CHAPTER SEVEN
SHEILA GILBERT LOOKED much the same as she had in high school. Barely over five feet tall, with shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and a curvaceous figure, she’d gained a smoker’s voice and somehow lost her ready smile—but those appeared to be the only changes.
“It’s wonderful to see you again,” Angela said as she and Kayla led the way to a table at the Silver Dollar Café, where Sheila had suggested they meet. A mom-and-pop place that had opened since Angela had left town, the restaurant was located across the street from Matt’s parents’ jewelry store. Angela had noticed that little detail the moment they’d driven up. Every few seconds, she found her attention drifting to the window—just in case she spotted a member of his family on the street outside. She’d liked the Jacksons. She’d liked them all—
“When did you get in?” Sheila asked.
Angela forced herself to focus. “Last Sunday.”
“What brings you back?”
She shrugged as the waitress delivered their water, and Sheila ordered coffee. “I missed it, wanted to see the town,” she said when the waitress had hurried away.
“You missed this place?” Sheila raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re kidding, right?”
Kayla’s nose appeared above the top of her menu. “You don’t like it here, Sheila?”
“What’s to like?” she asked.
“Everything,” Kayla replied earnestly. “The mountains and the trees and the buildings. And Matt, and his parents and cousins. And his funny grandma.”
Obviously, Kayla liked them, too.
“Matt?” Sheila turned to Angela expectantly.
“Matthew Jackson,” she said. “We ran into him the first day we got here.”
Sheila released a low whistle. “Now I understand. If you’ve seen Matt, you’ve seen the very best Virginia City has to offer.”
Kayla proudly lifted her locket. “He gave me this at the Christmas party last night.”
Sheila held it in her own hand for a moment. “Very nice.” She grinned wryly. “See? That’s my problem. He’s never given me a locket.”
“But you like him,” Angela said.
“Who doesn’t?” Her voice grew dreamy. “He’s a tough catch, so be forewarned. But maybe you’re better at big-game hunting than I am. Anyway, he’s nice, sexy and brave. He keeps us all safe while looking like a dream in that uniform.” She leaned forward. “And have you seen the calendar? I have May permanently taped to my ceiling. The mere sight of that picture makes me—”
Angela cleared her throat.
Sheila’s eyes darted toward Kayla. “—makes me proud of our local firemen,” she finished. But her smile said what she hadn’t been able to say. And Angela completely understood. After Kayla had gone to sleep last night, Angela had sat up staring at the picture that featured Matt with a fire hose slung over one muscular shoulder. He was wearing nothing but a fireman’s hat and a pair of pants slung so low on his narrow hips that they revealed the line of hair descending from his navel—the line of hair she’d seen for herself last night, along with what the picture didn’t show.
The memory of his hands on her body, of his body joining perfectly with hers, played in her mind again.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping to stem the tide of mortification, arousal and embarrassment rising to her face. When he’d brought her home, he’d asked her to call him after she got settled in the room, had murmured that he wanted to talk to her about what had happened between them. She’d mumbled something noncommittal, thanked him for the quilt and turned away before he could give her even a peck on the cheek. But she hadn’t been able to make herself dial his number. She felt too guilty for taking advantage of his ignorance where Kayla was concerned, knew it would make him hate her when he found out.
When he found out…
Now it was only a matter of time, wasn’t it? Because she’d already fallen in love with him and every member of his family. And if Kayla had the chance to be part of them, of what they had, Angela wouldn’t let anything stand in the way—least of all herself.
Instinctively, she reached across the table to take Kayla’s hand.
“What is it, Angie?” she asked, the question in her voice telling Angela she was squeezing a little too hard.
She had to do it, right? She had to tell for Kayla’s sake.
The lump in Angela’s throat made it difficult to speak. “Nothing. I just—I love you,” she said.
Kayla smiled sweetly as Sheila looked on. “I love you, too. I’m so glad you brought me here.”
A crushing pain made it difficult to breathe. Letting go, Angela tried to smile. “Me, too,” she said, then hid behind her menu because Sheila was watching her strangely, and she knew she’d start crying if she didn’t.
