A Family of Their Own. Gail Gaymer Martin

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      “Get involved? Lexie, we only met today. Yes, we were bonded by his name coming up at the MOSK meeting and he happened to be your best man. He’s very nice, and we have something in common, but we aren’t planning …” We’re having dinner. That fact raced through her mind, along with how interesting she found him. “We aren’t planning a life together.”

      Lexie rose and approached her as she opened her arms. “But I’ve never seen you so animated with anyone. You’re a down-to-business person, and you’re a peacemaker. I’ve seen many sides of you, but I’d never seen you so alive. Maybe you didn’t sense what I did, but you and Ross … I don’t know. Maybe I’m delusional.”

      Kelsey sat in the chair, staring at her open arms, an obvious invitation for a hug, but at the moment, she didn’t want to be hugged. Her chest ached and her head spun. What in the world had happened to stir Lexie’s imagination? It made no sense. Yes, she acknowledged her interest in Ross. Despite second-guessing herself, she’d enjoyed the conversation once she got over the uncomfortable introduction. Why would anyone, especially Lexie, see anything wrong with her friendship with Ross?

      Lexie’s arms remained open, expectation on her face.

      Forcing herself from the chair, Lexie stepped into her arms. “I will never do anything to hurt Lucy. Don’t ever worry about that. My happiness today was for you, dear friend.” She drew back and took her hands. “Now, go on your honeymoon and have a wonderful time. I’m a big girl, and I’ll use wisdom before jumping into anything.”

      A faint smile crept onto Lexie’s face. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m being silly.”

      Kelsey agreed, but she let it drop. She always used good judgment when it came to Lucy and sound thinking for her own life.

      But today she felt different, almost as if her life had been on hold until now.

       Chapter Two

      Ross sat in the hospital waiting room while Peyton had a heart echo and an MRI. The clock hands inched around the face while his mind moved at the same pace. He stared at his cell phone, Kelsey’s phone number in his hand. He’d been adventurous enough to ask her to dinner, but today his enthusiasm faded. Her blunt responses and quick honesty challenged him to respond as she did—in an open and direct manner. He couldn’t.

      On the other hand, he enjoyed her company and personal enjoyment was something he’d hooked to an anchor and dropped into Lake St. Clair. Boats disappeared in that lake, and their occupants were never located. He thought his anchor would never be found, but it rose to the surface five days ago when he laid eyes on Kelsey.

      He glanced at the clock again. Peyton’s tests never took this long. The heel of his shoe tapped against the shining marble floor of the heart unit. He pressed his dry lips together and refocused on the cell phone. He needed a distraction. And good news. Checking the numbers she’d scribbled on the notepaper, he punched them in and waited.

      Three rings. Four. Leave a message or not? His question vanished when he heard the connection. “Kelsey, this is Ross.” “Ross.”

      He waited, the sound of her surprise ringing in his ears. “I called to set a date for dinner.” Maybe he should have suggested coffee. “Whatever time is best for you.”

      Silence. Ross could almost feel the electrical current zinging in her brain.

      “I—I’m not sure this is a good time to make plans.”

      The muscles in his jaw tightened. “Is Lucy ill?”

      “No. But things are hectic here.”

      Hectic? He could read her thoughts as he listened to silence.

      Kelsey cleared her throat. “Lucy’s decided to get more involved at school, and between my job, running her places and keeping an eye on her health, I—”

      “You’re tired.” He knew the routine, and he didn’t want to hear her excuses. She’d done what he suspected and had second thoughts. “I’ve been sitting at the hospital for nearly two hours waiting while Peyton has some tests.”

      “I hate waiting. Time drags horribly.” The tension in her tone had eased.

      Ross shifted in the chair. “Magazines aren’t great company.”

      “So true.”

      Silence.

      “Ross, I’m sorry we didn’t finish our conversation about Peyton. I don’t even know what kind of illness she has.”

      The word stuck in his throat. He sucked in air. “Cardiomyopathy.”

      A gasp echoed into the receiver. “I’m so very sorry. How bad is she?”

      “I try to be hopeful.” He’d been optimistic during his wife’s illness, too. Ruthie had been so sure she would live to be a mother to her daughter. “These tests will let me know how she’s progressing.” “More waiting.”

      The line hummed with silence, and he lifted his shoulders, knowing he needed to say goodbye.

      “Let me know what the doctors say, okay?” Her voice breezed from the line, a different spirit than he’d heard earlier.

      “Sure.” He’d have Ethan tell her. “I need to—” “Ross.”

      His flesh prickled. “Yes.”

      “About dinner. I can get a sitter for Friday, I think, if that works for you.”

      He stopped breathing. “Friday?” Confusion skittered along his frame, but he gathered his wits. “Works for me. How about if I pick you up at six?”

      “Six is good.” She gave him her address.

      His gaze drifted to the clock. “I’ll see you then.”

      She said goodbye, and he tucked his cell phone into his pocket as he rose. The wait addled him, but not as much as it did Kelsey. He lifted his shoulders and eyed the volunteer at the desk. Maybe she’d have some information on Peyton’s status. As he strode toward her, a nurse called his name from the doorway. When he turned, she beckoned him to follow.

      Though relief washed over him, he also succumbed to dread. He followed the young woman, knowing he could hear good news or bad from the doctor, or maybe today nothing at all. Life seemed like one long delay.

      The nurse paused outside a consultation room. “You can wait in here with Peyton. The doctor will see you soon.”

      He thanked her and stepped inside.

      Peyton sat in a chair, looking so young despite her constant reminders. “I’m almost twelve, Dad. I’m not a baby anymore.”

      To him, she’d always be his baby. But he knew better than to say that to her. “How did it go?”

      “Same thing every time. Don’t move. Hold my breath.” She shrugged. “You know the drill.”

      He nodded and sat in the only other chair in СКАЧАТЬ