Stacy had found herself growing more and more impressed with the two CSI agents as the evening went on. She knew from Bailey that Corps Security and Investigations was made up of former military men. Parker had been an Army Captain, and it showed. Hed been a huge help in keeping everyone in the governors entourage calm and focused.
She wasnt sure what branch of the military Harlan McClain had been part of. He wore his sandy brown hair short, but so did most of the other former military men she knew. He was hard-muscled, as shed learned when shed practically collapsed in his arms after tripping on their way out of the debris field. Clearly hed kept himself in shape since parting company with whatever military branch hed served in.
He smelled good, too, she thought, even when sweating out a bomb scare. He didnt wear cologne like a lot of men, including her ex-husband, did. He smelled of good old soap and water, a light, clean scent that probably wouldnt have smelled masculine on anyone else.
Harlan McClain was masculine to the core. It had showed in how hed dealt with the aftermath of the bombing-taking charge, keeping things moving. Hed tended to the dead and wounded, delegated authority to others as needed, and jumped right in to help Stacy when they found the governor buried under the rubble.
Very different from her ex-husband, Anthony, whod never met a problem he couldnt analyze to death.
Looking forward to seeing Zachary? Lila murmured, drawing Stacys attention back to the cabin of the small jet.
Yes, she answered, even if there was a small part of her that was dreading seeing her son after the unexpected night away from home. Zachary hated changes to his routine, so hed probably given poor Charlotte a hard time last night. Stacy almost envied Charlotte-at least a tantrum was a response. When Zachary was immersed in his own little world-a frequent event-he barely acknowledged Stacys presence.
They arrived in Freedom a little after 7:00 a.m. Stacy stayed with the governor for a few minutes, going over the changes to Lilas schedule arranged in response to the events in Austin and planning ahead for a couple of television interviews to let the people of Texas see that the governor was ready to finish out her term with her usual sass and vigor.
Finally, Lila told her to take the rest of the morning off, but to come back to the ranch house for lunch. I have something else I need to discuss with you.
With curiosity niggling at the back of her brain, Stacy walked to the ranch guesthouse she shared with her son. She found Charlotte Manning in the middle of helping Zachary find a pair of socks to wear to school.
Charlotte looked surprised to see her. Howd the governor get the hospital to let her go so early?
You know how the governor is. What doctor was going to say no? Stacy smiled at Zachary, who looked up at her for a second, then looked away, showing no sign of interest.
He went back to his search, sorting through the socks to find the blue pair. Tuesday meant the blue socks. Always.
A cold ache settled in her chest. After a year and a half of trying to come to terms with Zacharys condition, she now realized she wasnt ever going to get used to it. Shed spent every available hour researching Aspergers syndrome, reading books, blogs, dry medical journal articles and heartfelt newspaper stories from parents of aspies, as people with Aspergers syndrome referred to themselves. Shed come across a blog by a young college student who had Aspergers and found some comfort in how grounded the young woman seemed to be, despite her different way of experiencing life, but ultimately, shed had to accept that life with her beautiful son would be a series of never-ending challenges.
Hed have trouble making friends. He might never fall in love and have a life partner. He might find a job he loved but he just as easily might not. Shed fight with everything inside her to help him reach his full potential, but it was impossible to tell what that potential might be right now, when he was barely old enough to tie his shoes on his own.
The Arabian horse has a concave nose, Zachary announced, still looking at the sock drawer. He reached in and extracted the blue socks, showing no sense of triumph as he pulled the blue socks onto his small feet. The Morgan horse is the first American breed of horse to survive to this day.
Hes been reading his horse book again? Stacy asked Charlotte.
Charlotte nodded, her shaggy red hair bouncing with the movement. He was pretty insistent about reading it to me at bedtime. His reading is getting to be downright amazing.
I know he must have been disappointed not to take a riding lesson yesterday. Stacy had been taking him for lessons every Monday and Thursday for a few weeks now. Lindsay Kemp at the Long K Ranch had started giving riding lessons to disabled children a few years ago. While Zacharys problems were more developmental than physical, riding at the Long K had turned out to be good therapy for him. He loved horses enough to make the effort to interact with Lindsay in order to learn better how to deal with the horses.
