Love Inspired January 2014 - Bundle 2 of 2: Bayou Sweetheart\The Firefighter's New Family\Season of Redemption (23 page)

Before she could act, a powerful wind caught Joey's wagon.
She'd left it outside the door when they came in from their walk. Another dumb
thing she'd done. A lawn chair tumbled through her yard, and fearing the wagon
would be caught in the squall, she'd dashed outside and grabbed the wagon
handle. That was the last she remembered, except for the vague images that
followed when she'd awakened on the ground beneath a heavy limb and Joey was in
the man's arms.

Tears edged down her cheeks. She needed to see Joey now. Where
was he? Where was the doctor? How long would she have to wait?

* * *

Devon tapped his foot, thinking he should leave but not
wanting to. Over an hour had passed, and his earlier exhaustion had returned,
leaving his brain fried. The day seemed like a dream, but then so many of those
days did. Bad dreams. At least this one had a happy ending.

Joey had become his buddy, and when his aunt Neely had arrived,
the boy called her name and opened his arms to her. She scooped him up, her
questions to him flying fast.

“Who are you?” she'd asked, her question causing him confusion.
Then he remembered he wasn't in uniform.

“I'm a neighbor a few houses down from your sister's, but I'm a
firefighter. I'd just gotten home from the bad night we've had. Everything here
was fine until this storm came out of nowhere. The microburst sent everything
sailing.”

Joey wiggled free of his aunt's grasp and raised his arms to
him, wanting back on his lap, but he hesitated, wondering if it would upset
Ashley's sister.

Neely's surprised expression merged with a grin. “You're his
hero...which you truly are. If you hadn't found Ash, who knows what would have
happened.”

“No hero. Just blessed to be there at the right time.” He
hesitated before asking his nagging question. “Do you know what's happening with
Ashley?”

She blinked as if surprised. “I thought you knew. They're
setting her leg...with a screw.”

“A screw. That means surgery.”

She nodded. “They'll let me know when I can see her. She'll be
fine. I know my sister.” She leaned down and kissed Joey's head. “I am worried
about the house, though.” A frown flickered on her face. “Anyone could break in
with the window—”

His head hurt. “Sorry. I forgot to tell you the gentleman next
door said he had a key and he'd take care of blocking the window. Temporary, but
it'll secure the house.”

“You mean Mr. Wells. Irvin and Peggy. They're thoughtful
neighbors.” A grin stole to her face. “I feel better knowing they're taking care
of it...for now, anyway.”

Gratefulness filled her eyes, and he understood the feeling.
Being there to help made him grateful. People helping people. It's the way God
wanted it to be. Again his thoughts snapped back to the scene. How long would
she have lain there without help if he hadn't witnessed the aftermath of the
accident?

“Family of Ashley Kern.”

He turned toward the doorway. A surgeon stood in the threshold
wearing green scrubs.

Neely bounded from the chair. “Will you hang on to Joey?”

Though she asked the question, she didn't wait for his response
as she rushed to the doorway and followed the surgeon into the hall.

Devon, letting Joey play with his car keys to keep him
distracted, prayed everything went well.

In a minute, Neely returned. He waited, expecting to learn the
details. Instead, Neely gave a subtle head nod toward Joey. “I can see her now,
but I'm not sure if—” she eyed Joey “—they'll allow him in, so I'll go alone and
see if it's possible to take him to see her for a minute.” She gave Devon a
searching look. “Do you mind staying with Joey?”

First he wanted answers. “I'm happy to, but what's the
diagnosis?”

Her gaze shifted to Joey. “Minor concussion and a closed
fracture. The bleeding was a surface wound.”

Devon nodded. “I was afraid it was a compound fracture.”

Her focus shifted to Joey. “I hope they'll let me take him in
for a visit. They'd both feel better.”

He nodded, admitting to himself he'd feel better, too, if he
saw her. “Go ahead. I'll be here.”

She managed a half grin. “Thanks.” Turning her attention again
to the child, she patted his head. “I'll be back in a minute, sweetie.
Okay?”

“'Kay.” The response was accompanied with the jingle of Devon's
keys.