God, it’s going to be tough to give you up, she thought.
* * *
STEPHANIE’S HEAD POUNDED as the voices of the other people droned on and on. She was in a shelter, she realized slowly, lying on a mattress, gazing at the cavernous ceiling. She didn’t know how long she’d been there or who had brought her in. But she could tell they’d given her something to help her deal with the spasms that racked her body. She could also tell it wasn’t enough.
Getting up, she started for the door. She wanted to go back. Jaydog would fix her up. He always did. For a few tricks, he’d get her exactly what she needed.
A woman wearing nurse’s scrubs caught hold of her arm before she could reach freedom. “Miss, I don’t think you want to go out there. The help you need is right here.”
“You don’t have what I need,” she argued.
“It isn’t easy, but you can do it.”
“Let me go.” She tried to jerk away, but the woman’s grip only tightened.
“Listen to me,” the woman said, her voice low, harsh. “Is this the kind of life you want? Look at yourself!” She handed her a mirror, and Stephanie almost didn’t recognize the face that stared back at her. When had she gotten so gaunt and haggard? So old? And what had happened to her hair? Had someone set fire to it? Or had she set fire to it herself?
“I need some sleep,” she insisted. “I—I’ll get a haircut. I’m not as bad as you make me sound.”
“Do you want to live?” the woman asked.
Stephanie blinked at her in surprise. “What?”
“If you want to make it another year, give me the number of someone I can call.”
Stephanie took a second look at the stranger in the mirror. Who was that person? Where was she going? What had she done?
She had no answers. She had nothing.
“Who can I call?” the woman repeated, more forcefully.
Stephanie didn’t have Angela’s cell-phone number. Their relationship had become so rocky Angela had changed the number and wouldn’t give it to her. But Stephanie did remember the name of the place where Angela worked.
* * *
“WHAT’S WRONG?” Lewis asked, poking his head inside Matt’s office.
Matt yanked himself out of the lethargic stupor that seemed to swallow him whole every time he stopped moving, and shuffled some papers around. “Nothing, why?”
“You’re not yourself today.”
Angela hadn’t called him last night. She hadn’t even squeezed his hand or thrown him a quick smile when they’d parted. She’d made passionate love to him for about ten minutes, then…no real interaction at all. “Thanks,” she’d said as he’d dropped them off. “For everything.” And then she’d gone and he hadn’t heard from her since.
He shouldn’t have taken her into that bedroom. She probably thought he didn’t respect her. Or that he was only interested in what he could get from her while she was in town. Or…
Hell, he didn’t know. He’d never gotten so many mixed signals in his life. He was thoroughly confused.
“So how was the big gift exchange?”
Lewis was still standing in the doorway of his office.
Matt tried to rouse himself again. “Great. Fun. Grandma didn’t get her special eggnog, for which she’ll never forgive me. But other than that…” Other than that, it had definitely had its high points. Like the moment Angela had frantically stripped off his pants and greedily touched him everywhere, arching into him when he’d first covered her body with his.
She’d wanted to make love, too, hadn’t she? Because if that was no, how would he ever know yes?
“I ran into Ray a few minutes ago,” Lewis said.
“Oh, really? Where?” Matt could hear the flatness in his own voice, but Lewis didn’t comment on his lack of enthusiasm.
“At your parents’ store. I stopped by to pick up the necklace I bought for Peggy.”
“Peg’s going to have a nice Christmas.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good.”
Lewis stepped into the room and leaned on the back of one of the chairs. “Anyway, Peg and I plan to invite Kayla to come to Reno with us tonight.”
The mention of Kayla instantly raised Matt’s level of interest. “What for?”
“We’re going to Circus Circus, you know, for the kids. Then we’ll be staying over to have a buffet breakfast and do a little shopping. Christmas Eve is the day after tomorrow, so it’s pretty much our last chance. I thought I’d let you know in case you wanted to take the opportunity to be alone with Angela.”
Matt felt a sudden flicker of hope. Last night, he’d handled her the way he would a house fire—urgently and without finesse. She must’ve been disappointed. So…what if he brought her some flowers, took her out for a romantic dinner, spent the evening just getting to know her? If she didn’t touch him, he wouldn’t touch her. Then maybe she’d forgive him, let him start over… This time, he’d take it slower.
