The Unexpected Hero. Rachel Lee

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      Perceptive, too. “Nothing,” she said firmly and turned her attention to her overburdened plate. Just the sight of all that food made her feel full, but she hadn’t eaten a bite. And since she hadn’t eaten her lunch during her break, she knew she was going to have to tuck in or get sick later.

      She picked up a slice of toast, already buttered by the prodigious purveyor of fatty food herself, Maude, and took a bite. At least her stomach didn’t revolt. In fact, once the toast reached bottom, she began to feel hungry. A sip of coffee took care of the last of her revulsion.

      David tucked in, too, and for a while, they ate in silence.

      The tragic mood of the night began to give way to life. One of the hardest and fastest lessons medical people had to learn was that life went on even when someone died. That they weren’t God, and sometimes had to just let go. Clinging to their losses only made them less capable of caring for the next patient.

      But neither could they afford to grow hard. No, they just had to quick-time their way through the sense of failure and loss to be ready for the next case.

      David spoke. “So you worked in the VA hospital in Denver, right?”

      She tensed immediately. “Yes. I did.”

      He looked at her. “Bad topic?”

      She half shrugged. “Well, it was emotionally tough. Easier in some ways than Iraq, harder in others.”

      “I would think so. At one end, you’re focused on saving a life. At the other, you’re looking at the destruction left in the wake of it.”

      “You can never do enough. And the vast majority of the patients I had were amazingly positive, considering what they faced. Oh, they got angry at times, and depressed, but by and large, they handled it better than I did.”

      “How so?”

      She hesitated. “Well…sometimes I found myself furious. Because we saved them for this? A life without limbs, a life with brain damage, a life of paralysis? And every time it started to overwhelm me, some patient would say he was glad he’d made it.” She shook her head and closed her eyes for a minute. “Sorry.”

      “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. The whole point of dragging you here for breakfast was to get some calories into the two of us and shuck what happened so we can get on with what comes next.” He looked rueful. “So, idiot that I am, I stick my foot right in it.”

      She had to smile, and made a major effort to shake off the memories. “I guess we all get our scars.”

      “So your dad used to be sheriff here?”

      She almost laughed at the pointed change of subject. “Yeah. Forever, it seems. Certainly since before I was born. Deep roots in these parts.”

      “I haven’t really had a chance to get to know him yet.”

      “You will. Retired or not, this county belongs to Dad.” She grinned. “Or so he thinks. He’s keeping his hand in, one way or another. Small ways. It must be driving Gage nuts.”

      “Gage? You mean the new sheriff, Gage Dalton?”

      “Yup. And note the way you say ‘the new sheriff.’ He’s been doing it for three years now, and everyone still says he’s the new sheriff.”

      David chuckled. “That could get annoying.”

      “Gage doesn’t seem to mind. He’s either a really good actor, or he has his priorities straight.”

      “I don’t really know him, either. I don’t have a whole lot of contact with the sheriff’s department.”

      “Well, we’ll have to change that. It’s the best way to get wired into the county. You probably know my sister, though. Wendy Yuma, the flight nurse with the emergency response team.”

      “She’s your sister? I know her all right, her and Billy Joe. Great people.”

      “Maybe we should all get together some time.” As soon as she said it, she wanted to withdraw the suggestion. How much better did she really want to know this edgy, possibly difficult man? He might want to forget he’d come on like gangbusters at their first meeting, but she wouldn’t. Couldn’t afford to. She’d had enough of control freaks to last her a lifetime.

      “Yeah, that could be fun.”

      He went back to eating, obviously blessed with a healthy appetite as well as dark good looks. But as she sat there, nibbling at her toast and omelet, Krissie realized the man didn’t look happy at all. Either last night was still upsetting him, or he carried a load of garbage even bigger than hers.

      Which wouldn’t be surprising. You didn’t come out of a war without garbage. Tons of it. Not if you were human.

      But she didn’t want to go there. Not now. Maybe not ever. Even thinking about the VA hospital upset her, so how could she talk about what they’d both seen in Iraq? Sometimes it was better to let sleeping dogs lie.

      Finally, Krissie simply couldn’t eat another bite. She pushed her plate to one side, expecting Maude or Mabel to come give her the standard lecture about wasting good food. Instead, Mabel didn’t say a word. She simply refilled their mugs with fresh coffee and took the plate away.

      Maybe, Krissie thought with a burst of inner humor, miracles still happened.

      David suddenly spoke. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you go get some sleep? I’ll get the bill. My treat.”

      As soon as he spoke, she realized he was right. She was too exhausted to manage a conversation about even something as inane as the weather.

      “I am tired,” she admitted.

      “I can see that.” He lifted one corner of his mouth in a smile. “Go rest up. I’m sure I’ll see you tonight.”

      “Tonight?” That rattled her, then she remembered. “Oh, yeah. Tonight. I’m on shift.”

      He nodded, and his smile widened. “Definitely exhausted. Off with you. See you later.”

      She was strangely glad to escape the normally pleasant sounds and smells of the diner and climbed into her little car with relief.

      The night was over. So much for peace.

       Chapter Three

      Afternoon sunlight slanted through Krissie’s bedroom window, a welcome sight as she awoke. She smiled and stretched contentedly. The air mattress beneath her made its familiar hollow sounds.

      Being in the navy for six years had taught her to minimize her possessions. If it didn’t fit in a duffel bag, she didn’t own it. Then the habit proved hard to break, and the few items of furniture she had bought while working in Denver had seemed easier to sell than to move.

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