Good, because Im not steady. A lot had changed in twenty-five years, but not his love for his kidsfor all of his kids. He took Carters hand. Then lets go.
As for Isabella, hed cross that bridge when he came to it. The last thing he wanted was to see her again.
* * *
Mom, you dont have to be so stubborn.
Me, stubborn? Belle gripped her walker, refusing to give in to the limitations her head injury and consequent coma had left her with. She had work to dowork she missed back home on the ranchand being cooped up in Ranchland Manor wasnt in her plans for much longer. What makes you say that?
Oh, no reason. Violet, her beautiful, redheaded daughter, rolled her eyes. Will you get in bed already?
Im not sleepy. The evening was still lovely, with the big Texas sky stretching like a soft blue canvas. She missed horseback riding beneath that canopy with the wind on her face. She breathed in, longing for the tangy scent of grass and open prairie. The biggest problem with being stuck in this place was the walls. At forty-three, Belle lived a very active lifestyle and liked her wide-open spaces. Maybe that had to do with those early years when shed been in hiding, when her children were small.
Mom, youre here to heal, remember? Jack, her handsome, strapping son, tugged around the armchair, so it would face the window instead of the bed. Can you take it easy for once?
That would be against my better judgment.
Do something because we ask, okay? Jack took her elbow.
Yeah, Mom, it wont kill you, right? Violets loving laughter filled the room.
It might, she quipped, clunking the walker to a stop beside the armchair. Here came the hard part. She stopped her walker a few inches away, giving her just enough distance so that she would have to take a step on her own.
Do you have to do everything the hard way? Jacks dry humor washed over her, making it easy to push off from the walker and lurch toward the chair. His strong hand banded her elbow, assisting her. Violet caught her other arm and she plopped onto the cushion. Goal achieved.
Next time, it will be two steps, she declared, determined to push along her recovery from what they hoped was a temporary deficit of motor functions.
Next time, it better not be. Violet plucked Belles hairbrush off the nightstand. You dont know what we went through when you fell off your horse and had to be rushed to the hospital.
Our world stopped turning. Gruff, Jack turned away, striding fast to the window. He planted his hand on his hips, staring out at the courtyard, his whole body reverberating with emotion.
I hate that you were worried. She hadnt been there to comfort them or to ease their troubles, because shed been in a deep coma. It tore her apart. All shed ever wanted was to be there for her children.
Worried doesnt begin to describe it. Violet leaned in, brushing Belles thick auburn hair. Terrified.
Heartsick, Jack groused.
You waking up was the best thing that could have happened. Violet blinked dampness from her eyes.
The doctors say you are a wonder, too, coming back to us with hardly any impairment. Jack didnt turn from the window, but his gratitude vibrated in his voice.
Which Im grateful to God for. He is good. Belle patted her daughters arm, love brimming for them, her precious children. More grateful for them because of the two children shed left behind. My big problem is how do I convince the doctors to stop with the tests? Thats what I want to know.
Think of it this way, Violet suggested. The quicker all the testing is done, the sooner you can recover. The faster you can recover, the sooner you can come home.
Home. Nothing sounded as good. To be in her own bed, to sit in the peaceful quiet of her living room and watch the horses graze in the paddock. The restless wind, the crisp scent of fall-becoming-winter air, feeling the sun on her back as she walked through the fields. Thats the medicine she needed right now. Shed never been one to sit around and let grass grow under her boots. Any chance either of you can smuggle me out?
Funny. Violet moved around the chair, tackling the other side of Belles hair. Across the room Jacks phone buzzed. He reached into his pocket to check the screen. When he did, he traded looks with Violet.
Significant looks. As if Violet fully understood, she set aside the brush.
Youre looking lovely, Mom. A quick squint, a frown, and then she brushed a shock of hair behind Belles ear. There. Absolutely stunning.
Okay, whats up with you two? What are you not telling me? Dont even try to deny it, because I know that look. Belle couldnt explain why her pulse lurched into an unsteady gallop, as if she could feel a change in the air. Where are Maddie and Grayson?
On their way. Jacks jaw tensed as he leaned back, resting on the windowsill.
