His Holiday Family Page 4

  “Not Nurse Ratched?”

  “The one and the same.”

  Gideon rubbed the back of his neck, his forehead creased. “She’s a friend of the family?”

  “Yes.”

  “That will teach me to keep my mouth shut.”

  “She comes across tough and no-nonsense, but she really has a very loving heart. That is, once you get to know her.” Kathleen pressed her lips together to keep from smiling at the sheepish look on his face. “I tell you what. You can get the plates down from that cabinet and napkins from that drawer—” she pointed to the locations “—and I’ll go get the boys before this pizza gets cold.”

  As she strolled from the kitchen, the sensation that he was staring at her sent a tingling wave through her. Goose bumps rose on her arms. She quickened her pace down the hallway to Jared and Kip’s room. She’d had her younger son go into the bedroom the boys shared while Kip was in hers. Time-out in the same room only escalated their skirmishes, which had been growing worse since they’d moved to Hope.

  When she opened the door to the boys’ bedroom, Jared sat on his twin bed, chunking paper wads into the trashcan. A whole notebook, almost gone, littered the floor.

  “Jared!”

  He glanced at her, grinned and said, “Watch me, Mom.” He tore the last sheet from the pad and scrunched it up into a ball, then tossed it toward the basket. It bounced off the rim and dropped into the pile of other missed shots. He frowned. “Maybe I should move it closer.”

  “No, maybe you should clean this mess up and then come to dinner. We’re having pizza.”

  “Not tuna? Yay!” He scooted off the bed, taking half the covers with him. “The only reason I didn’t make many baskets was cause I can’t use both arms.”

  “Then I would refrain from climbing houses.”

  He bent over and picked up the first wad, frowning at his cast on his left arm. “This is gonna take forever.”

  “You should have thought about that before you decided to make the mess.” She turned away before he saw her smile. Natural consequences were great teachers, but her son could have broken something much worse than his wrist.

  Across the hall, she found Kip at the door listening to her and Jared. She peeked into her room to make sure he hadn’t left a similar mess.

  He looked up at her with those big brown eyes and long eyelashes and said sweetly, “I’m sorry I fought with Jared, but he was bugging me. I had to do something to shut him up.”

  “Getting into a wrestling match isn’t an option. Dinner is ready.”

  “I heard the doorbell. Did Gideon come with pizzas?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sweet.” Kip hurried ahead of her toward the kitchen.

  “Next time, young man, warn me when someone is coming over, especially with dinner.”

  Jared came out of his room and followed behind Kathleen. “Why did he bring pizza?”

  Kathleen waited for Jared, cradling his cast to his chest. “To see you all.”

  “Really? Us?”

  “I think he enjoyed your visit yesterday. He thought you and Kip might enjoy pizza.”

  “Kip talked his ear off. I hardly got to say anything. He was constantly asking him about what a firefighter did.”

  When she and Jared entered the kitchen, Kip was already seated at his place with three pieces of pizza with all the toppings on it. “I’m starved, Mom.”

  “We’re coming.” Her gaze latched on to Gideon standing by the counter. She crossed to the table and took a seat. Gideon moved behind her and helped her scoot her chair forward before he sat. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had done that for her.

  After Jared plopped down in the last place between Gideon and Kip, Gideon looked at each boy. “I remember Kip mentioning how much he loved pizza yesterday. Earlier that sounded good to me, so I thought I would share some with y’all.”

  “Pizza is okay.” Jared dug into the box nearest him and pulled out four pieces, piling them on his plate.

  “Hold it. You never eat that many.” Kathleen clasped her hands into fists in her lap. “Take one at a time.”

  “Kip has three pieces,” Jared whined.

  “The same goes for him, too.” Kathleen pinned her older son with a stare that told him to behave.

  “Sorry.” Kip began to put his slices back.

  “Leave them. You’ve already put them on your plate, but next time one piece at a time. I expect you two to eat every last bite of what you have on your plate.” Lord, give me patience. “Remember your manners. We have a guest tonight.”