Maybe she could sneak him down to the governors stables later this week. One of the groomsmen there, Trevor Lewis, had let Zachary ride one of the governors gentler horses a few times before. He seemed to know a little about Aspergers syndrome-something about a cousin who had it-and he accepted Zacharys idiosyncrasies without making a big deal about it.
Charlotte, Ill finish up getting him ready for school. You go ahead-I know you need to get there earlier than the children do.
Charlotte taught Zachary and a small number of other students with learning challenges. One of the draws for Stacy when she was considering taking the job with the governor was the Cradle to Crayons day care. The reputation of its special education curriculum was excellent. Everyone Stacy had asked about the school had concurred-Zachary couldnt ask for a better learning environment.
These days, Zachary was her reason for everything she did.
Charlotte had been a godsend. Once shed learned about Zacharys Aspergers syndrome, shed gone to work studying up on the condition and how best to work around his lack of social skills to make sure he was prepared for elementary school when the time came.
Stacy wasnt sure she was ready to think that far ahead.
Hes had breakfast, but he hasnt brushed his teeth, Charlotte warned. His lunch is packed already-
Stacy gave her an impulsive hug. I dont know how to thank you for this. Just tell me what I owe you.
Work in a couple of hours volunteering at the school over the next few weeks and well call it even, Charlotte said. It was good for me to do this. It gave me a better understanding of how to deal with Zachary during school hours. Its like on-the-job training.
Stacy walked Charlotte to the door. Ill work out a volunteer schedule as soon as I get the governor settled back into some sort of routine.
I imagine thatll take some doing, Charlotte said with a wry grin as she headed out the door.
You have no idea, Stacy thought, closing the door behind Charlotte.
WHAT DO YOU THINK? Harlan leaned over Vince Russos shoulder, growing impatient with his fellow agents continuing silence. Vince was Corps Security and Investigations go-to guy when it came to explosives. If anyone could tell them anything interesting about the undetonated bomb Stacy had found in the debris, it was Vince.
Its basically an Iraqi-style IED, Vince answered flatly.
Harlan released a long, slow breath. Hed thought so as well, at first glance, though his experience with explosives hadnt been as hands-on as Vinces had been. A former navy SEAL, Vince had set-and defused-his share of explosive devices during his time in Iraq.
Can you tell anything else about it?
Its a common make of phone-something you could find in just about any store in America. The cops will be able to see if the phone can be traced to anyone. Vince looked up at Harlan. Its not likely. The device is fairly cobbled together, but whoever made it knew what he was doing. Its a miracle he didnt set it off before the bomb squad got there to disarm it.
I was wondering about that myself- The door to the agents bull pen opened and Parker McKenna wheeled Bart Bellows through the door in a manual wheelchair.
Vince and Harlan both rose to greet their boss, hurrying to shake his hand.
Arent you still supposed to be in the hospital? Harlan asked, worried about how pale the older man looked.
Hell, if Lila can talk her way out of a hospital bed, Ill be damned if Im going to laze about in Austin all day. Bart directed his sharp blue-eyed gaze at Harlan, nodding his head toward the corner. Lets talk, McClain.
Harlan wheeled Bart with him to the corner, away from the other agents. Whats up?
The governor asked me to get you to her ranch for lunch.
Why?
I reckon she might want to thank you again in person.
Harlan shook his head. I didnt do much of anything. She should thank her aide. Shes the one who crawled into that maze and got things done.
Hed found it hard to get Stacy Giordano off his mind over the past few hours. Her gritty courage had impressed the hell out of him, but it was the pale, troubled expression on her face when hed left her there at the hospital to start the long drive home to Freedom that had stuck with him through the intervening hours. He knew next to nothing about her, really, but he had a gut-level sense that she was a woman under an enormous amount of pressure beyond her demanding job.
Hed found it hard to get Stacy Giordano off his mind over the past few hours. Her gritty courage had impressed the hell out of him, but it was the pale, troubled expression on her face when hed left her there at the hospital to start the long drive home to Freedom that had stuck with him through the intervening hours. He knew next to nothing about her, really, but he had a gut-level sense that she was a woman under an enormous amount of pressure beyond her demanding job.
Stop it. Shes not your problem. You have all the problems you need.
Well, be that as it may, she asked for you to be there, and youre going. Because that woman may well be the next president of the United States, and you dont say no to someone who might wield that sort of power someday.