Harvest Dreams (7 page)

*
Stepping out the door he turned to close it to see Dade standing three feet away coming out of Cora’s room quietly. His friend’s eyes were on the naked woman on the bed he’d just left. Closing the door quickly he met his eyes and held his hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking.
Dade had a shocked look on his face as his eyes wandered over his side with the scratches and the strawberry mark on his chest. He opened his mouth and Steven grabbed him and half dragged him to the back of the kitchen.
“Not a fucking word, Dade.” Steven hissed quietly.
Dade’s jaw Dropped open and he shook his head. Placing his hands on his hips he let out a whooshing breath.
“Please man. She doesn’t want anyone to know.” Steven was ready to Drop to his knees and beg.
Dade opened his mouth then closed it. Taking a deep breath he whispered as quietly as he could. “How long has this been going on?” He scowled at him.
Steven stepped past him and grabbed two bottles of water. “Since we got here.” He stepped up beside him. “Just keep your mouth shut, please, it’s complicated. I’ll explain when we’re back home again.”
Dade pointed towards the bedroom. “What I just saw was pretty fucken simple!” He took a breath and raised his hands. “Fine, at home!”
“Cora okay?” he asked before he ran back to Rachel
Dade nodded. “Sleeping off and on. Can I prop some pillow to keep her from rolling on it again.”
Steven nodded. “Or just use your body, whatever works.” He winked and then walked back to Rachel’s room.
He closed his eyes for a moment before looking down at the sleepily smiling woman as she opened her heavy eyes and looked up at him.
“Thought you forgot about me.”
He locked the door again and pulled off his sarong. “Like that will happen.”
Rachel took the bottle with a smile. “I seem to have marked you up, Doc. You better wear a shirt tomorrow.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll tell everyone you went stepping out early this morning.”
It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but right now he was more concerned with dealing with Dade. “I’ll cover them, Angel. Now come here and at least let me hold you for a few hours before I have to go back to reality.” He kissed her softly and pulled her into his arms.
*
He pulled the shirt over his head and looked at it.
The trees had ripped it to shreds
Why had that other man run to stop him?
Didn’t he see how evil she was?
He’d hid in a tree until everyone left.
He’d failed again.
She lived.
Why were so many getting in the way? Grabbing his head he dropped back to rest.

Chapter 7

Dade glanced again at Cora lying back in the passenger seat. “You need me to stop, honey, so you can get out and stretch a bit or anything?” He wanted to cry every time he looked at her.

Cora smiled at him. “No thank you, Dade. I’m just going to lie back and close my eyes. I suspect Leena drugged me heavier than needed for the trip back.”

Dade glanced in the mirror to see Steven grinning in the back seat. “At the Doctor’s orders, Cora. Sorry but jarring it around on the trip home would not be very comfortable for you.”

