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Authors: Suzanne Ferrell
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box again, retrieving several more long sleeved shirts. “No. No other coat in here.”
“What’s that back there?” He pointed into the closet, a gray sleeve stuck out of the back.
Standing, Sami reached for the item. Her heart beat faster. She pulled the Scarlet trimmed gray team jacket out and stared at it. She’d forgotten she still had this. Her brother Luke had bought the Ohio State jacket for Aimee the year she was diagnosed with cancer. He’d bought it too big so she could grow into it. Luke was a big believer in challenging people, giving them goals to live up to. The sad thing was this was one challenge her little daughter couldn’t meet, no matter how much she’d wanted to.
Sami waited for the pain to hit her. It didn’t. Only a sweet remembrance of how happy Aimee had been when she opened the box that Christmas. She never got to wear it. Tears sprang into Sami’s eyes for the little life that had ended much too soon.
“Samantha?”
Startled, Sami blinked hard at the tears, then held the jacket up. “This should fit him, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I do.” He gave her a quizzical look as she handed it to him.
“Did you get a thermometer? I’d like to know just how high Nicky’s temp is before that Tylenol kicks in.” She hurried past him. Suddenly feeling faint, she needed to escape the closet. She needed to do something. She needed air.
“It’s in the bag on the dresser.” He called after her.
In the bedroom, Sami stooped over and fought to take deep breaths. Slow it down. You can handle this. She concentrated hard and willed her breathing to return to normal. Her vision cleared.
On the dresser, she found the thermometer right where Jake said it would be. Slipping it in under Nicky’s arm, she sat beside him. Waves of memories flooded her senses, finding out she was pregnant with Aimee; giving birth after the normal twelve hours for a first pregnancy; changing her daughter’s diapers while the little baby cooed and grinned at her; the day in the doctor’s office when he told her he suspected Aimee might have leukemia.
Pictures and scenes of her life she’d shoved into the dark corners of her memories, so she could function without the pain. Tonight the images rolled past her like the black and white images of a silent movie, almost as if she viewed someone else’s life. Perhaps she did. The woman who’d experienced those things first hand had ceased to exist four years ago. Until last night when Jake forced himself and Nicky into her life, Sami Edgars hadn’t lived since the day Aimee was taken from her.
Sami glanced at her scrub jacket crumpled on the floor where she’d dropped it the night before. Inside its pocket lay the duel sleeping pill prescriptions she’d conned from the docs at work. Her need for them now gone. Her will to live snapped back into place by her own brush with mortality.
A noise from the doorway thankfully brought her to the present.
“We need to leave, Samantha.” Jake stood watching her. Wearing the canvas field coat her brother left at her apartment for emergencies open in front and the duffel bag slung over one shoulder, he looked like a model right out of a hunting magazine.
The very masculine way he leaned against the door jam, hands in his pockets, relaxed with one leg crossed in front of the other, pulled his jeans tight and accented his thighs. Her eyes traveled up over his hard body. Even in the loose, casual shirt and jacket, she knew how firm and conditioned his body was. She’d memorized every inch when he’d landed on her last night, then held her this morning.
Her body heated with the memory. No longer fearing he meant to kill her, this attraction to him scared her almost as much.
Forcing herself to concentrate, she removed the thermometer from under Nicky’s arm. “One hundred and two, point eight. No wonder he feels so sick.” She looked at Jake. “No way we can get him some antibiotics?”
Jake simply shook
“What’s that back there?” He pointed into the closet, a gray sleeve stuck out of the back.
Standing, Sami reached for the item. Her heart beat faster. She pulled the Scarlet trimmed gray team jacket out and stared at it. She’d forgotten she still had this. Her brother Luke had bought the Ohio State jacket for Aimee the year she was diagnosed with cancer. He’d bought it too big so she could grow into it. Luke was a big believer in challenging people, giving them goals to live up to. The sad thing was this was one challenge her little daughter couldn’t meet, no matter how much she’d wanted to.
Sami waited for the pain to hit her. It didn’t. Only a sweet remembrance of how happy Aimee had been when she opened the box that Christmas. She never got to wear it. Tears sprang into Sami’s eyes for the little life that had ended much too soon.
“Samantha?”
Startled, Sami blinked hard at the tears, then held the jacket up. “This should fit him, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I do.” He gave her a quizzical look as she handed it to him.
“Did you get a thermometer? I’d like to know just how high Nicky’s temp is before that Tylenol kicks in.” She hurried past him. Suddenly feeling faint, she needed to escape the closet. She needed to do something. She needed air.
“It’s in the bag on the dresser.” He called after her.
In the bedroom, Sami stooped over and fought to take deep breaths. Slow it down. You can handle this. She concentrated hard and willed her breathing to return to normal. Her vision cleared.
On the dresser, she found the thermometer right where Jake said it would be. Slipping it in under Nicky’s arm, she sat beside him. Waves of memories flooded her senses, finding out she was pregnant with Aimee; giving birth after the normal twelve hours for a first pregnancy; changing her daughter’s diapers while the little baby cooed and grinned at her; the day in the doctor’s office when he told her he suspected Aimee might have leukemia.
Pictures and scenes of her life she’d shoved into the dark corners of her memories, so she could function without the pain. Tonight the images rolled past her like the black and white images of a silent movie, almost as if she viewed someone else’s life. Perhaps she did. The woman who’d experienced those things first hand had ceased to exist four years ago. Until last night when Jake forced himself and Nicky into her life, Sami Edgars hadn’t lived since the day Aimee was taken from her.
Sami glanced at her scrub jacket crumpled on the floor where she’d dropped it the night before. Inside its pocket lay the duel sleeping pill prescriptions she’d conned from the docs at work. Her need for them now gone. Her will to live snapped back into place by her own brush with mortality.
A noise from the doorway thankfully brought her to the present.
“We need to leave, Samantha.” Jake stood watching her. Wearing the canvas field coat her brother left at her apartment for emergencies open in front and the duffel bag slung over one shoulder, he looked like a model right out of a hunting magazine.
The very masculine way he leaned against the door jam, hands in his pockets, relaxed with one leg crossed in front of the other, pulled his jeans tight and accented his thighs. Her eyes traveled up over his hard body. Even in the loose, casual shirt and jacket, she knew how firm and conditioned his body was. She’d memorized every inch when he’d landed on her last night, then held her this morning.
Her body heated with the memory. No longer fearing he meant to kill her, this attraction to him scared her almost as much.
Forcing herself to concentrate, she removed the thermometer from under Nicky’s arm. “One hundred and two, point eight. No wonder he feels so sick.” She looked at Jake. “No way we can get him some antibiotics?”
Jake simply shook
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