A Wife For Ben. Cheryl Wolverton

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      “Push it up against this, like so,” he said, and helped her.

      “I can do it,” she informed him immediately and then pushed like he’d showed her and watched the water fill the glass—and overflow.

      “Oh, dear,” Stephanie said, coming forward.

      “No problem,” Ben said. “Why don’t you two go take a quick shower and I’ll wipe up the spill?”

      Stephanie nodded. “Come on, Katie,” she said and slipping her hands to her daughter’s shoulders hurried her off.

      Ben shook his head, found a cloth and wiped up the water running down the refrigerator.

      Well, that had been an interesting almost conversation, he thought sardonically.

      He hoped things eased between them or this was going to be a long few days.

      He tossed the cloth into the sink, made a quick call to his office then headed for his room and the shower. It’d been a long morning, and surprisingly all he wanted to do was take a nice long cool shower and then get some shut-eye.

      Unfortunately, as he was climbing out of the tub his phone kept him from doing just that. He grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms, slipped into them then snagged the phone.

      “Hello?” Cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear, he tied the drawstring and listened.

      “Hi, Ben, it’s me, Sunni. Are you okay?”

      Ben resisted the urge to sigh. He reached for a comb and quickly ran it through his hair be fore dropping to the bed next to him. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?” He lay the comb on the bedside table.

      Of course, he knew why she was asking about him. He should have known she’d have heard by now, especially the way word traveled in small towns, but he just hadn’t had time to think. No excuse—well, maybe two, which were in the other room sleeping right now.

      “I called your office to ask about dinner Sunday, and John said you’d nearly been killed in a fire. Why didn’t you call me? I nearly fainted dead away over what John said!”

      His sister tended to exaggerate a bit. The utter shock and excitement in her voice told him she was hyped up over this. He hadn’t meant to upset her so. Working to calm her down, he reassured her. “It’s okay, Sunni. My neighbor’s house caught fire. She, her daughter and I are fine.”

      He didn’t want to say he’d gone inside if she didn’t know.

      “You went in after them.”

      Oh, well. So much for her not knowing that. He was really in for it now. She took a breath, not waiting for him to answer, and continued with her tirade.

      “Are you crazy? Ben, that’s what firemen are trained to do, not citizens. I mean…” She paused.

      He heard her take a deep breath. “You’re my only brother. I could have lost you.”

      At the waver in her voice, he realized she was going to cry. Worried at that sound, the one sound that could cripple him, that sound that would bring any man to his knees, he knew he had to divert her, and quick. “Annie and her daughter are staying here. Katie is five, about Ronnie’s size,” he said.

      “Veronica is six.”

      “I know, but when I saw Katie I thought of Ronnie.”

      “You and that infernal nickname,” Sunni muttered, no longer sounding in tears but put out with him. Relieved, he relaxed a bit.

      “I wondered if you—”

      “Wait a minute.”

      He paused. “What?”

      “You have a woman and child staying with you?”

      She’d gone from crying to incredulous in under thirty seconds. That was his Sunni. “Yeah. They couldn’t very well stay in their house until they knew how bad the damage was. The doctor wanted to give them some medicine to help them rest and they would have had to stay in the hospital otherwise.”

      “Doesn’t she have friends?”

      Ben paused, stumped. “To be honest, I don’t know. She was in shock over her house. I was there. I offered.”

      “She cried, didn’t she?”

      Ben scowled at the phone. “I’m her neighbor,” he informed his nosy sister. “It was the right thing to do.”

      “Well, that’s nice, Ben. I’m sure it is. But if they’re staying there… I mean, what are they doing about toiletries and clothes and—”

      “Do you have any old clothes that Katie could borrow until tomorrow when we can go over to her house? I know it’s asking a lot, but—”

      “No, it’s not. I’ll go through Veronica’s stuff and come right—”

      “Over this evening.” He cut in, trying to slow his sister down. He’d diverted her into her helping mode. He usually shunned that mode of Sunni’s, but considering the alternative, he felt this was a great distraction.

      “I’ll bring supper. David is offshore, working, and won’t be back for a few more days so I’d love to bring food over to eat. I hope you don’t mind. I mean, I know you’re not used to cooking for more than yourself.”

      Ben realized his sister was right. A yawn caught him off guard. “Yeah. That sounds good, sis. Listen, I took some medication the doctor gave me and it’s kicking in. Can we discuss this around six o’clock tonight?”

      “I’ll be there. And Ben?”

      “Yeah?” he asked, shoving the covers back and reseating himself.

      “I’m glad you’re okay.”

      “Me, too, sis.”

      “I love you.”

      “You too.”

      “Bye.”

      “Bye.”

      He cradled the phone in its place and slipped under the covers. Talking with his sister was like a roller coaster ride of emotions. She was a very energetic person who cared deeply about him.

      Raised by their elderly grandmother, he and Sunni shared a special relationship.

      Being dropped off that day together, all alone, with just a suitcase of clothes had forced them to share a tighter bond than most siblings.

      He should have called her first thing after he got home.

      He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to do so.

      Shaking his head, he allowed himself to relax, promising he’d make it up to her later tonight—when СКАЧАТЬ