Neely hurried away again, and Joey held up the key ring. “Go
for a ride to see Mama.”

Devon could barely focus, and he ached everywhere but
especially for the boy. “We have to wait, pal. Then maybe you can see her.” He
prayed they'd let the toddler into the room even for a moment. The child had
been brave throughout the whole mess. He was bright as a star and sweet as
sugar—maybe like his mom.

Joey rested his head against his shoulder, and Devon closed his
eyes a moment. The feel of the boy in his arms took him back to when his
daughter Kaylee was about that size. She loved to cuddle, and he loved snuggling
to her, smelling the sweetness of her hair and the scent of innocence. As Joey
calmed, stillness settled over Devon. He relaxed his shoulders and took
advantage of the silence.

“Devon.”

He jerked his head and stared bleary eyed at Neely. Joey
wriggled against him, arising from his sleep. They'd both gone to dreamland, and
now he faced Ashley's sister, embarrassed. “And I'm supposed to be watching this
young man.”

She shook her head, a calmer look on her face. “Neither of you
needed watching. I didn't mean to wake you. I know you've had a horrible night,
but they gave me permission to bring Joey down for a few minutes.” She bent over
and hoisted the toddler in her arms. “You're getting heavy, big boy.”

“I'm a big boy.” He grinned at her, then turned his dimpled
smile to Devon.

Devon pressed his back from the chair cushion and roused
himself upward. He realized this ended his excuse for sticking around. “I
suppose I should go then.”

“Don't go.” She raised her hand. “Unless you must. Ashley wants
to talk with you a minute if you can wait. I won't be long with him.” She
touched Joey's cheek. “Or if you're too tired, I can—”

His palm flexed upward to stop her. “No, I'm fine. I'd be happy
to stay.”

“Thanks. She'll appreciate it.” She turned and headed to the
door.

He sank into the chair, his heartbeat playing a rhythm against
his chest. The sensation threw him. He'd received a thank-you from many people
he'd helped during one disaster after another, and he'd never reacted with this
kind of anticipation.

He stretched his legs and folded his hands across his empty
belly, searching for a logical explanation. The boy. That was it. Joey reminded
him of Kaylee. Since she lived with her mother while he had only a few days with
her during his off time, he felt cheated. He missed so many firsts and heard
about them secondhand.

Divorce was a nightmare, especially when it wasn't his doing.
He'd taken months to sort through his emotions and to understand what happened.
No affair. No sensible reason. Gina announced she was depressed and unhappy. She
needed a change.

A change. The word ripped through him. Everyone needed a change
once in a while, but not one that ended a marriage. He'd been a good
husband...he thought. A hard worker. A loving husband and father. He asked what
he'd done wrong. She said nothing.

Maybe that was it. He'd done nothing. Perhaps her life wasn't
exciting enough, while his was too exciting fighting fires and saving lives. He
even rescued kittens in trees and dogs trapped in sewer pipes. Sleep swooped
over him, and he rubbed his eyes. His head spun with weariness, and he needed to
forget the past. She'd wanted a divorce, and his crazy forty-eight-hour shifts
complicated having physical custody of Kaylee. Instead, regrettably, he settled
for visitation.

He drew in air to clear his mind. Going over it again solved
nothing. It was the way it was, and he'd learned to enjoy the time he had with
his sweet daughter.

Devon rose, smelling the acrid coffee coming from the urn. He
took a step toward the pot, but his stomach churned. He dismissed the idea. He
needed food. No. He needed sleep.

“She's ready to see you.”

His pulse skipped hearing Neely's voice.

She shifted Joey in her arms. “I'm going to take this boy home
and give him some food and then off to bed. Thanks so much for all you've done.
You've been more than kind.”

“I'm glad I was there.” Somehow the words meant more to him
than they should. He gazed at Joey. “And don't worry about the house. I'll check
to make sure everything's safe before I hit the sack.”

She nodded her thanks and gave him directions to Ashley's room.
With another nod, she pivoted, clutching Joey in her arms and heading for the
exit.

