A Sheltering Love. Terri Reed

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      He left her on the grass and went around to the back of the building where the smoke seemed to originate. Two garbage cans were on fire directly below an open window as well as the wooden slats of the back porch.

      Pillows of black smoke rolled into the kitchen. The flames were licking at the back door and the ceiling of the porch, curling the gray paint and blackening the wood, which crackled and snapped.

      Nick skirted around the fire to where a garden hose lay rolled on the ground. The faucet turned easily and water sprayed out. He aimed the spray on the door and porch since that would be where the damage would be most devastating.

      Off in the distance the wail of a siren drew close, bringing hope of help. Within minutes firemen bustled about, waving off Nick and his efforts. He dropped the hose and headed back toward where he’d left Blondie.

      He spotted her as he came around the corner and his chest tightened more. Grass clung to her hair, streaks of soot marred her creamy complexion and smeared her white blouse and jeans.

      Two paramedics were tending to her. Or rather, trying to. She brushed away their attempts to get her into the ambulance. Nick stepped over a fire hose as he approached.

      “No, I can’t leave,” she said as she dodged one EMT and snagged the arm of a passing fireman. “Do you know how much damage has been done?” Her voice rasped with the effects of the smoke. A purple goose egg formed on her forehead.

      “Not yet, ma’am.”

      She dropped her hand away and the fireman continued on, giving Nick a nod as they passed each other.

      The worried lines framing her mouth deepened and her eyes were troubled as she turned to face Nick. She closed the distance between them in a rush of steps. “Is everything ruined?”

      The anxiety in her voice tore at his heart. He didn’t want to care. He couldn’t. “Hard to tell. The fire department will let you know. You need to go with the paramedics and let them check you out.” He took her elbow and steered her back toward the ambulance.

      “I need to find the puppy!” She doubled over, coughing.

      He held fast as she tried to pull away from his hold on her elbow. “What you need to do is let them take care of you.”

      “But who’s going to take care of things here?” She made a sweeping gesture with her hand. “I have to be here.”

      “Is there someone, a friend, a family member, you could call who could come?”

      Two little lines appeared between her dark blond brows. “This place is my responsibility.”

      Was she a control freak or did she really not have anyone she trusted to help? What did it matter to him, anyway?

      But it did matter. This happened because of him. His interference. He felt responsible for her. For her situation.

      “I’ll tell you what. I’ll stay—make sure the police and the firemen have everything they need—while you go with the paramedics.”

      “You’ll stay?” Big tears filled her eyes. She rapidly blinked them away.

      That knot twisted another notch, warning him he was getting too involved. But guilt was a stronger motivator than self-preservation. He owed her a debt because he’d brought this on her.

      He gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll stay.”

      She sagged and allowed him to help her into the ambulance.

      “Wait,” she called as he stepped back. “You’ll find the puppy?”

      “Sure.”

      Her smile held gratitude. “Thanks. His name’s Nick.”

      Their gazes held for a moment before the doors of the vehicle closed.

      Nick stared after the ambulance. She’d named the puppy after him. Flattered warmth spread through him, heating his face. He was treading water in the deep end.

      Not my problem?

      He scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

      Claire sat on the gurney waiting for the emergency-room doctor to return. She swung her bare feet, picked at the cotton hospital gown and tried to ignore the noises from the other exam rooms.

      She felt vulnerable and exposed, but mostly she was worried. Worried that everything she’d worked so hard for was ruined.

      She chewed her lip, wondering if Big Nick had found Little Nick.

      The corner of her mouth lifted at the memory of his expression when she’d told him the pup’s name. He’d looked dumbfounded.

      She still could hardly believe God had answered her prayers by bringing Nick back. When he’d come storming into The Zone she’d thought she was dreaming. Dreaming about a dark warrior who used his powers for good, not evil. Like some comic book character, except the strong arms that had held her so tenderly had been very real.

      And the concern in his eyes called to her in a way nothing else could. It had been a long time since anyone had shown any real concern for her well-being. Oh, people had shown her kindness, but she often felt it came from obligation to her late aunt’s memory rather than for herself.

      The need to belong to someone rose sharply and she squashed it like an irritating fly. She couldn’t allow herself to want anyone, to expect anything from anyone because expectations only led to disappointment.

      More likely, Nick wouldn’t stick around as he’d promised. She sternly steeled herself against any pain from hope. She wouldn’t fret over it, wouldn’t let it matter.

      She was thankful he’d arrived when he had and that she hadn’t inhaled too much of the smoke. The doctor had said her lungs might hurt for a few days and she’d probably have a headache from smacking her head on the floor, but otherwise she was in good health and could return home. He’d gone off to tell the nurse to discharge her.

      But what would she be going home to?

      Her stomach twisted. She had a pretty good idea who’d set the fire, but she hadn’t told the police when they’d arrived because she wasn’t a hundred percent certain.

      She had to focus on moving forward no matter how much this incident set her back. She’d push through it, as always.

      First she had to get back to The Zone. She didn’t have money for a cab with her. She shrugged. She’d walk. She didn’t relish putting on the smoke-scented clothes she’d arrived in, but she’d do what she had to.

      The nurse pushed aside the curtain and stepped in. She was tall, African-American and very striking. Her black hair was pulled back into a fancy twist and her smile was kind.

      In one hand she held a clipboard and in the other a brown paper bag, which she set on the counter. “The doctor says you can be released. I have a few forms for you to sign.” She handed Claire the clipboard and pen.

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