Loving Bella. Renee Ryan

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      Bella stooped to the girl’s height and touched her shoulder. “Deep breaths, sweetie. Take one at a time.”

      Nodding, the girl gulped in large chunks of air.

      “That’s it,” Bella said. “Now tell me what’s happened.”

      “It’s…it’s…” She broke off and looked frantically around her.

      Bella rolled her shoulders and prayed for patience. “It’s…” she prompted in what she hoped was a soothing tone.

      “My. Brother. Ethan.” She pointed to the cluster of children knotted around a small boy lying on the ground. “He hurt his leg. You gotta get Dr. Shane for me.”

      “Where?”

      The girl cocked her head toward the mansion behind her. “Inside.”

      Bella placed her palm on the child’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll get him.” Rising, she gave the girl’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “You see to your brother. And whatever you do, make sure he doesn’t move until the doctor gets there.”

      As though she hadn’t heard a word Bella said, the child stabbed her gaze back to her brother, over to the large house behind her, then back to her brother again.

      “Did you hear me?” Bella asked.

      The girl nodded. Gulped. Gulped again. Then finally—finally—she lifted her chin and lurched toward the injured boy.

      Bella whirled in the direction of the house. At the same moment, two large men exited the backdoor in a run.

      Bella faltered in her steps, froze. In her stunned state, she only had time for impressions. Both men were tall. Dark-haired. Broad-shouldered. One was dressed in expensive clothing that would make her flamboyant brother Tyler fall to his knees and weep with envy. The other wore a nondescript white shirt and black pants and carried a small black bag.

      Dr. Shane.

      The calm in his manner gave Bella such a sense of relief she pressed a hand to her throat and sighed. This man would make everything better.

      The young girl changed directions and dashed to the bottom of the porch steps. “Ethan’s hurt, Dr. Shane.” She grasped his hand and tugged. “You gotta come quick.”

      The sharp planes of his face tensed and his mouth pressed into a tight line. Yet, he carefully patted the girl on her back. “Don’t worry, Molly. I’ll take care of him.” His smooth baritone was pitched to the perfect level to instill calm. “You concentrate on finding your mother and father and then bring them here.”

      “Right.” Teetering from one foot to the other, arms flailing, the child found her center at last and set off at a terrifying pace.

      Focused on his task once more, the doctor lengthened his strides. With each step, his gaze shifted over the scene, taking note of every detail. He measured, assessed. Picked up the pace.

      The other man followed hard on his heels.

      Negotiating the final few feet, the doctor gently set two of the smaller children to one side and then dropped to his knees. “Marc,” he threw over his shoulder. “I need room.”

      The fancy-dressed man went to work at once. With an authoritative tone and in-charge manner, he organized the children into two work groups. In perfect rhythm they shifted away from the injured boy, picked up toys, balls, shoes and began setting them into neat piles.

      They were so purposeful in their task, so obedient, even as the nightmare churned around them, that Bella found herself gaping.

      What sort of children were these? And then she remembered her brother’s many letters telling her about the unique orphanage that shared the church’s backyard. Charity Home. No. Charity House. Yes, that was the name.

      Before she could take another look at the mansion-turned-orphanage, the doctor darted his gaze along the perimeter of the yard as though he was searching for something. Or someone. A helper, perhaps? Before Bella could offer her assistance, his eyes locked on to hers.

      Snared in his powerful stare, her lungs constricted. Although she was too far away to make out the individual features of his face, the impact of all that intensity thrown her way had her stepping sharply back.

      “You, there,” he said, his features twisting into a frown of concentration. “I need your assistance.”

      Jolted into action, Bella yanked off one glove and then another. “Yes, of course.” By the time she’d crossed the yard, she’d tossed her hat to the ground, as well.

      The children continued to chatter softly as they made room for the doctor to work. Their voices rose slightly as they began trooping one by one inside the large house but it was all background noise now. Never taking her attention off the boy, Bella knelt beside him and looked into his small, pale face.

      Glassy eyes stared back at her. She swallowed down a gasp of surprise. He was so young, no more than four or five, with black curly hair and big brown eyes.

      Lord, please ease this child’s pain. Use me as your instrument to erase his suffering.

      Unsure what to do next, she waited for specific instructions from the doctor. When none came, a shiver of foreboding iced across her skin.

      Cautiously, she lifted her gaze. And found herself staring into ocean-blue eyes the exact color as William’s.

      Unwelcome images swirled through her mind like leaves on a deserted street. Incapable of grasping any one thought before it was replaced by another, her mind drained into a black void of nothingness.

      Air clogged in her lungs.

      Focus, Bella. Focus, focus, focus.

      The doctor must have sensed her internal struggle because his eyes narrowed to inscrutable slits.

      Bella quickly lowered her gaze back to the hurt boy. Little Ethan’s eyes were ringed with pain. Tears wavered on the edges of his lashes, but he gritted his teeth and released a shaky sigh.

      “Oh, you brave little boy.” Bella touched his cheek softly then brushed the sweaty hair off his forehead with her fingertips. “You’re going to be fine. Just fine.”

      As though her words gave him permission to give into the pain, the tears spilled from his eyes. “It…it hurts,” he gasped, his young voice shaking with anguish. “Real bad.”

      Bella stroked her hand along his hairline. “I know it does, baby. But the doctor is going to make it better.”

      Shutting out all thoughts but this small, helpless child, she boldly returned her gaze to the doctor’s face. “Isn’t that right, Dr. Shane?”

      The sun chose that moment to break through a slit in the fast-moving clouds. Big. Hot. Illuminating.

      The doctor stared at her for a long, tense moment. This time, Bella couldn’t look away. The bold, aristocratic angles of his cheekbones, the finely shaped nose and strong jaw covered with day-old stubble created a handsome portrait СКАЧАТЬ