Devon strode down the hall, his legs pushing him forward,
eagerness in his step. Helping a neighbor, anyone, always uplifted him. But the
image of her pinned beneath the trunk depleted his breath. Strange. He'd seen
those scenarios many times in his career. People hurt, bleeding, dead. Why this
reaction? For one thing, he needed sleep. That had to be all it was.

Chapter Two

A
shley longed to throw her legs over the mattress and head home. She missed Joey even though she knew Neely and her dad would wrap their love around him. She worried about other damages that might have happened to the house besides the broken front window. And then, a shattered window meant someone could break in and steal... Steal what? She didn't have anything worth stealing. Except maybe her computer. That was her most valuable possession.

Well, she could purchase another computer. Photographs, little gifts Adam had given her. Those precious items could never be replaced.

Life was precious. She thanked God her life had been spared. Joey needed her. One parent was better than none. One loving parent was a precious gift to a child. She grinned, recalling while growing up how she had been covered in love by her father.

Footsteps sounded in the hall, a heavier step than the cushioned shoes the nurses wore. Was it him? Neely mentioned his name, but she'd already forgotten. She'd seen him before, mowing his lawn a few houses down the street from hers. She shook her head, recalling that when she'd first opened her foggy eyes, she'd thought he had been an angel. Then she'd focused, noticing the dark bristles on his chin, and calculated angels didn't have to shave. Before the smile faded, her memory became a reality.

He stood in the doorway, looking hesitant.

“Please, come in.” She motioned to the only chair in the room. “I'm sure you're tired and want to get out of here.” She lifted her shoulders. “I know I do.”

A grin brightened his face, but as he moved toward the chair, she spotted more than weariness in his eyes. The expression aroused her curiosity. “At least I'm more alert than I was when you found me.” She extended her hand. “Sorry, but I don't remember your name.”

He grasped her hand and squeezed. “Devon Murphy. I live on Drayton, too, a few—”

“I know. I've seen you outside sometimes.” On her walks, she'd admired the neat two-story home of redbrick with muted moss-green trim. She'd envied the second-floor balcony and sometimes imagined what it might be like to sit there on a summer day. She had also admired his toned build and good looks. “Neely told me you're a firefighter. I couldn't have had a better person than you to find me.”

He shrugged. “Most anyone would have done the same. I'm grateful I came home later in the morning than usual because of the storm. When I saw Joey crying alone in the yard, I knew something was wrong.”

Her heart gave a kick, envisioning Joey confused and frightened. She shook her head and sent up another prayer of thanksgiving. “I'd left him napping on the sofa...and ran out to save his wagon from being blown down the street and to put my car in the garage. I thought I'd be right back inside.” She motioned toward the chair again. “Please.”

“Things don't always go as planned.” Finally he dropped onto the vinyl cushion and rested his arms on his knees, his fingers woven together. “I stuck around today for Joey. He's my new buddy.” He gave her a tired grin. “And to be honest, I wanted to know you were okay.”

“I'm fine.” She searched his eyes, curious if he visited all the people he'd rescued. “The fuzz is gone from my brain at least. Only a minor concussion, but then anesthetic can turn gray matter to mush, too.”

Devon gestured toward her leg beneath the sheet. “And the fracture. I'm sorry about that.”

Her leg was another matter. “I'm alive. It could have been worse.” She recalled her confusion. “To be honest, I thought you were an angel when I first opened my eyes.”

His seriousness fled, and he laughed. “Me. I'd be the one with a tilted halo.”

“The Littlest Angel
.
”
If he really were an angel, she would ask for a miracle healing so she could go home.

Devon's grin faded. “How long will you be here?”

“I'm not sure. The surgeon talked in circles, but I hope they let me out tomorrow.”

He arched an eyebrow. “That would be a miracle.”

Miracle. He'd read her mind.

“You had a surface wound on your thigh and then surgery to set the lower leg with a screw. They'll want to keep an eye on you for a while.”

“But...” Tears escaped her eyes and hung on her lashes. She lowered her head, hoping he didn't notice and wanting to be the brave person she'd learned to be when she lost her husband. Before she could wipe the moisture away, tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Ashley?” He sprang up and stood beside the bed, his hand on her arm. “I didn't mean to upset you. I—”

“You were being honest.” She raised her head, ignoring the tears. “I'm Joey's only parent, and what will he do without me?”

