Fit for Love (A Stand By Me Novel Book 3) (7 page)

I grip the steering harder. Did he hit his head hard enough for a concussion? The minute I think it, I scold myself. My brothers and I were always bleeding and bruised. It’s part of growing up, right?

Maybe I’m in over my head. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should back away now before I’m too attached.

“Do you think his dad needs to know?” I ask quietly. What if it’s something more than a cut and a bump? I’d want to know.

“Oh. Yeah.” She exhales and pulls out her phone and her thumbs move across the screen. “It’s probably nothing, right? I’ll tell him we’ll update him when we know.”

I park the car at the emergency entrance lot. “I can carry him if he’ll let me. There’s going to be paperwork that only you’ll be able to fill out.”

“Yeah. Good idea.” She unbuckles him from the seat. “Aiden’s going to help Mommy. He’s going to carry you.”

I reach inside and expect him to let off a bloodcurdling cry…but nothing. He reaches out his arms and lets me take him.

Nashville Memorial is crowded. We sit in the packed waiting room. I suppose you have to be bleeding out the eyes to be seen any faster. Gunner and Kiley look at magazines and try to avoid the sneezes of the man two chairs down. He seems to have plague-like symptoms and he’s waiting in line like the rest of us.

Surprisingly, Ryder insists on staying in my lap since Makenna can’t hold him and fill out the necessary paperwork at the same time. I like the trusting feel of his head against my chest. His hair is soft and tickles my chin. He presses his ear to me like he’s listening to my heartbeat.

He’s a thin kid. Small, breakable looking arms and legs. He seems so fragile. I take a steadying breath and pat his back.

I fully expect him to realize any minute that I’m the guy he doesn’t like. Makenna frowns at her phone screen.

“Everything OK?” I ask.

“It’s Jared. I told him not to come. He’s here.”

As if on cue, the automatic doors slide open and a guy enters. He’s flanked by two muscle-bound friends who walk toward us. His face reddens when he sees me.

He points at me but looks at Makenna and makes no effort to keep his voice low. “Who is he?”

Me or Ryder? I only question it for a moment. He and I make eye contact. What the hell?

“Jared,” Makenna says. “This is Aiden. Calm down. We’re waiting to get Ryder in to see someone.”

“I’m Jared Jameston,” the guy says. “Ryder’s dad.”

“Aiden Alesini.” I nod my chin at him. The guys—who must be bodyguards—wander off as if to give us all some privacy.

Jared Jameston. Huh. Everyone knows this guy’s name. Although I’m not really a fan since I don’t follow country music, I do know who he is. He’s even set to perform the Super Bowl half-time this year.

The nurses at the front desk look at Jared. One whispers to her co-workers and I wonder if they recognize him.

I remain calm. “He’s probably fine, but we wanted to check—”

Makenna shoots out of her chair. The metal chair legs scrape against the linoleum. “I told you not to come. Ryder is fine.” Her voice shakes and I sense she’s about to lose her temper.

I reach out and touch her arm. “Makenna.”

“She’s Mak,” he says in correction.

My gaze swings up to him. Asshole. I stare at him. I’m not about to get into a pissing contest in the emergency room.

“That’s my son,” he says with raised eyebrows. “I want to know what happened and if your boyfriend is responsible.”

I turn to Makenna. “Do you want me to go outside and talk to him about what happened before they throw us out?” I may have to kick his ass for accusing me, but I can do that out in the parking lot.

She glares at him. “You need to leave.”

Ryder sits quietly with his head against my chest. His eyes are wide as his gaze darts from his mother to Jared and back.

Jared looks at me instead of Makenna. “No. I’m not leaving Ryder.”

This isn’t fair to the little boy in my arms. He shouldn’t have to hear an argument that is more about his mother dating than about him getting hurt. I stand and Ryder clings a little tighter to my body, like a small monkey not phased that I’m moving around. “Makenna,” I say and turn to hand him to her.