  Both of her sons hung their heads but exchanged narrow-eyed glances.

  “Jared, it’s your turn to say the blessing.” Kathleen uncurled her hands.

  “Bless this food. Amen.” Jared jerked up his head, grabbed his first piece and took a big bite.

  When Gideon reached for a slice of Canadian Bacon, her favorite, Jared’s gaze fixed on his cast on his left arm that came down to his wrist but allowed him the use of his hand.

  “No one has signed your cast,” he said with a full mouth of food. Kathleen gave him the look, and Jared immediately chewed his pizza and swallowed before adding, “I’ve got most of my friends to sign mine at school. Annie wanted to, but I wouldn’t let her.” He held up his arm as though he had a trophy in his grasp.

  “Why not?” Gideon poured some iced tea into his glass.

  “A girl? No way. I would never hear the end of it.” Jared’s mouth pinched together, and he tilted his head in a thoughtful look. “Can you work with that cast? I’m having trouble doing things with mine.”

  A fleeting frown flitted across Gideon’s features. “Not where I want to be. I’ll be stuck behind a desk at headquarters until this comes off.”

  “I have to wear mine for six weeks. How about you?”

  “Seven or eight weeks.”

  “Bummer,” Kip said, pulling Gideon’s attention to him. “That sounds boring.”

  “Yep. But I’m not much use to the team with only one arm fully functioning. That’s why it’s important to be as careful as you can, so you don’t end up in a situation like this.” Gideon tapped his cast. “Not fun.”

  “Can I sign your cast? I want to be the first.” Kip jumped up and headed for the desk to retrieve a red marker.

  “Sure. I noticed it was a little bare after seeing yours, Jared.”

  “Can I sign yours, too? I’ll let you do mine.”

  Kathleen relaxed back against the chair while the boys wrote their names on Gideon’s cast. As he searched Jared’s cast for a blank space to put his signature, her throat tightened. Lately her two sons hadn’t done anything together without launching into a fight. When Kip finally spotted a place for Gideon to scribble his name, Kathleen lowered her head and blinked away the moisture in her eyes. How could she let something as simple as this get to her?

  Chapter Three

  Later that evening, with darkness beyond the porch light, Kathleen drew in a deep breath of the cool air with a salty tang to it. The Gulf of Mexico was one block away. She could almost hear the waves crashing against the shore. When she got a chance, she loved to run on the beach early in the morning before the town woke up. It had become her haven since she’d come back to Hope.

  Still in her scrubs from work, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “It’s starting to finally feel like fall some. I’d gotten used to having four seasons in Colorado.”

  Gideon came up behind her and leaned back on the railing. “I’m going to hate seeing October end next week. It’s one of my favorite months. In the middle of football season. Not as oppressively hot as in the summer. But I’ll take that over cold weather any day. I’m a New Orleans native—hot and muggy is what I’m used to.”

  “Jared and Kip won’t like the fact it rarely snows here. When I was growing up in Hope, it only did once. An inch. Shut down the whole town for a day until it melted.”

  “Do they know that?”

  “I’m not t
elling them.”

  The sound of his chuckle filled the space between them, warming Kathleen. His gaze roamed over her features and for a few seconds wiped all thoughts from her mind, except the man who had shared a dinner with them and entertained her sons with stories about his job. Kip had hung on every word Gideon had said. Even Jared had listened until he couldn’t sit still any longer. He’d lasted fifteen minutes, five minutes longer than usual.

  “Thanks for bringing the pizzas over. You’re a big hit with my sons.”

  “They’re good kids.”

  She opened her mouth to agree with him when she heard a scream then, “Mom!”

  She rushed into the house and hurried down the hallway, Gideon right behind her. Past calamities caused by her sons zipped through her thoughts. Jared ran out of his bedroom with Kip on his heels. Her older son tackled his brother to the floor.

  “You’re dead meat. How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my stuff?” Kip sat on Jared’s chest, pinning his brother’s arms to the carpet with his knees. He raised his hands and balled them.