Cora laughed softly. “Well I’m floating with the van home, so it’s all good, Doc.”
Dade grinned over at the slightly stoned tone of her voice and then looked in the rearview mirror again. “Never heard her so sweet and agreeable. What tincture is Lee using?”
Steven laughed. “Sorry, only doctor prescribed.”
*
“Cora has the right idea actually.” Rachel said with a yawn. “I need a nap.”
Steven reached over and popped her seat belt undone. “I volunteer to be your pillow my lady.”
Rachel smiled at him and leaned down resting her head in his lap. Grinning to herself she rolled to face him bending her knees up to rest on the seat. She snuggled her face into him several times. Feeling his reaction to her rubbing over his lap she grinned up at him and then closed her eyes. She knew she was only fooling herself in thinking she could have some contact with him and still stay out of his bed. It was going to be hard to stay away, but she knew she had to she couldn’t lose Steven.
*
Running his one hand into her hair Steven gently massaged her scalp. He rested his other hand over her rib cage and sat there looking down at her until her breathing settled.
When he lifted his head he caught Dade’s knowing look in the mirror. He glared at him for a moment. Steven spoke as quietly as he could without disturbing Rachel but loud enough Dade would hear. “I can’t believe not one person at the camp had any scratches on them but you.”
Dade raised his eyebrows at him in the mirror and smirked.
Steven closed his eyes realizing he was thinking of the marks on his own sides. “How is that possible?”
Dade sobered and shook his head. “I have no idea. But all of us walked around enough today to see every person there. And it’s hot enough there was enough skin exposed to check.” He wiggled his eyebrows at him in the mirror.
Steven shook his head and bared his teeth at him. Getting him to stay quiet wasn’t going to be easy. Rachel nuzzled into him in her sleep and he immediately looked down at her. Her dark eyelashes against her pale skin looked like crescent moons. The decision came to him while he was sitting there looking down at her. If she thought she was going to just walk away and forget about their four days together, she was in for a surprise because he planned on reminding her every chance he got.
“I’m going to take them to Owen’s first and get Cora settled then I’ll Drop you off.”
Steven looked up when Dade spoke. “Sounds good. I want to check Cora’s side after the trip anyways.”
Dade nodded and kept his eyes on the road.
*
“What do you mean I can’t go to work? I sit in a chair most of the day, how will that hurt me?” Cora demanded from Dade.
Dade watched her pull her shirt back into place as the doc finished replacing the bandage. “You should wait until you’re healed.” He said quietly looking at Steven.
Steven shrugged. “It looks good, no bleeding.” He sat down and looked at her. “It’s up to you really. But if you take a day or even two and rest properly it’s going to heal cleaner and then they’ll be less scaring.”
Dade stood there trying to keep silent.
She looked at her side and then up to Dade. “I’ll stay home one day, that’s it.”
Dade grinned. “I can take part of the day off if you like and keep you company.”
*
Steven got up and walked out leaving them to sort that out between them. He wandered through the house trying to find out where Rachel was. He found her in the kitchen on the phone. He watched her face as she spoke. There was concern but he knew it couldn’t be a child on the other end of the phone.
“Hold on he’s here, I’ll ask him.” She held the phone against her chest.
Pleading sleepy brown eyes looked at him and he knew she could ask for the moon and he’d try to get it for her.
“Steven, I’m talking to Connie, that’s who Ricky is staying with. He’s really listless today. Would you be able to come with me to see him?”
He studied those eyes and then glanced at the clock. “I want to go home to shower and change and then I’ll go see him before I call in.”
She smiled at him then lifted the phone. “We’ll be over once we get cleaned up a bit. No problem. I’ll see you soon.” She hung up the phone and turned back to him. “Thank you.”
Steven’s only thought was to grab her and kiss her. Knowing Dade was close by was the only thing stopping him at this point, regardless of their agreement, her agreement really, he’d never said he agreed. He cleared his throat. “No problem.” He turned. “I’ll go get my stuff out of the van and you can take me to my place to clean up.”
She nodded. “I’ll go see if Dade and Cora are fighting yet and tell them I’ll be back later.”
*
Rachel paced around his house while he was in the shower. He had invited her to join him and now all she could think about was climbing in with him. Shaking her head she scolded herself.
Gathering is over we’re home. Hands to yourself, you greedy witch.
“That looks like a pretty serious internal discussion taking place.”
She jumped and turned to see him standing across the room grinning at her. “It’s always difficult to come back to reality after the freedom of a gathering.” She perched on the edge of the chair.
