Healing the Boss's Heart. Valerie Hansen

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СКАЧАТЬ good. You’ll have a little light once I open the door. Are you going to be all right down here by yourself?”

      “I won’t be alone,” she replied, sounding more assured than before. “I haven’t had to face anything on my own since I came to Jesus.”

      Greg didn’t comment. He’d grown up in a household where his mother had professed Christianity and his father had made light of it every chance he got. There weren’t many things he agreed with his dad about, but that was one of them. Any God who would take his mother from them in the prime of her life, in spite of all the prayers for her healing, was no God for him.

      Easing open the door at the top of the stairs, he had to push its leading edge through a pile of refuse on the floor. The office was a shambles, thanks to the wind that was still whistling through the gap left by the shattered plate-glass window. The front door was hanging partly off its hinges, too. Considering the fact that his building was still standing, he figured he was one of the lucky ones. Especially if the upstairs suite where he currently lived still had a roof over it.

      Stepping through and around the rubble, he proceeded far enough to peer through the space where the window glass had been. All his breath left him in a whoosh. He’d never seen anything like it. Parked cars had been upended like matchbox toys. Lumber, pink insulation, broken furniture and who knows what lay strewn from one end of Main Street to the other. Some of it was even stuck in trees. What was left of them.

      Behind him, he heard Maya call, “Is it okay for us to come up?”

      “Not yet.” There was no way he could deny her the eventual right to look, nor was there any way he could soften the blow of seeing their beloved town in such sad shape. He simply wanted to put it off as long as possible and keep her from dashing into the still unsafe street.

      “Give me a few seconds to run upstairs and check my apartment first. We need to be sure there’s no real structural damage before you chance it. I don’t want the roof caving in on us.”

      “Hurry.” He could hear the barely controlled panic in her voice.

      “I will. Stay put till I call you. Promise?”

      “I promise.”

      Greg dashed up the interior stairway. To his relief the roof seemed intact and he’d had only one small window cracked in his apartment, so the place was relatively dry and undamaged.

      Hoping that Maya had obeyed, he quickly returned and found her peeking through the partially ajar cellar door.

      “Well?” she asked impatiently.

      “It’s safe enough. At least in here. But watch your step and don’t put the boy down unless you have to. There’s broken glass everywhere.”

      He braced himself, not sure how Maya would react when she saw everything that had happened. If she got hysterical, the way she had earlier, he’d have to be ready to intervene.

      For the first time in the few weeks she’d worked for him, Greg looked—really looked—at his executive assistant. Her dark eyes were wide and expressive, set in a lovely oval face. Her short hair was tousled more than usual. And her cheeks were flushed. She not only impressed him with her natural beauty, she suddenly looked much younger than the twenty-five years he knew her to be. She had an innocence, an appealing naïveté, that made her seem so vulnerable that he wanted to rush to her and once again hold her close for her protection.

      Maya’s jaw gaped. Then she began to pick her way carefully across the wet, littered office floor to join him near the window.

      “The church?” she said breathlessly. “Can you see if the community church is still standing?”

      “Yes. It looks fine,” Greg replied. “But the old town hall that was next to it is gone.”

      “Gone? It can’t be gone.”

      “I’m sorry.” He stepped aside and took Tommy from her so she could lean far enough to see the area where the old church stood as he said, “The preschool annex looks untouched, too.”

      “Praise God! I have to get Layla.”

      “You can’t go out there yet.” He made ready to grab and restrain her again if it became necessary. “Look. There are power lines down and the wind is still blowing stuff all over. If you don’t get electrocuted, you’re liable to get your head knocked off.”

      “It’s my head. Get out of my way. I’m going.”

      “No!” He reached for her arm but she dodged his grip so he resorted to more reasoning. “You’re the only parent your daughter has. Are you really willing to risk making her an orphan?”

      “Of course not.”

      “Then wait. Think of her.”

      “I am thinking of her. She needs me. You can’t force me to stay here.”

      “I’m not forcing you to do anything. Be sensible. We can see that the church is okay and that’s where she was. Right?” Greg had placed himself between her and the door in the hopes his presence would be enough added deterrent.

      Maya ignored his logical argument and tried to edge around him.

      He sidestepped to continue to block her exit.

      “Move,” she demanded.

      “Okay. Just take a deep breath and listen to me for a second. We’re safe here and Layla is safe there. She needs her mother alive and well, not lying in the street unconscious.”

      “I’m calling the preschool.”

      “Now, you’re being smart.”

      He watched her struggle to pull herself together emotionally and tiptoe cautiously to where her desk had landed, pushed up against the far wall. She found the telephone beside it on the floor and lifted the receiver. It didn’t surprise him when she reported, “No dial tone.”

      “Try my cell if you can find it,” Greg said. “It was in my top, center drawer.”

      Maya circled his heavier mahogany desk, yanked open the drawer with difficulty, found the cell phone and did as he’d suggested.

      Dejected, she grimaced, sighed and shook her head. “No service on that, either.”

      “I suppose the relay towers are down.”

      “That settles it. I’m going over to the church and nobody’s going to stop me.”

      “Then we’ll all go,” he countered.

      “That’s ridiculous. You can’t take Tommy out in this awful wind. He’ll get hurt.”

      “Point taken. Now, you were saying…?”

      “All right, all right.” Maya pressed her lips into a thin line. “You win. For now. But the minute the storm dies down enough that we can safely chance it, I’m going after my little girl. With or without your support.”

      Even if Greg had been able to come up with a more valid argument, he wouldn’t СКАЧАТЬ