is—”

“Shoot, I forgot about her.” He changed route and headed down the main drive and around to her front door. “Change of plans. We’ll still go for a walk, but this way I can drive Sandy home, okay?”

Beth took a deep breath of the cold air, the slight tinge of wood smoke from the fireplaces bouncing on her tongue and making her senses come to life. She tucked her glove-covered hand into the crook of his elbow, and they stepped along the well-packed trail. Her boys didn’t give fresh snow any time to accumulate without racing through and marking it up with toboggans and miniature snowshoes.

They were nearly halfway around the loop before she realized she hadn’t said a word. “Sorry, I’m not being very good company, am I?”

Daniel tugged his arm in closer and squeezed her fingers. “Figured you had something on your mind. I don’t need to be filling the air with noise to enjoy your company. But if there’s something you want to talk about, I’m here.”

Beth stopped to stare over the snow-covered field. The moon shone down, creating a narrow strip of glimmer in the midst of the powdery white. “I had a good time tonight.”

Daniel stepped behind and wrapped his strong arms around her, tugging her to his body until she was surrounded. Protected. “Why does that sound as if you’re trying to convince yourself?”

“No, I did have fun. Just…made me think all kinds of things. Sort of one thought led to another, and my brain is so full right now I’m not sure if I’m coming or going.”

He
hmm
ed, but other than that, simply waited.

She was telling the truth. She’d enjoyed the outing—but it stood in such sharp contrast to what her life had been like before, the comparison hurt. The memories ached.

“I haven’t had a lot of girlfriends. Getting out for a night alone…rarely happened. I enjoyed myself, and yet the pleasure of it made me sad that I missed time and friendships over the past years.”

She tried to say it plain and simple. No blame, because there wasn’t a place to put blame anymore.

Daniel turned her to face him. “I can see that. It’s almost a teeter-totter, or as if you’ve been given something and then had it taken away. You didn’t know how much you’d miss it because you’d never experienced it.”

Beth sighed. “You’re a wise man, Daniel.”

He shook his head. “Not really. Just, well, it’s nothing like what you’ve dealt with, but I know…”

This time when he paused, Beth was the one to touch his chest and get his attention back from where she’d lost him. “What’s going on in your head?”

He spoke slowly. “I don’t know that it’s the time for that talk. You warm enough?”

“Tons warm.” She rested her head on his chest and synchronized her breathing with his. “Daniel, am I a terrible person for being a tiny bit jealous that Jaxi’s pregnant?”

He sucked in a quick gasp. If she hadn’t been touching him so intimately, she probably wouldn’t have noticed. “I don’t think you could do anything that would make you terrible.”

Beth clung to her inner fears, refusing to voice them. She might have said they were going to open up more, and she was trying. Even the confession she’d just made was hard enough.

Other secrets were staying buried and dead.

“I am jealous. Just a little bit of me.”

“Doesn’t make you a terrible person. You got your reasons, and that’s facts and life. If you want to know…” He let out a long slow breath. “I understand, maybe not for the same reasons, but I’m a bit jealous myself.”

“You are?”

He cupped her face, his glove warming quickly against her skin. “Well, not that I want morning sickness and a big enough belly I can’t see my toes, no. Maybe I should have said I’m jealous of my brother, but that could sound as if I wish I’d knocked up Jaxi, and that’s not it either.”

He was trying to reduce the stress, she understood where his lighthearted words came from. A laugh escaped in spite of the burning inside. “I can’t have any more babies.”

His smile vanished. “Damn, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been joking around. I—”

She covered his mouth with her hand. “You didn’t know, and I get it. But I wanted you to know. It’s awkward, but it’s a part of my life. I had a miscarriage after Robbie. It was bad, and I…”

Her throat choked up tight.

He squeezed her again, pushing out the pain and allowing her to hide her face. Or was it for his own sake? She wondered a moment later when he spoke toward her ear, his face buried against her neck. “I can’t have kids, I mean, not get anyone pregnant. Caught the mumps last winter and it did a number on my system.”

The pain inside intensified, but now it was for his sake, not her own. “God, Daniel. I’m so sorry.”

She’d thought there was no way a man could possibly understand—but she’d been wrong. It was there in his touch, the tender way he surrounded her as if guarding her from more harm. Sharing his own hidden hurts, his unanswerable desires. She held his head against her, breathing in the same air. The warmth from his lungs heated it, leaving only a slight bite of the icy weather around them to bring in refreshing cold.

They stood for the longest time. Snow slid off branches, landing with plops beside them. Beth sighed then leaned back even as his arms held her cradled against his body.

For today, she thought they’d both had enough sharing. “Well, that was a shining way to end the day.”

He laughed, a low rumble filled with sympathy and caring. “Oh, Miss Beth. Don’t you apologize for letting me in on one of your secrets. One of your precious memories and hurts. I’m so honoured right now you trusted me.”

Trust. It was coming. “Me too. Thank you for letting me know.”

Daniel stroked a finger down her cheek, brushing away a tear she didn’t realize had fallen. “Life goes on.”

That truth contained both pain and hope. “It does seem strange to be so happy for someone and still have this ball of hurt wrapped up inside.”

“And there’s not much a person can say to make it easier. Well-intended platitudes cut like a knife.”

She nodded then shivered, unable to stop it from showing.

“That’s our signal it’s time to head in.” He put a hand on her back, ready to aim her down the path to the house.