Stonechild and Rouleau Mysteries 5-Book Bundle. Brenda Chapman

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      “I was thinking Amy Rose. Max said I could pick if it was a girl.”

      “Amy Rose,” said Pauline as she kissed the tiny forehead. She rocked the baby as she walked toward the window.

      Hunter grabbed Geraldine’s hand and smiled. “Can I get you anything?”

      “No, but I’m wondering where Max has gotten to. He left for that coffee half an hour ago.”

      “I could go look if you like.”

      “Would you?”

      “Sure.”

      She watched him go and then looked over at her mom. “Have you been to visit Susan?”

      “I plan to later. I haven’t had time with you in labour.”

      “I know you must be worried sick about her, so go now if you like. I’ll be okay.”

      “Hunter checked and she’s fine. Frostbite on her toes and fingers but nothing too serious. The rest is doing her good. She’ll be home tomorrow.”

      “What a relief. Are you going to look after her with Clinton away?”

      “You haven’t heard? No, I suppose not. He’s been back since yesterday and will stay home until after New Year’s. Apparently, he was en route to Ottawa from Trenton even before Susan’s accident.”

      “That’s odd. Susan said he’d be gone until New Year’s Eve, and that’s a few days away.”

      “I know. He’s usually a slave to his routine. I don’t know how Susan puts up with it, but I suppose she works around him when he isn’t here. To be honest, I don’t feel like running into him.”

      “Are you okay, Mom? You seem upset about something.” Perhaps this wasn’t the time to ask, but there never was a good time with her mother who could flit around deep conversation like a butterfly.

      “I’m fine. I just wish your father could have been here to see his first grandchild.” She crossed to the bed and handed the baby back to Geraldine. “It just all makes me so angry … and sad.”

      “It’s good to talk about this, Mom. You need to let out how you’re feeling.”

      “And Susan. It’s as if she was asking for something bad to happen, all alone out there in the woods like that.”

      “She was lucky the park ranger found her when he did.”

      “The pair of them were foolish and we’re left to pick up the pieces.” Pauline grabbed her coat and purse from the chair in a jerky movement. “I’m going to meet a friend for a late supper. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow to take you home.”

      “I’ll be ready.” Guilt flooded through her. Their mother was truly suffering from their dad’s death and Geraldine had been too immersed in her own pain to give support. “We can spend all day together after I check out.”

      “I’ll make lunch and will help with the baby while you sleep,” said Pauline, smiling.

      Hunter stepped into the room as Pauline reached the door. “Where’s Max?” she asked, slipping an arm into her coat sleeve.

      “He had to go check on something at work,” said Hunter, glancing past her. “He said he’d call you later, Ger.”

      Geraldine saw the look that passed between her mother and brother and humiliation made her drop her face into the soft down on top of the baby’s head. Their pity was worse than anything Max could do to her. God, what she’d give for a stiff Scotch. Hold the ice. Hold the soda. “Well, I told him that I’d like to sleep so I guess that’s why he decided to go back to work. If the two of you don’t mind, I’m going to rest now that the baby’s asleep.”

      “We’ll see you later, then,” said Hunter. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

      She couldn’t raise her head to look at him. Her neck felt as heavy as a tree bough weighted with snow. “I just want to sleep.”

      She waited for the door to snap closed before she opened her eyes. The baby was blurry and she blinked to clear her vision. “If you’d held off a bit, Amy Rose, you could have been the first born in the new year and made the paper. You could have started your life famous and made your daddy proud. You might have made him stick around if you’d made the six o’clock news.”

      She tried to erase from her mind the disappointment in Max’s eyes when they’d told him he had a daughter; the split second of dislike in his expression when the nurse placed Amy Rose in his arms. She’d watched the mask slip deftly back into place, but knew she hadn’t imagined his reaction. The truth had caught like a fist in her stomach.

      Her husband had no use for a daughter — or for her.

      This was the meaning she’d seen in his eyes and chosen not to believe for so long. She’d been nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition. Her mother had warned her before the wedding, but she’d stubbornly clung to the belief that he loved her. She’d put her mother’s cynicism down to bitterness and jealousy. The question now was just how far she was prepared to go along with his lie. Could she live with knowing her marriage was a sham?

      “What should I do, Daddy?” she whispered into the softness of her baby’s hair. She ran her fingers across the rosy cheek and kissed her smooth forehead. She reached for the buzzer to bring the nurse. She’d have them keep the baby for the night in the nursery and get some sleep. She was glad now that she’d decided not to breastfeed. It was one thing not to have a drink when she was pregnant but if she had to refrain from alcohol for a year or more of breastfeeding, they may as well book her a room now in the loony bin.

      Susan let the day slip away, grateful that Clinton left after lunch to work from home for a few hours. The doctor was due in mid-afternoon for a final check before releasing her. He’d poked and prodded and then prescribed pain killers to get her through the week. Her hands and feet throbbed when the pills began to wear off, but she’d been assured this was a good thing. It just didn’t feel like a good thing.

      She turned toward the door as it slowly opened. A momentary surge of fear disappeared at the sight of her goddaughter Geraldine in her hospital gown. “Come give me a hug,” she called. “What a surprise to see you up so soon. Is the baby with you?”

      “No, she’s sleeping, but I had to come see you. I’m here the night and home in the morning. How are you? What an awful scare you gave us.”

      Geraldine crossed to the bed and reached down to hug Susan. They released and Susan studied Geraldine’s wan face and darting gaze that seemed so out of keeping for a new mom. Anger rose up from her stomach. What was that self-serving prick Max up to now?

      Geraldine grimaced. “Your poor hands.”

      Susan shook off a sense of foreboding and laughed. “They’ll soon be right as rain. I was so foolish to go into the Gatineau Hills alone. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

      “We all do things without thinking them through now and then.” Geraldine lowered herself into the chair and СКАЧАТЬ