Evening Hours. Mary Baxter Lynn

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ

      Her verbal warning did no good. Her mind settled back on Cutler and wouldn’t let go. Had he been as attracted to her as she had been to him? His gaze had held a special gleam, one she had never noticed in a man’s eye, though she was certainly no expert on men. Relationships had never been in the cards for her, nor could she have explored any had they been. She’d been too busy trying to put her body and soul back together and trying to craft a life for herself outside the handicapped world.

      She hated the word handicapped, but she despised the new socially correct “special needs” term even more. She didn’t want to think of herself as special in any way. Or needy. She just wanted to be thought of as normal.

      Unfortunately, that often became impossible, even for her.

      When she got tired and her leg refused to function, she had to depend on her leg brace. That was when she noticed the pitying glances. They gagged her now just as they had so many years ago.

      Suddenly Kaylee found herself traveling back in time to that fateful day when she had awakened from surgery to find her dad sitting beside her bed, his face twisted and drenched with tears.

      “Daddy, where am I?” she remembered asking in a weak, trembling voice.

      “In the hospital, baby.”

      “Why?”

      “There’s been an accident,” he choked out. “Don’t you remember?”

      

      She thought for a moment, then said, “No. What happened?”

      “You just got out of surgery.”

      “Is that why I hurt so badly?”

      “Are you in pain?”

      “My leg—”

      “I’ll call the nurse.” He punched the button on the side of the bed.

      “How bad am I injured?”

      “Oh, God, baby—” Edgar’s voice broke and he couldn’t go on.

      “Tell me, Daddy.”

      He must have heard the panic in her voice, because he blurted out the words that changed her forever. “You had a wreck and hurt yourself real bad.”

      “Mom? Mom was with me, wasn’t she?” When he didn’t answer, Kaylee went on, her voice in the shrill range. “Wasn’t she?”

      “Yes, baby.”

      “Where is she now? Why isn’t she here with me?”

      Edgar put his head down and sobbed.

      “Daddy,” she cried, placing a hand on his head and burying it in his hair. “Where’s Mom?”

      “She can’t be here, baby,” he sobbed.

      “Why not?”

      “She…she didn’t make it.”

      At first those horrible words didn’t penetrate, so she asked, “What do you mean?”

      “She’s…she’s dead, baby. Your mother died on impact.”

      “No!” Kaylee let out a wail that sounded like a wounded animal’s cry.

      

      Edgar raised himself just enough to fold her in his arms, his chest absorbing the brunt of her sobs.

      “I want my mother,” she cried over and over. “I want my mother. I want my mother….”

      It was fresh tears falling on her arm that brought Kaylee back to reality. She raised her head and struggled to swallow the huge lump lodged in her throat. Dear Lord, she hadn’t taken that stroll down memory lane in years. But whenever she did, it racked her body and soul, rendering her useless for hours, days, even weeks.

      This time was no exception. She felt spent, utterly drained and so depressed that she wanted to curl into a fetal position in the closet and say to hell with the world and everyone in it.

      She wouldn’t do that. Pity parties where she was the only one in attendance were another part of her past that no longer existed, but she knew that hadn’t always been the case. Once she had gotten over the shock of her mother’s death, she’d had to deal with another shock—her broken body.

      And guilt. Even though the accident hadn’t technically been her fault—the other driver had been charged—she had nonetheless borne the responsibility of causing her mother’s death.

      That, combined with the fact she would never be a vibrant sixteen-year-old turning cartwheels and dancing at will, had turned her into a monster, especially after her daddy had told her that she might not walk again and would definitely suffer permanent scarring on the lower half of her body.

      Kaylee didn’t realize she was no longer alone until she turned and saw her father standing behind the French doors watching her. Knowing it was too late to mask her tears, she motioned for him to join her.

      Once he was outside, he walked over and silently pulled her into his arms.

      “I’m so glad to see you, Daddy,” she whispered, clinging to him as tightly as she had done so many times in the past.

      “You’re still my baby and you can always count on me.”

      Three

      Cutler’s desk was piled high with files and folders.

      He looked at them, feeling a knot form in the pit of his stomach. If he didn’t get off his ass things were going to start unraveling. He couldn’t afford that. Not in an election year.

      Not in any year. His high standard of ethics wouldn’t allow it.

      As he peered at his calendar, a sigh split Cutler’s lips. Two major cases were on the trial docket, cases that even his top assistant wasn’t up to prosecuting. That responsibility fell squarely on his shoulders.

      Both were controversial, with the potential to explode, and that was precisely why he had to be perfectly prepared. Losing was not something that interested him. When he walked into a courtroom, he expected to walk out a winner. He would accept nothing less.

      Cutler glanced at his watch. He and Angel were due to meet as soon as he made it to the office. Too bad he hadn’t told his prime investigator to meet him early, but he knew Angel wasn’t in the best of moods first thing in the morning. Besides, it was barely seven and all his staff worked more nights than not. Ergo, he needed to cut them some slack. That was hard, because he required very little sleep.

      Coffee could take most of the credit for that, Cutler reminded himself. Thinking of coffee made him realize he hadn’t taken advantage of the pot he’d brewed minutes after he’d walked into the office. He’d had several cups at home, but those didn’t count. He was just getting started.

      Moments СКАЧАТЬ