“I'm really sorry.”

His compassion touched her. “Adam died in the Middle East. Afghanistan. He never saw Joey. Never knew his son, and—” The words jammed in her throat. “Sorry. It's been nearly three years, but it still hurts.”

“I'm sure it does. I can't imagine.” His face filled with tenderness as a distant look in his eyes assured her that he understood her sorrow.

She swallowed, hoping to control her emotions, and she dug deep for strength. “With a toddler, I was blessed to find work I could do at home—secretarial work for a couple of small businesses. And I have a stack of things they need soon. The job's been a lifesaver for me. No need to hire someone to care for Joey. Setting my own work schedule.” Schedule. Her sister's image flew into her mind. “And Neely. I've really messed up her wedding.”

Devon's jaw dropped. “How did you do that?”

She pictured the lovely dress Neely had selected for the attendants. “Her wedding. I'm the matron of honor.” She flung her arm toward her leg. “Can you picture me hobbling down the aisle? I'm supposed to be her hands and eyes. But now, my hands will be on crutches and my eyes focused on not falling over.”

His concerned expression unraveled and he laughed. “I'm sorry, but you have so many other things to worry about. The wedding doesn't seem like your worst problem. Your sister will love you anyway.”

She narrowed her eyes and shot him a glare. “You don't understand.”

He drew back, giving her a cockeyed look. “I probably don't.”

His expression tickled her, and her irritation slipped away. “I...I shouldn't have taken my self-pity out on you. It's certainly not your fault.”

A tender look filled his eyes. “When's the wedding?”

“August. I doubt if I'll be—”

“Think positively. You never know. You could be dancing at the wedding. That's more than two months away.”

She shrugged. “I hope. But I can't help think of all the wedding plans I'm supposed to help with...and Joey. Now here I am in the hospital.”

“One day at a time.” He looked uneasy. “You have Neely's help, and I'm sure—”

“And my dad. He's so good with Joey, but he has things to do.” She felt foolish with her uncontrolled emotions as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I just want to go home.”

Devon drew a tissue from the box on her tray table and wiped away the moisture. “I know you do, and you will soon enough. Getting around on crutches will be the trick.”

“I can do it. If I can lift that boy of mine, I can handle a crutch.”

He chuckled again. “He is a heavyweight.” He dropped the tissue into the paper receptacle taped to the tray table. “And if either your sister or your dad needs help with Joey, I'll be happy to entertain him for a few hours when I can. I work forty-eights hours on and forty-eight hours off with an occasional Kelly Day thrown in.”

“Kelly Day? What's that? An Irish holiday?”

“No holiday or relationship to my Irish surname. Since we aren't paid overtime, we receive extra days off so our workweek meets the Fair Labor laws. A myth says the surname Kelly came from the Chicago mayor who revamped the firefighters' schedule and improved their wages and benefits.”

Seeing his grin, she realized he was even more handsome than she remembered. She tried to shift her leg so she could roll to her side, but as always the bandage and ache waylaid her. She appreciated how Devon's playfulness distracted her from her worries even for a little while.

He stood above her, his hand returning to her arm. The warmth rushed to her heart for his kindness. “I'm going to leave and get some shut-eye, and I hope you get well fast and can get home soon.”

Ashley pressed her hand against his. “Before you leave, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. You're an A-1 example of a good neighbor. I'll be forever grateful.”

“Just get well.” He straightened and gave her a wink. “See you soon.”

She lifted her hand in a feeble wave, hoping she would see him soon. It sounded nice. But as his broad shoulders swept through the doorway, the familiar guilt came back. Even when she tried to reason with herself, her late husband, Adam, filled her mind. She felt as if she were cheating on him when she enjoyed another man's company. One day the feeling might pass... Would pass, but for now, she couldn't shake it off.

