His Healing Touch. Loree Lough

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СКАЧАТЬ he could see that she was blushing. He didn’t understand why she’d feel self-conscious about all she’d accomplished, and said so.

      Her voice was soft and sad when she repeated, “It just…hasn’t been much.”

      Adam wanted to know more, so much more, about this lovely, talented young woman. Wanted to know what put the sadness in her voice, dimmed the light in her eyes. He’d always made his monetary deliveries in the dead of night, so had no way of knowing if she’d taken a husband, if she had children. Might she be available…?

      He’d stayed on the fringes of her life, quite by choice. Every month, like clockwork, he dropped a cash-filled envelope into the mailbox of the house where she’d grown up. He hadn’t felt right about poking his nose into other areas of the Delaneys’ lives. But now, hearing that a home of her own and a successful business didn’t seem like much of an achievement to Kasey, he couldn’t help but wonder what her dreams and goals had been.

      His goal hadn’t changed in fifteen years: Fill in for Al Delaney in the only way he knew how…with money.

      “I’m going to warm up my tea,” she said. “Care for a refill?”

      He shook his head. “You said you lost your dad when you were twelve?”

      She nodded over her shoulder, and he winced inwardly as a wary expression darkened her pretty features. What did she know? he wondered. Had the look been prompted by something she suspected…about him?

      He thought of that old saying— Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you—and wondered again if her visit here had been happenstance…

      …or part of a plan.

      And speaking of plans…

      “Your father must have planned well for you and your mom.”

      Brow furrowed, she gave him a sidelong glance. “Planned well?”

      “Well, you seem to have done pretty well for yourself. House that’s free and clear of bank attachments, a successful business… Did you go to college, Kasey?”

      “Sure did. Graduated the University of Maryland with a BS in business administration.”

      “Well, it’s not as expensive as Harvard, but the tuition sure ain’t free.”

      Her frown deepened. “True.” Kasey perched on the arm of the sofa, wrapped both hands around her mug. “My tuition wasn’t paid with funds from my dad’s estate, if that’s what you’re implying. He was a good, hardworking man, but he wasn’t rich. Not by a long shot.”

      She focused on some unknown spot behind him. “We had bills, lots of them. In fact, we found bills we didn’t even know we had until after he died.”

      Clearing her throat, she stood, walked around to the front of the couch and sat down. “Which is why, first chance I got, I wrote a check to that mortgage company.”

      “Sorry,” Adam said. “Didn’t mean to pry.”

      She met his eyes and sent him a smile so warm, so sweet, it made his heart ache. Oh, to have a woman like this…so kind and nurturing, so resourceful and dedicated…for his very own!

      “You’re not prying, exactly,” she said offhandedly.

      “So you made it through college on scholarships, then?”

      That made her laugh. “No. I did okay in the grades department, but not okay enough to earn scholarships.”

      That surprised him, a fact that must have shown on his face.

      “Oh, I think if I’d had the luxury of time to study, time to turn in detailed reports, if I’d had a dad at my elbow, making sure I’d dotted all the I’s and crossed all the T’s, I probably could have done better in school.”

      Shame and remorse thudded in Adam’s chest.

      “I had to work two, sometimes three, part-time jobs to help out. Mom did what she could, but she’s never been particularly healthy….”

      There had never been any indication that Mrs. Delaney was anything but hale and hearty. “What’s wrong with her?”

      Kasey shrugged. “Little of this, little of that. My grandmother always blamed it on self-pity. Me? I call it loneliness.”

      Mortified, Adam scrubbed both hands over his face. If the woman was lonely, there could be but one reason.

      “Lonely for what, I never quite figured out,” she tacked on.

      He raked his fingers through his hair, waiting, hoping she’d explain.

      “My folks didn’t have the most loving, romantic relationship in the world.” A harsh, nervous laugh punctuated the statement. “And if you had known them, you’d realize what an understatement that is!

      “They rarely spoke, and when they did, it was only to insult one another. So it took me by surprise how hard my mom was hit by my father’s death.”

      Kasey hugged her legs to her chest, rested her chin on her knees. “I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face when the grim-faced cop arrived on our front porch to deliver the news,” she whispered.

      She met Adam’s eyes. “She looked so lost and alone—like a little girl. It frightened me so much.” She sighed. “Turned out she loved him in her own way, despite all their problems.”

      Adam didn’t know what to say, and so he said nothing.

      “I was a mess, crying and blubbering like a two-year-old. Mom was too distraught to provide much comfort. Things only got worse the next day, when the cop came back to tell us about the evidence the department had found all around the railroad tracks.”

      “Evidence?” His heart thundered. What did she know…and could she connect him to that night? He recalled the article in The Baltimore Sun and the other papers. “Evidence of what?”

      “Cigarette butts, footprints and pieces of a pumpkin, of all things, in the cemetery near the tracks.”

      Holding his breath, Adam waited for her to hit him, square between the eyes, with the accusation.

      “The police found what was left of a scarecrow-type dummy, just down the tracks from the graveyard. They figured it was just a silly Halloween prank—kids probably, who were curious to see how far the train would carry their ingenious little creation. At the time, the cops decided the shock of thinking it had been a real person in front of his engine scared my dad so badly, he had a heart attack.”

      What did she mean “at the time”? Adam stiffened, waiting for further explanation.

      But she shook her shoulders, instead, as if casting off the dour turn the conversation had taken. “Enough about me,” she said in a deliberately brighter voice. “Tell me how you got interested in medicine. Were you a fan of Marcus Welby, M.D. reruns?”

      He’d seen the television show a time or two and had enjoyed it, but he hadn’t made a career choice because of СКАЧАТЬ