They should be here any minute. Violets hands fumbled as she reached for a barrette. One more touch, and youll be perfect. Dad wont be able to catch his breath.
Did you say No, thats not right. Belle shook her head. Something had to be wrong with her brain because shed thought shed heard...
Dad. I like the sound of that. Jack launched to his feet, facing the doorway. Its good to meet you. So good.
Dad? A tall, well-built man towered just out of reach of the light. She blinked, trying to bring the shadow into focus, but she didnt need to see him to know his identity. Her heart leaped and tingles flickered down her spine in recognition. Tears burned behind her eyes as he strode into the light, whole and safe. Her ex-husband, more handsome than ever, and distinguished with a touch of gray in his dark hair. The last time shed seen him, hed been eighteen, nearly nineteen.
Come in. Its so good to finally meet you. Violet dashed across the room and into her fathers arms.
You were just a little thing when I saw you last. Brians voice, still familiar after all this time, sounded tortured with emotion. He blinked dampness from his eyes as he reached out to hold his son. Jack hesitated a moment, as if he were unsure, before stepping into his fathers hug. You were just a toddler, Jack. I would lay you on my chest and rock you until you fell asleep.
I dont remember. Wish I did. Jack swallowed, obviously wrestling with emotion as he stepped back. Only then did she notice her other childrenthe exact duplicates of Violet and Jackslipping into the room. Carter hung back, watching the reunion.
There had been a lot of reunions in this family lately. There was only one more left. She straightened her spine, bracing for it, while at the same time wishing there was some way to get out of facing her ex.
Isabella. He choked on her name, frozen in place halfway to the bed, fisting his hands.
Maybe he was debating the merits of turning heel and leaving, so he didnt have to deal with her. Or perhaps he was just as shocked as she was with the reality of seeing him again.
Thered been a time when she had believed shed never be in the same room with him. That there would be no possible way. Life could sure surprise you.
Brian. She lifted her chin. No way was she going to let anyone know this was killing her. Put on a smile, she told herself, and welcome him. This was about the kids, not her. Youre looking well. Im thankful for that. Weve all feared for you.
I understand the same can be said of you. A muscle ticked along his strong jaw. Time had matured him, drew character in his face and pleasant lines around his eyes. Its good to see you.
She couldnt meet his gaze, although she could feel it sweep along her face. She tried to answer him, but words stuck in her throat and refused to budge. It wasnt good to see him again. It was agony.
Maybe we should leave you two alone to talk, one of the girls suggestedmaybe Maddie? Belle didnt dare look up to see for sure. Staring at a polished fingernailthe girls had given her a manicure this morninggave her something to do as the kids left the room, calling out promises to talk later to Brian, that they couldnt wait to share the good news with their significant others. As their voices and footsteps faded, silence settled inor what silence she could make out over the thump of her heart echoing in her ears.
Brain came closer, then halted again.
You dont have to see me if you dont want to. His baritone turned tender and smoky, the way it always had when it had just been the two of them.
Images assailed herof them standing side by side at the boys cribs while they slept. Of Brian bringing her a steaming cup of her favorite tea while she nursed newborn Grayson, with Tanner tucked in one of his arms. And less than two years later, of the pride and stark love on his face in the delivery room when they both drank in the sight of their beautiful newborn daughters. She could still feel his kiss to her forehead, so sweet her soul ached.
Its fine. She found the courage she needed to meet his gaze. A strangers gaze, she told herself stubbornly. That young man shed lovedthat teenager whod stood beside her as husband and best friendno longer existed. Just as she was no longer that same starry-eyed girl.
A lifetime separated them. And always would.
Chapter Two
Come sit, Brian. You look pale. Belle might be trying to hide it, but he could sense her true feelings. All she wanted was for him to turn back around and walk out of her life.
He knew the feeling. It would have been easier if hed never walked through that door.
The kids have been worried. She looked toward the window instead of at him.
I didnt know they were searching for me. His voice didnt sound like his own, so raw and broken. Too vulnerable, he sank into a bedside chair. I was out of touch longer than I planned, but I was safe and cared for.
You look exhausted. You always were one to work too hard.