The kid squeezes my neck. “No,” he says.

I see him as Jared must. Blood crusted on his face in spots missed by the washcloth. Blood-matted hair standing straight up from his forehead like it’s been gelled for a funky hairstyle.

He looks like he’s been brutally attacked.

I pat him on the back. “It’s fine. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait with you.”

There’s a room full of waiting patients who stare at us like we’re their reality TV. Jared looks around at them. “I’ll wait, too.” Then he finds a seat at the opposite end of the waiting room and sits with his arms folded over his chest. His bodyguards walk outside. I sense Jared’s gaze on me but ignore it.

I expect Ryder to balk and want his father. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Ryder tucks his head under my chin and says, “Horse? Where’s horse?”

It’s almost like he says it to himself or only for my ears. “Soon,” I say, and sit back down. “We’ll go back. I promise.”

“Sorry about Jared,” Makenna says.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” I smile at her and then at Ryder.

Ryder nods in satisfaction and crawls over to his mother’s lap where he entertains himself with twirling strands of her long hair. He sings softly to himself and I can’t make out the words.

I watch this child, so trusting of me now. So in love with his mother.

I know the feeling.

I freeze at the thought. Holy shit. Did I really just think that?
Too soon, too soon, too soon.

Something happened today between us, something more than a simple date. Nonna always said it would happen in a flash—the recognition of two souls.

“Ryder Ross?” a nurse calls from the station.

Makenna looks up. “That’s us.”

She holds Ryder close to her chest, those legs wrapped around her waist, as she walks to the intake desk.

Ross? His last name isn’t Jameston. I’d assumed—even though she said they were never married—that Ryder would at least have his dad’s name. I glance over at the guy who still looks as angry as he did earlier.

“Aiden?” Makenna calls my name.

I get to my feet and walk quickly to the desk. “Yeah.”

The nurse smiles. “Oh yes, I remember you two. He’s your fiancé, right?”

Cocking my head, I give a half grin. It’s Nonna’s nurse from ICU. “That’s me.” I don’t bother to say she’s mistaken.

We don’t have time for long explanations.

The nurse exits the station and walks toward the doors into the back room where we’re to follow.

I glance over my shoulder to see Jared standing a few feet away with his hands on his hips and fury in his eyes.

He’s a man scorned and ready for a fight.

A
iden

T
he doctor examines
Ryder’s head inside a curtained space of a larger room. I worry about the kid’s arm since he cried out earlier, but it doesn’t seem to hurt him now that we’re at the hospital.

“Looks like he’ll need some stitches, five or six. It shouldn’t leave a scar.” Dr. Jenkins removes his plastic gloves and tosses them inside the waste container. “It’ll be quick and easy. You’ll be done in less than an hour.”

Makenna grabs my hand. Her calm expression doesn’t give away a thing. Only, I know from our linked hands that she needs reassurance, so I squeeze gently.

I didn’t understand until today what it’s like to be a parent. To worry that you could’ve protected a child from getting hurt. To dread even the smallest amount of pain that you wish you could shoulder in his place. And I only feel a one-hundredth of what Makenna must feel.

How has she done this all alone? I release her hand and tug her in close to my side, my arm wrapping around her waist.

Ryder sits wide-eyed, glancing between us and the doctor. The good thing about a three-year-old is a lack of vocabulary. He hasn’t a clue about stitches.

Dr. Jenkins instructs a nurse to numb the area and he leaves to check on another patient, drawing the curtain closed behind him.

“I’ll be right back in,” the nurse says to us.

Makenna glances in the direction of the waiting area. “I’m not used to Jared being around.” She hesitates, then releases my hand. “I need to go out there and tell him everything is OK and the doc is doing stitches, but I don’t want to leave Ryder.”

I’d almost forgotten about Jared. “You stay here with Ryder. I’ll go tell Jared. And I’ll let Gunner and Kiley know everything is fine.”

