Mistletoe and Miracles. Marie Ferrarella

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Laurel paused, as if debating whether or not to tell him more. Taking a breath, she made her decision and plunged in. “I caught him playing with matches the other day. He knows better than that.” Her eyes held his, pleading for his help. “I’m afraid that he’s really going to hurt himself if something doesn’t happen to pull him out of this.”

      Trent watched her for a long moment. He should stick to his principles and refer her to Lucas Andrews, whose technique was similar to his, or even to his stepmother. Kate Llewellyn Marlowe could make anyone open up. She had worked wonders on all four of them when she’d come into their lives as their nanny more than twenty years ago. And along the way, she’d even changed his father, making him more human.

      Everything he’d ever learned about patience and love had come from Kate, as had mending broken souls. It was for the best if Laurel took her son to either of them. But it was hard saying no to the expression in Laurel’s eyes. There was a part of him that still loved her after all this time, even though he’d made his peace and accepted the way things had turned out a long time ago.

      Or so he had told himself.

      He supposed it wouldn’t do any harm to ask questions, find out a few things and get them out of the way.

      “What does Cody do with his time?” Trent asked. “Does he play with other children?”

      Laurel shook her head. “Not anymore. Not even his best friend, Scott, who stuck by him when the other kids started to tease him. He used to be so sociable, so outgoing. To see him now…” She pressed her lips together again, shaking her head.

      “Then how does he spend his time?” Trent asked. “Does he watch television all the time? Stare off into space? What does he do?”

      “He plays video games,” she told him, a sad smile playing on her lips. At least that was preferable to doing nothing, she supposed. “Actually, it’s more like one video game. It involves race cars—his father got it for him.” She couldn’t bring herself to take the game away from Cody, even though watching him play worried her. “He crashes the cars over and over again. And he plays with his toy cars.” Her voice grew shaky. “He stages car crashes with them—”

      “Destroying what destroyed his father,” Trent commented.

      “In essence, yes.” And then she surprised him by suddenly leaning forward and taking his hand in both of hers. “Trent, please,” she begged. “Please help him.”

      For a moment, logic warred with emotion. He knew what he should say, knew what he should do. But it was a short-lived battle. Because this was Laurel and she had been through so much in her life. He couldn’t be the reason she lost all hope.

      “All right, I’ll see him—at least to evaluate him,” he qualified. “Bring him in.” Flipping a page, Trent glanced at his calendar. He had an opening. “Tomorrow morning at nine good for you?”

      Tears rose in her eyes again, this time from gratitude. “Anytime is good for me,” Laurel told him with relief. “Oh, God.” Her voice almost gave out as she whispered, “Thank you, Trent.”

      “Don’t thank me yet,” Trent warned. “I haven’t done anything.”

      “But you will.” There was no doubt in her mind that he would help Cody, that he would find a way to make the boy better, return him to his former self.

      “This isn’t a magic act, Laurel. I can’t just pass a wand over him and suddenly make him better. This might take a great deal of time.” Even as he said it, he couldn’t help wondering if he was up to it. If he was biting off more than he could chew. Which was crueler? To offer no hope or false hope? Right now he couldn’t honestly say.

      “You made me better,” she recalled, then amended, “Almost.”

      Many small moments flooded his mind, moments that they had shared together. Moments that had once made him believe they would always be together. But things hadn’t turned out that way.

      “It’s the ‘almost’ that trips you up every time,” he commented, squelching a wave of sadness that threatened to wash over him.

      And then he looked at her for a long moment. She was a beautiful woman. She always had been, right from the beginning. And, from the sound of it, she’d gone through a great deal in the last year. She’d never had it easy. She was fragile, but she was still here. That spoke well for her resilience.

      “How are you doing?” he asked softly.

      She seemed surprised by the question. “I’m fine,” Laurel said a bit too quickly. That same sad smile played on her lips. “Except that I’m really worried about Cody.”

      “But aside from that?” he urged. There had been a time when she talked to him, as much as she had talked to anyone.

      She raised her head, a curtain falling into place. “Fine. I’m fine.”

      It seemed that Cody wasn’t the only one who’d withdrawn from the world. In her own way, she had, too. But that was a conversation for another time. Maybe.

      “Well, I’ve taken up enough of your time.” She picked up her purse, opening it on her lap and taking out her checkbook. “So, how much do I owe you?”

      Trent shook his head. “This wasn’t a session, Laurel.”

      She kept her checkbook out. “But I took up your time.”

      A smile curved the corners of his mouth. “Call it catching up.”

      “I intend to pay for Cody’s sessions,” she insisted. Matthew had been a very rich man, even if there hadn’t been a seven-figure life-insurance policy. “I didn’t come here expecting charity.”

      “We’ll discuss the fee schedule when and if the time comes,” he qualified. “Rita can give you a copy. But today wasn’t a session. It was a conversation. I don’t charge for conversations.”

      She inclined her head, accepting the explanation for now. Maybe she was being too touchy. Ever since her world had been upended, she’d had trouble keeping her emotions in check. “Rita?”

      He was about to refer to the woman as his secretary but paused, hunting for a more politically correct term. “The administrative assistant sitting out in the reception area.”

      She nodded. “The one who frowned at me because I came in without Cody.”

      That sounded like Rita. “Rita likes to run a tight ship. She takes care of us.”

      “Us?”

      “The other psychologists here and me.”

      Laurel rose to her feet, as did he. For a moment, she looked as if she were going to breach the space between them and hug him, but then at the last moment apparently she changed her mind and merely extended her hand.

      “Thank you again, Trent. This means a great deal to me.”

      “I’m not making any promises. About anything.” He knew she thought he was going to start seeing the boy, but he hadn’t committed to anything more than an initial visit. “We’ll СКАЧАТЬ