I used to work hard for you, Isabella. For our kids. He didnt expect her to understand the pride he felt in his family when theyd been teenage parents fighting to keep their marriage together. I never meant to let you down.
There, hed said it. The words hed yearned to say since the U.S. Marshal drove her and two of their children away. Im sorry.
I forgave you long ago. She bowed her head, not looking at him. We both had to get on with our lives.
Yes. He bowed his head, too. Forgetting is a different matter.
It was easier when I knew Id never have to see you again.
Easier to keep it buried. Those feelings of failure, the mountains of regret. So much lay lost and broken between themmarriage vows, promises and the hope of raising their kids together. We each had kids to take care of. Protecting them came first.
Exactly. She lifted her head, her soft auburn hair cascading over her shoulders with a graceful bounce.
This really must be a shock for you. Seeing me like this. The twins didnt warn you I was coming?
No. She traced her fingertips along the edging of the armchair so she didnt have to look at him.
I tried to prepare myself on the way here. He cleared his throat. Time had changed herher face had lost the round softness of youth, to be replaced by almost regal maturity that was impossibly more beautiful. But she was no longer his, and thats the way they both wanted it. Carter told me all about how the twins found one another and how they were praying at your bedside on Thanksgiving when you first opened your eyes and came back to them.
Carter is a wonderful young man. Hes so much like you Her honest, unguarded gaze found his. This wasnt easy for her, either.
I hope he doesnt make my mistakes.
We all make mistakes. Regret weighed on her, too, easy to see. I hear you are an amazing doctor, like I always knew you would be. You help people, Brian. You make a difference in this world, and your children are proud of you.
You dont have to try so hard to be kind to me, Isabella. We didnt exactly part on good terms.
No, but for the kids sake
We have to try. He nodded, glad they agreed on this. If only he knew what to do about the pain wedged into his chest. Seeing her again made him aware of how hed failed her. Being teenage parents with two sets of twins had been tough and the stress had torn them apart. Hed been to blame for that. He couldnt deny it, and the guilt burdened him.
They shouldnt be proud. Im not saving the world, just going where God leads. His head reeled, more overwhelmed than he wanted to admit. This latest mission didnt turn out like I expected. For a while I worried I might not see the kids again.
Oh, Brian. That must have been agonizing. When I woke up and realized what I could have lost
Exactly. Weddings. Grandchildren. Birthdays. He smiled wistfully. Speaking of which, I couldnt believe it when I discovered that all of our kids are altar-bound.
I had a similar reaction to the news, she confessed. But deep down, Im so thankful to God for both of our lives...and that we get to share in the happiest of our childrens lives.
Im thankful youre here, Isabella. But for the Lords grace, I might be having to confront our grieving children and I dont think I could take seeing them hurt like that.
That was my fear, too. Her hand found hislarge and strongand at the touch of his skin, her heart twisted. The pain of the past and the divorce stood between them, refusing to relent. She swallowed hard, wishing the past didnt hurt so much. What happened to you? Why couldnt the kids find you?
The strep hit hard. One moment I was fine, the next I was so sick I couldnt function....
Tell me everything, Belle insisted.
I recall leaving Blackstone in my beat-up SUV and heading toward a farming town along the border. Unfortunately, my car overheated when I was ten miles outside the migrant camp.
How awful! So you were stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone?
It wasnt as bad as it sounds. A local farm worker happened by in his truck and arranged to have my car towed for repairs. Since it was on his way, he offered to drop me off at the migrant camp while my vehicle was being worked on. He sighed heavily. Unfortunately, car troubles were the least of my worries. By the end of my first day at the migrant camp, I was sidelined by a cough and a high fever.
Belle couldnt hide her concern. Oh, my...what happened next?
I knew I had to leave, because I could be highly contagious and might be doing more harm than good at the camp. So I got a lift back to the auto shop, picked up my SUV and decided to drive to a nearby medical clinic to get checked out. A shadow crossed his face. But a short time later I had to pull over because I was too weak to drive and a hazard to others. I sat on the side of the road praying for someone to come by...and the next thing I knew, I woke up in the ditch.