  “Kip, get off Jared.”

  Kip flashed her a scowl, his fists still hovering over Jared’s face. “He tore up my notebook. I had my homework in it for school tomorrow.”

  Kathleen settled her hand on Kip’s shoulder. “I’ll take it from here.”

  “But, Mom, I’ve got to do my homework over. It’s all torn up. It was hard. I hate math, and now I’ve got to figure it all out again.”

  Gideon stepped into Kip’s line of vision. “You know I’m pretty good with math. I’ll help you while your mom and Jared have a talk.”

  Kip’s eyes grew round. “You will?”

  Gideon nodded.

  “I’ll get my book. There’s paper in the desk in the kitchen.” Kip bounced once on his brother’s stomach, which produced a grunt from Jared, then stood.

  Scrambling to his feet, Jared grimaced, holding his middle. “Mom, did you see him? He hurt me. On purpose.”

  Kathleen waited to answer him until Kip and Gideon disappeared down the hallway, then she whirled to face Jared. “You used your brother’s school notebook to make paper wads?”

  He suddenly found a spot on the floor by his feet extremely interesting. Scuffing his tennis shoe against the carpet, he murmured, “He hadn’t finished his homework. He only had four problems done. He’d told Nana he had done more than he had after school.”

  “That’s not the point. You have to respect your brother’s things.”

  Jared lifted his head. “I want my own room like I had in Colorado. I hate sharing with him. He’s always bothering my stuff. He always has to be first. He always has to have the last word.”

  “That isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”

  “Why did we move here? I hate this place. I miss my friends.” Tears glistening in his eyes, he curled his fingers into tight balls, his face screwed up into a frown.

  “I had to sell our house in Colorado. We needed a place to live. I grew up here, and I thought you all would enjoy it like I did.”

  The frown deepened into a scowl. “You’re a girl. All my friends are back home. Not here.”

  “You’ve got friends. How about Charlie down the street? How about the kids who signed your cast?”

  A teardrop shone on his eyelash then rolled down his cheek. He knuckled it away. “It’s not the same.” He spun on his heel and raced into his room, throwing himself on his bed and burying his face in his pillow.

  After entering, Kathleen sat next to her son and laid her hand on his arm. “Honey, I know this house is small, but it’s all I can afford. One day we’ll get to move to a bigger place.”

  Jared popped back up, his eyes flaring wide in hope. “Back home?”

  “No. We’re staying in Hope. I need my family around me.”

  “They can come visit. I’ll even let Nana have my room when she does and share with Kip.”

  “Honey, that’s not possible.”

  Jared turned his back on her and hugged his pillow to his chest. “You don’t care about what I want. We were fine where we were.”

  Coming to Hope hadn’t been an easy decision. She’d hated asking for help, but she’d had no choice. She’d needed a support system and a means to save money to pay off the debts. “I’ll always care, but we had to move. The cost of living was too high in Colorado.”

  Still facing away from her, he murmured, “Cost of living?”

  “How much it takes to pay for things you need.”

  “I don’t have to have ice cream, and you can forget I want a new bike for Christmas. The one at Nana’s is just fine, even if it’s a girl’s.” He twisted toward her. “And I can wear Kip’s clothes when he can’t anymore. Can we move back?”

  “As much as I appreciate your offers, we still can’t move back to Denver. This is our home now.”

  The frown returned, and he faced away from her. “You never listen to me. Only Kip.”

  “One day you’ll understand there are some things that can’t be changed no matter how much you want otherwise.” Something she had learned painfully the past couple of years. She sat for a few more minutes, but when Jared didn’t say anything else, she pushed to her feet. “You need to apologize to your brother. If you bother his things anymore, you’ll be grounded next time. Understand?”

  “Yeah, you love him more than me.”

  She leaned over and kissed the side of his head. “I love you both the same. Don’t forget to tell your brother you’re sorry.”

  Jared scrubbed her kiss away and put his pillow over his head.