My delivering Ryder’s diagnosis to Jared—no matter how I finesse it—will go over like telling one of my female clients at the gym that she’s gained ten pounds. I’m sure Makenna doesn’t realize he heard the nurse call me her fiancé.

The nurse returns with a swish of the curtain and applies gel to Ryder’s cut. He freezes, his gaze moving from me to Makenna and then to the nurse.

The sensation of the numbing gel must feel odd to him and he looks uncertain.

“You have a brave little boy.” The nurse disposes of the gauze she used.

I touch Makenna on the arm. “I’ll be right back.”

“I need something for pain,” a familiar voice bellows. A man in the next curtained area cries like he’s lost a limb instead of having the achy big toe I heard him complain about in the waiting room.

I want to tell him to grow a set of balls or he’s going to scare Ryder.

Ryder’s eyebrows scrunch in protest when I take a step, and he holds his hands out to me.

Something clenches in my chest that he cares whether or not I’m around. I’m not sure what to do. On the one hand, I need to leave and go to the waiting room. But he trusts me.

I step to him and fold his fingers into a fist. Then I bump my fist against his small one. “Take care of your mom while I’m gone. I’m coming right back.”

Makenna sits on the edge of the gurney-like bed. “Let’s talk about the horses. What was the boy horse’s name? I can’t remember…”

Outside in the waiting room, I look for Jared but he’s nowhere. I head over to Gunner instead and sit across from them. “He’s fine and only needs a few stitches. Thanks for coming. I’d like to bring Ryder back to see the horses again sometime, if that’s OK.”

“Anytime. I figured the cut wasn’t too bad.” He stands and Kiley gets up beside him.

“Tell Mak it was nice meeting her and we should all go out together sometime.” Kiley grabs her bag from the chair and nods at Gunner. “You might as well take me to eat since we’re in town.”

Gunner rolls his eyes. “Woman. Are you hungry again?”

I’m jealous of their easy banter. Their companionship with one another is a visible blanket around them. I’ve never had that with a woman. Something that feels as easy as hanging around with the guys.

I find Jared standing a few feet outside the entrance to the emergency room. He must think we were going to skip telling him anything, but it’s luck that I thought to search outside.

“Hey, man. Makenna didn’t want to leave Ryder back there. She wanted you to know that he’s getting five or six stitches. He’s not even upset. It’s all fine. If you want to go back and see him, I’m sure you can.”

“I had to step outside. Some people recognized me and I can’t have the press up here. If Ryder’s OK, I think I’ll let Makenna handle it.”

In other words, he’s not coming inside. This guy isn’t winning father of the year anytime soon. What does it matter about the press? Then it hits me. The public might be clueless that he has a son.

“I’m glad you came out to find me though,” he says. His eyes narrow. “I wanted to talk to you without Makenna.”

I glance toward the building. I don’t want to stay gone longer than necessary, but I also don’t want him to think he’s intimidating me. “For a minute.”

He rubs a hand over his trim beard and he studies me. “I don’t want to come across wrong, but I need to know about your relationship with Mak.”

“That’s not your business.” My tone is even and non-confrontational since I don’t know enough about his relationship with Makenna to figure him out.

He pauses. After a long minute that gets on my nerves, he says, “I have to be concerned, because of Ryder. Anyone who is around my son is my business.”

“Right. But you should be having this conversation with Makenna. She’s the one making decisions about Ryder.”

“And she’s done a good job. But I’m back now and I’m part of my son’s life. I’ll have a say in who she has around.”

I raise my eyebrows. “She’s a smart woman. She can make her own decisions.”

“Mak and I have known each other for a long time. I understand her demons. We’re more alike than you and she will ever be. Now we have Ryder and that’s something that ties us to each other forever.”