But she hadn’t called him even after he’d asked her to.
It was too late.
He shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m not going to bother her again. I don’t think she wants to see me anymore.”
* * *
“CAN WE GET IT FOR HIM? Please?” Kayla begged.
Angela didn’t have to ask For who? After breakfast, when they’d set off to do some Christmas shopping, Kayla had wanted to find a gift for Matt. Angela did, too. She just hadn’t expected to find anything quite like this.
“Please say yes,” Kayla said.
Angela lifted the sculpture of a fireman carrying a child to safety and read the plaque at the bottom. Safe from Imminent Danger.
Tracing a finger lightly over the face of the child, she took in the details—the smile, the rounded cheeks, the pigtails. It was a girl, which struck Angela as very significant.
“Angie?”
Angela blinked and finally answered. “Yes?”
“It’s perfect for him, don’t you think?”
It was perfect. It was also expensive, but his gifts to them hadn’t been cheap, and it said everything Angela wanted to say. Shelter her from harm. Keep her safe. Be a good daddy.
She could trust a fireman, right?
* * *
WHEN HE HEARD ANGELA at the station, asking to see him, Matt couldn’t believe it. He’d just decided she didn’t want anything to do with him. And now she was here?
Ruben, one of his men, directed her to Matt’s office.
Matt rounded the desk as Kayla came hurrying through the door.
“We got you a present,” she said breathlessly.
Angela followed, carrying a large square box wrapped in a paper decorated with little Christmas trees.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he said. But since it had brought them to the station, he was damn glad they had.
Kayla clasped her hands in front of her as if she could scarcely contain the excitement. “Open it!”
He would have, right away. Except Angela’s gaze swept over him from head to toe, so hot and hungry it nearly stole his breath. He hadn’t made any mistake last night—she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. So what was the problem?
He didn’t know, but he’d certainly ask. Because he now understood that his other plan would never have worked. Considering the force of what they were feeling, what they wanted, there was no way they’d be able to let their relationship develop slowly.
“Hi,” he said, his eyes locking with hers.
“Hi,” she murmured and gave him such a sexy, mysterious smile he got lost in it for a while—until Kayla tugged on his arm.
“Don’t you want to see what we got you?”
He doubted it could compare with what Angela had given him last night. Grinning, he took the package, set it on his desk and tore off the paper.
It was a bronze statue of a fireman saving a child.
“Do you like it?” Kayla asked.
He smiled as he stared at it. “I do. Very much. Thank you.”
“Now every time you look at it you’ll think of us,” she said.
He didn’t admit it, but he was afraid he couldn’t forget them even if he wanted to.
* * *
ANGELA REACHED FOR the phone half a dozen times without picking it up. Tonight was the night to tell him. Kayla had gone to Reno with Lewis and his family, so Angela was alone. She could talk to Matt, explain the pregnancy that had resulted from what had happened thirteen years ago and see what he’d like to do about it before she broke the news to Kayla.
Maybe he’d settle for annual or biannual visits. Why not? He wasn’t used to having a child. And it wasn’t as if Angela needed him for financial support. She did fine on her own. She’d suggest they share Kayla.
But what if he didn’t want to share? He didn’t seem like the type to have a part-time daughter. He seemed like the kind of man who claimed what belonged to him and took care of his own.
She wiped her sweaty palms on the old jeans she’d pulled on, along with a sweatshirt. She was scared. But picturing that essay, those question marks that had replaced Kayla’s last name, made Angela reach for the handset with enough resolve to get the job done. Kayla Jackson had a nice ring to it. Matt was a father to be proud of.
The phone rang just as Angela touched it. Taking a deep breath, she brought it to her ear. “Hello?”
“I want to see you. Will you come over?”
It was Matt. Of course. She’d known it would be.
Angela bit her lip. Could she really break her promise to Betty? What if he insisted on raising Kayla, and Stephanie managed to get her life together? Would he include her at all?
There were so many variables, so many risks….
“Angela?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she said and hung up.