A Baby For The Deputy. Cathy Mcdavid

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      Joanna’s voice softened. “You couldn’t save her, Aaron. No one could. At best, she might have lived a few more months. And you probably wouldn’t have had Kaylee. A lot of people, me included, think she made the right decision.”

      That didn’t lessen his loss, relieve his guilt or diminish his hurt.

      A few weeks after learning she was pregnant, Robin began having severe headaches that over-the-counter pain relievers wouldn’t touch. Two weeks later, she was seeing a specialist and undergoing all manner of tests. Aaron would never forget sitting in the doctor’s office and hearing the diagnosis: inoperable brain tumor. And then hearing the prognosis: terminal.

      Robin refused any treatment that might have extended her life because it would harm the baby. At thirty-four weeks pregnant, she’d delivered a small but healthy baby girl. Unfortunately, it was too late for her. The treatments she’d previously refused had no effect on her rapidly growing tumor, and she lost the battle when Kaylee was just a few weeks old.

      Robin’s wish to be a mother had been fulfilled and, in the process, she’d given Aaron a last precious gift. He would do nothing to jeopardize Kaylee’s safety and happiness.

      “Why don’t you talk to Mel,” Joanna suggested. “If you’re having doubts.”

      “Or, I could just end things.”

      “You could. Except that isn’t what you want.”

      Should he tell his sister what he really wanted was to date Mel and not just sleep with her? No, Joanna would have a field day with that one, and Aaron wasn’t in the mood.

      “Pickle, can I call you later? I’m almost at my next stop.” Not entirely a lie; the Sanfords were less than a mile down the road.

      “Tomorrow. I’ve got plans later,” she added with a teasing tone.

      “Have fun.”

      “Oh, I intend to.” She laughed again.

      Aaron disconnected, his thoughts a jumble. He really did like Mel and hated the thought of ending things. But he was being grossly unfair to her. She may think she preferred whatever this was they had, but deep down, she was a forever and ever kind of gal. Aaron wasn’t fooled for one minute.

      A quarter mile up the road, he spied an older model pickup and rusty horse trailer pulled off to the south side of the road. The truck hood was up, signaling trouble, and someone sat in the driver’s seat.

      He slowed, determining the driver to be a young woman. As he passed, she rolled down her window and waved at him. Aaron executed a swift U-turn and parked behind the trailer. A reddish-brown tail hung out over the rear gate and swished aimlessly.

      Before getting out, he radioed the station, then proceeded with caution all the while making mental notes. The situation didn’t appear dangerous, but he took nothing for granted.

      Nearing the driver’s door, he realized the young woman was on the phone.

      “Good afternoon.” He looked her over. “Having some trouble?”

      “I broke down. The engine light came on and then smoke started coming out from under the hood.”

      “License and registration, please.”

      “Have I done something wrong?” Her voice quavered.

      “Just routine.”

      Producing the required documents, she passed them through the open window, still clutching her phone. Aaron decided she must have maintained an open line as a precaution. Smart move. She wasn’t very old, maybe not even out of high school, and pretty, even with her torn jeans, faded tank top and ratty old ball cap. Add to that her disabled vehicle, and she was a potential sitting duck.

      Aaron reviewed the documents, noting the eighteen-year-old’s name and home address of Flagstaff. He compared her face to the tiny picture. Something about her struck a familiar chord, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

      “Be right back.” In his vehicle, he ran her name and license plate. Nothing significant came back. What had he expected?

      Returning to her truck, he handed over the documents. “You’re a long ways from home.”

      “I’m staying with my...with friends in Mustang Valley.”

      “Are they on their way to help you?”

      “Uh...no. I wasn’t able to reach them.”

      “I see.” Aaron suspected she was coloring the truth and didn’t know why. “Do you have a roadside assistance service?”

      “I don’t think so.”

      “What about your parents?”

      “My mom can’t help.”

      “Because she’s in Flagstaff,” Aaron stated.

      “Yeah. And at work. I’m not supposed to call her unless it’s an emergency.”

      “This might qualify.”

      The girl, Samantha, according to her driver’s license, shook her head. “I’m not calling. She’s busy.”

      “And your friends aren’t available?”

      In response, her mouth firmed to a thin line.

      There was definitely more going on than she was telling him, and he didn’t trust her. Nonetheless, she’d broken no laws and was in distress. Not to mention her truck and trailer were a potential hazard and the horse would need water soon. Aaron had a duty to help her.

      “Sit tight,” he said, and walked to the front of the truck where he inspected the engine. Heat wafted off in waves, and it made a soft hissing sound. The smoke she’d claimed to see was probably steam.

      A moment later, she disobeyed his order and joined him, anxiously watching as if he might sabotage the engine rather than repair it.

      “You have an old rag I can use?”

      “In the, uh, trailer.”

      “I’ll wait.”

      She didn’t take long.

      Aaron rolled up his sleeves and, using the rag to remove the radiator cap, inspected the water level. No surprise, the radiator was bone dry.

      “You might have a leak,” he told her. “You should get this serviced right away. There’s an auto shop in town. Conroy’s. Ask your friends, they’ll tell you where he is.”

      “Okay.”

      Would she do it? She wouldn’t get far otherwise.

      After filling her radiator with water from the five-gallon jug he carried in the back of his SUV for just this reason, he had her try to start the truck. Luck was on her side, and it turned right СКАЧАТЬ