  Kathleen walked from the bedroom, releasing a long sigh. Lord, I need help.

  With his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, Kip wrote down the answer and waited to see if Gideon said it was right. When he did, Kip beamed. “Thanks, Gideon, I think I get this long division now.”

  “I’m glad. I used to struggle with math until one year I had this teacher who I connected with. I finally understood what I was supposed to do. After that, math has come easy to me.”

  “I’ve only got one more problem. I’ve never done my homework this fast.”

  Gideon watched him finish his math sheet. When the hairs on his nape stood up, he knew that Kathleen had come into the kitchen. He felt her gaze on him and straightened his shoulders, resisting the urge to peer back at her. He dated women all the time, but none of them had caught his attention like she had.

  Deep down he sensed a connection as if she knew what it was to be hurt deeply and had held herself back from others because of that. Like him. Was that why he’d gotten the bright idea to bring dinner to her tonight?

  No, it was her sons. When he’d talked to them there was something that reminded him of his younger brother and him growing up in foster homes—until one day a family had adopted Zach, leaving Gideon alone. It was obvious she needed help with her sons, and for the next seven weeks or so, he would have more time on his hands than usual while he recovered from his injuries and finally could return to full duty.

  He pivoted toward her, transfixed by the soft blue of her eyes. Run. The one word set off an alarm bell in his mind. His chest constricted.

  “Is this right, Gideon?”

  In the distance he heard Kip speaking to him, but Gideon couldn’t tear his eyes from Kathleen, her delicate features forming a beautiful picture that could haunt him if he allowed her to get too close. But he wouldn’t do that.

  Run. Now.

  He wrenched his gaze away and glanced down at the last problem. “Sure. You did great. I’d better be going. I imagine you need to go to bed early with school tomorrow, and I have a lot to do in the morning. I…” He clamped his jaws closed before he made a fool of himself with his ramblings.

  “I’m going to show Gideon out, Kip. You stay in here. Do not go to your bedroom until I get back.”

  “Can I have some ice cream? I finished my homework, and it’s all correct. Gideon said so.”

  “One small bo
wl.”

  As Kip jumped up and went to the refrigerator, Kathleen swung around and exited the kitchen.

  “See you soon, sport. I’ll see about that tour of the station.” Gideon left and found Kathleen in the foyer, waiting for him. “I told Kip I’ll arrange a tour of Station Two for him—for all of you. But only if you say it’s okay.”

  “He wants to be a firefighter or a doctor. He hasn’t made up his mind.”

  “I’d say he has a few years to do that. How about Jared?”

  She shrugged. “He hasn’t said anything. But the way he’s going, I could see him being a test pilot or some other kind of job that is daring. Danger means nothing to him while I’m getting gray hairs at the young age of thirty-two.”

  “How about professional mountain climber?”

  “Please don’t mention that. Sides of houses are enough for me,” she said with a laugh.

  He liked seeing her two dimples appear in her cheeks when she laughed. Her eyes lit with a bright gleam that transformed her. “I enjoyed tonight. Of course, I’m not sure what I’m going to do until they allow me to work behind the desk at headquarters.”

  “Read a good book.”

  “I’m more an action kind of guy. Reading is too sedate for me. I tried today to circumvent procedures by reporting for desk duty and was told by the chief in no uncertain terms to stay away until I get the go-ahead from the doc. That should be in three days.”

  “Does that mean your ribs aren’t hurting? That’s quick.”

  “I didn’t say that.” As he stood in the foyer, his cracked ribs were protesting all the activity he’d done that day, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.

  She shook her head. “Men. You and Jared are too much alike. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried climbing the house again with his cast on.”

  He crossed to the door and opened it. “I wouldn’t be surprised, either.”

  “I was hoping you would disagree with me.” Kathleen came out onto the porch. “Now every time the phone rings, I’ll wonder what else he has gotten himself into.”

  “My little brother used to be the same way. I had to get him out of a lot of scrapes.”