Twins Under the Christmas Tree. Marin Thomas

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      Bridget cocked her arm and swung. Having grown up defending his name from bullies, Conway’s reflexes were sharp. He ducked in the nick of time and Bridget’s fist connected with Isi’s nose. The blow sent her reeling. Conway dove off the stool and caught her before she crumpled to the floor.

      “What the hell is going on!” Red’s booming voice bellowed across the bar.

      Bridget took one look at the giant man and sprinted for the door.

      “I need a towel and ice,” Conway said.

      “Here.” Sasha shoved paper napkins into his hand and he pressed them against Isi’s bleeding nose then led her to a chair. “God, Isi, I’m sorry.” He swallowed a curse as the skin beneath both her eyes began to bruise.

      Red offered a towel packed with ice, and Conway placed it against her nose.

      “I can’t feel my face,” she moaned.

      “Hang on, honey.” He wiped away the blood then spoke to Red. “I’m taking her to the emergency room.” Damn Bridget. Already Isi’s petite nose had swollen to the size of a kosher pickle.

      He helped Isi to her feet and Sasha handed him Isi’s backpack. Isi swayed after taking a step toward the door, so he tucked her against his side and practically carried her out of the bar.

      They drove in silence to the hospital. He figured she was hurting pretty bad if she couldn’t give him hell about Bridget. He parked in the visitor lot in front of the emergency entrance.

      “I don’t need to see a doctor. I’ll be fine,” she said.

      “Let the doctor make that call.” When he reached for the door handle, she snagged his shirtsleeve.

      “I don’t have health insurance.”

      He wasn’t surprised. Isi worked part-time at the bar and by law Red didn’t have to offer her benefits. “You got punched in the face because of me. I’ll take care of the bill.” It was the least he could do.

      Once inside, Isi filled out the paperwork then waited almost an hour before a nurse took her to get an X-ray. Conway spoke to a billing representative and made arrangements to pay for Isi’s E.R. visit. By the time Isi returned to the waiting room, the bruising beneath her eyes had worsened.

      “A clean fracture,” the nurse announced. She handed Conway a bottle of pain pills. “No driving while she’s taking this prescription.”

      Conway shoved the container into his jean pocket, thanked the nurse and escorted Isi to his truck. “Do you have a concussion?”

      “No.”

      “Want to take a pain pill right now? I’ll go back inside and buy you a bottle of water from the vending machine.”

      “No, thanks. I’ll take a pill after I drive myself home.”

      “You’re not driving anywhere tonight.”

      “I can’t leave my car at Red’s.”

      Conway didn’t want to pick a fight with Isi when she was hurting. He drove her to the bar and parked next to her 1996 white Toyota Camry. “I’ll follow you to your place.”

      “That’s not necessary.”

      “Maybe, but I’ll feel better knowing you got home safe.”

      She grabbed her backpack then hopped out and slammed the truck door. Conway drove behind her as she pulled out of the lot. He knew she lived in a trailer park nearby but had forgotten which one.

      Isi headed southwest a mile then entered the Desert Valley Mobile Home Park. The neighborhood was well kept—mostly single wides. She pulled beneath a carport in front of a white trailer with faded turquoise trim. Instead of the traditional rock and cactus landscape, the yard consisted of dead grass and dirt. He parked behind Isi and followed her to the door.

      “Thank you for taking care of the hospital bill,” she said.

      “I’ll pay for any follow-up doctor visits.”

      “As long as your girlfriends stay away from the bar, I won’t need to see any more doctors.”

      “I’m really sorry. I didn’t think Bridget would follow me after I left the rodeo.”

      “You might have to compromise if you want to find the perfect woman, Conway.”

      He didn’t want to discuss his love life. “Do you have a friend who will stay with you tonight?”

      “I’ll be fine.”

      When Isi opened the door, he heard a female talking. “Who’s that?”

      “The sitter. She’s always on her cell phone.”

      Conway followed Isi inside.

      “Oh, my God, what happened?” The teen’s eyes widened in horror.

      “I’m fine, Nicole.” Isi sent Conway a silent message. “I ran into the kitchen door at the bar.”

      So she didn’t want the sitter to know the truth—fine by him, because the truth made him look like an idiot.

      “Conway, this is Nicole. She watches the boys when I’m at the bar. Nicole, this is Conway. He’s a friend.”

      “Nice to meet you,” Nicole said.

      While Isi asked the sitter how the boys had behaved, Conway studied the furnishings. Sparse was the first word that came to mind. The furniture appeared second-hand—TV, love seat, chair and coffee table. Kids’ artwork decorated the walls and colorful plastic bins filled with toys had been stacked in the living room corner.

      “What time did the boys go to bed?” Isi asked.

      “Fifteen minutes ago.”

      “I’m sorry to have to cut the night short.” Isi faced Conway. “Where are those pain pills?”

      He handed her the bottle and she went into the kitchen and got a drink of water. “I won’t be working at the bar this weekend, so I’ll see you on Monday, Nicole.” Isi disappeared down the hallway then a moment later he heard a door open and close.

      “Do you need a ride home, Nicole?” Conway asked.

      “No, I live here in the trailer park with my aunt.” She walked to the door. “I left a note on the kitchen table for Isi. Will you make sure she reads it in the morning?”

      “Sure.”

      After Nicole left, Conway stood in living room uncertain what to do. Was it okay to leave Isi and her kids alone after she’d taken a pain pill? What if a burglar tried to break into the trailer or the water heater caught on fire? Isi was in no shape to handle a crisis.

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