“You’ve got it wrong. You’re Ryder’s dad and you’ll be tied to
him
forever. Sure. But that’s all. I’m glad we had this little talk,” I say and turn. “I need to get back in there now. She’s expecting me.”
Not you.

An ambulance pulls into the drive, making enough noise that I almost miss his parting shot.

“She’ll break your engagement. She won’t marry you. You have no future together. I promise you that. You’ll find out the hard way.”

He definitely heard the nurse call me Makenna’s fiancé. I push away the anger that makes me want to turn around and pummel his superstar face. It’s a fake engagement. You can’t break an engagement that’s not real.

Even though it’s pretend, my feelings for her grow by the minute. The sliding glass doors close behind me and I stride through the waiting area and toward the consultation rooms.

Once there, I step into the room and behind Makenna and place my hands on her shoulders in a comforting gesture. The nurse applies numbing gel to Ryder’s forehead again. Ryder squirms on the bed.

“Hey.” I rub Makenna’s back for a second. “I thought the doc would’ve started by now.”

“In a few more minutes.” She turns and whispers. “I’m afraid he’s going to freak when he sees a n-e-e-d-l-e.”

Looking back at Ryder, I can visualize this very thing happening. “Ryder? I have something on my phone to show you.”

I pull out my cell and search for a movie. It’s a superhero action flick, and I pray it’s not rated for adults only, since I can’t remember much about it. I hold it in front of him. “Here it is.”

Ryder sits up, but I gently push against his chest. “Relax. Let me show you.” I sit on the edge of the bed and show him my phone screen.

Dr. Jenkins enters and talks to the nurse in a hushed tone.

Although the area explicitly forbids cell phones, the doctor doesn’t say anything to us about it. Smart man. He’s probably dealt with more than one scared little kid.

The numbing gel on Ryder’s forehead obviously did its job. I hold my breath as Dr. Jenkins begins. Ryder doesn’t even notice.

The doc stitches the opening with six tiny loops before he pulls it tight and clips the end. The entire procedure takes seconds. He applies a large white bandage to cover the cut and gives instructions to Makenna on how and when to change the bandage.

Ryder never looks away from the movie, his eyes taking in all the action on the small phone screen.

“All done,” I say and press pause on the movie.

“No.” Ryder’s brow furrows and he attempts to grab my phone. “My movie.”

“We’ll watch it later, OK?” His gaze tracks my hand as I pocket my cell. Maybe he’ll forget about it once we get outside.

Wrong. The kid has a memory like an elephant. While walking to the car, his little fingers press against my jeans pocket to check for my phone.

Makenna smirks. “It was a great idea at the time. But you have no clue how persistent he can be. It’s his best and worst trait.”

I shrug before I open the car door for them. “Ah. Best trait definitely. Mine, too. Kid’s going places.”

Pulling my cell phone out, I find the movie and press play.

I hand Ryder the phone so he can continue his movie. She buckles him into the seat. Once she’s in the passenger seat, she turns. “I forgot to ask about Jared. So, you told him and everything was… What’s that look? What?”

I pull out of the lot and drive toward her house. “He warned me off.”

Her mouth drops open. She begins to say something, then closes it and looks out the side window.

“Yeah. I think he’s not over you.” I didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to start this. But I need to know.

We drive without speaking. No reply from her about her ex. No radio. No made-up lyrics that Makenna may not even realize she’s singing. The nerves along my skin prickle in awareness of her and the tension between us.

The dark night signals a close to our outing like a theater curtain coming down on a play. She’s in the shadows. I concentrate on my driving and try to stop glancing over at her. I’m not ready for it to end.

“You’re wrong.” Her tired words hint of the history between them.

“Convince me.”

She pivots in her seat to look at Ryder and then back to me. “Can we finish this discussion at my house?”

“Yes.” I’d almost forgotten about the little ears in the back.

I need assurance, because I hate my uncertainty. I hate what Jared said. But most of all, I hate the
way
Jared said things—like he has a reason to be cocky.