She feared that having a male friend would crush the new life she'd built for herself and Joey. She'd learned to stand on her own, to be strong and determined. On the other hand, Devon made her smile, and his kindness couldn't be measured. He was an angel in a way, but friendships with the opposite sex, though aimed at being platonic, often led to romance. Months earlier she'd talked herself into a relationship that turned into a disaster. She'd been overconfident he was the real thing. She'd been duped. Even Neely's warning had flown over her head, but her sister had been right. The guy proved to be a lustful drunk, a real snake in the grass.

Enough of him. She blotted him from her thoughts and replaced him with Devon's kind face. He had these mahogany eyes, canopied by straight eyebrows. His lips curved to an amazing smile that made her smile back. If she ever fell in love again, Devon would be the kind of man she would want. He reflected the wonderful attributes she'd loved in Adam.

But Devon had one huge strike against him. She would never align herself with a man whose career put him in danger every day. Adam had been a soldier. Devon, a firefighter. Both careers screamed danger. She wouldn't do that to herself. Not again. Ever.

* * *

The red digital numbers pierced his vision and Devon closed his eyelids again. A three-hour nap was all he'd had and even that had been restless. Each time he woke, he relived hearing Joey's cries earlier in the day and finding Ashley under the tree. Too often, the images intruded. He wasn't alone. Every firefighter dealt with the same horrible recollections.

At least he'd done as he promised. When he'd pulled into his driveway from the hospital, he'd checked Ashley's window. As Mr. Wells had promised, he'd patched it with pieces of plywood that had seen better days, but it worked. Still the window required repairing, and the tree needed to be cut and removed. When Ashley came home, he didn't want those problems hanging over her.

He slipped his arm beneath his head and gazed at the ceiling. Even there he could see Ashley beneath the tree. At the hospital when he saw her after the surgery, he'd been blown away by her beautiful eyes, wide-set and as brown as dark chocolate, and arched by brows as sculpted as a bird's wings.

Knowing sleep evaded him, he slipped his legs over the edge of the bed, stretched his arms to the ceiling and dragged air into his aching chest. The short nap would suffice. Dusk hung outside the window. He glanced at the clock. Eight-thirty. Daylight savings time had given him an extra hour of light.

He ambled into the kitchen, filled the coffeemaker and stared into space. Though needing to eat, he wasn't interested in food. Instead, he wondered how Joey was faring and if Ashley had rested after they'd said goodbye earlier. She needed rest since they would have her up soon for physical therapy. She would learn to use crutches, to walk up the stairs and move around on her own. When she mastered the undertakings and healed to the physician's satisfaction, the reward would be to return home. That was what she wanted, and her drive guaranteed Ashley would do all she could to make it happen. He'd already recognized her staunch character, her determination.

Grateful for the day, he wanted to see what he could do to help with Ashley's house. His own place needed dusting and vacuuming, maybe a load of laundry, but Ashley's home needed more. His own tasks could wait.

The coffee's gurgle roused him. He filled a mug with the pungent brew and pulled out his cell phone before settling at the kitchen table. He searched the call log, spotted Neely's number and hit it. As it rang, he reviewed what he could do to help. After three rings, he raised his finger to end the call. Instead, a man answered. Question sounded in his voice.

“Hi, I'm the firefighter who found Ashley this morning. Is this her sister's number?”

“Devon. That's your name, right?” His tone became friendly. “Thanks for your help. We're grateful.”

He assumed the voice belonged to Neely's fiancé. “No need to thank me. I was at the right place at the right time.” He paused. “I didn't catch your name.”

“I'm a bit forgetful.” He chuckled. “I'm Fred Andrews, Neely's dad. I'm glad you called. You were a hit with Joey.”

“He made a hit with me.” Devon chuckled. “He's an amazing kid. So smart.”

“He is. You can tell I'm a proud grandpa.” His voice muffled a moment. “Hang on. Neely wants to say something.”

A rustle of noise was broken by Neely's greeting. “I've talked to Ash, and I thought you'd want to know she's doing okay. She slept after we left, and she's a fighter. She'll get out of there as fast as she can. Meanwhile, we'll be with Joey. My dad's available to help, and if he's busy, I can take time off work. Jon, my fiancé, would take a day, too.”