Steven nodded slowly. “I think this one might be a little more difficult to settle down from.” His eyes searched hers as he spoke softly.
She smiled. “Maybe. You could try not looking so good standing there, it would help.” She playfully whined.
He laughed. “I plan on making this as difficult for you as possible.” He glanced at his watch. “Shall we go, before I try to persuade you otherwise?”
Nodding, she got up and picked up her purse. “Yes I’m anxious to see Ricky.” She grinned at him when they reached the door. “And I’m driving.”
He laughed. “Is that a warning to take drugs before we reach the car?”
*
When Steven walked into the foster home he felt a sense of peace. He admired that, fostering children wasn’t an easy job. Rachel had filled him in on the basic facts before they’d reached the house, at top speed, he thought. Connie and her husband took in several children a year while hoping for their own someday soon. At this time they had three foster children. A nine month old girl, Haley, he thought he remembered, little Ricky and a twelve year old girl, Marie, unless the baby was Marie.
Rachel dropped her bag by the door and went into the sitting room. A petite thin blonde girl jumped off the couch and ran to her.
“Your back! How was it?” She stepped back when she spotted Steven and dropped her head looking down at her hands.
Rachel rubbed a hand down the girls back. “Marie, this is my friend Dr. O’Reily.” The girl’s eyes widened at the introduction. “Steven--or I just call him Doc.” Rachel winked at Steven.
“Nice to meet you.”
He watched the girl withdraw inside herself as she whispered a greeting to him. He grinned at her. “So what’s the arrangement here? You keep Rach out of trouble--or is it the other way around?” He leaned a bit closer and lowered his voice. “I’m guessing it’s probably the first, she needs proper supervision at all times.” The shy, scared child smiled up at him.
“Yeah she does.”
Rachel laughed. “Ignore him. Where’s Connie?”
The girl Dropped back down on the couch and motioned with her head. “Haley’s bath time.”
Rachel ruffled the blonde hair. “We’ll go say hi before we go see Ricky.”
“He’s going to be happy your back, he kept asking how many more sleeps to go.” She rolled her eyes at Rachel.
Steven followed her through the house.
No
, he thought
this is a home for these children for however long they’re here
. “Cute kid.” He said to Rachel as they climbed stairs.
She nodded. “Yeah. She’s recovering from a really hard life. Connie had her doing home schooling last year, we’re going to try to place her back in school this fall.”
He didn’t comment knowing any further discussion should be out of the house.
Rachel walked into a small bathroom. “There’s my treasure.” She grinned down at the baby being wrapped into a towel. “Come see me.” She reached down and scooped up the baby making her giggle. “Connie, this is Steven. Can you get him Ricky’s file? I’ll get this squirm into her jammies.”
A tall heavyset woman with flyaway curly blonde hair stood up and wiped a hand down her jeans before reaching for Steven’s hand.
“Thanks for coming.”
He grinned. “It’s no trouble.” He watched her walk out quickly. Turning he followed the sound of a chattering woman and giggling child. He found Rachel on the floor with a bouncing dark haired little girl wearing a diaper now.
Steven leaned against the door and watched quietly. The small child looked up at him with huge eyes for a moment before grinned showing her tiny teeth.
“Haley you’re such a flirt!” Rachel laughed as she scooped her up and dumped her on the bed playfully. “We have to get you dressed.”
He watched her playfully wrestle the child into a sleeper, with the child giggling and trying to escape.
“It will take me longer to get her to bed now.”
He turned to see the tall woman standing behind him and grinned. “She’s good at getting kids going, but can settle them down when needed.”
Connie nodded. “She should run a day care or foster home or something, she never tires of them.” Blowing the hair back from her eyes she smiled. “I used to think I was like that.” She held out a folder. “This is Ricky’s, we keep everything in a folder in case they are adopted out or move on.”
Nodding he took the folder. “I will want to take this with me, if that’s okay. I’m going to run some tests on him once I see what needs to be done.”
She crossed her arms and leaned back against the railing. “Anything you can find out would be great. He’s such a sweet kid, he doesn’t deserve the life he’s been given.”
He nodded not knowing what else to add to that.
Rachel stepped out with the cuddling child. “You have to go back to Connie now my little treasure. I have to go see Ricky.”
He watched the child cuddle into her neck and hold her.
She laughed. “Cuddling up isn’t going to get you out of bedtime. Give Rach a kiss ’nite.”
The chubby little hands grabbed Rachel’s face and pressed her lips to her. Turning he was surprised when she reached out to him. He closed the folder and pulled her out of Rachel’s arms. The tiny body cuddled into his shoulder immediately. “She’s going to be a heart breaker,” he said to Rachel with a grin on his face. Lifting her head the sweetfaced child grabbed his face and kissed him.
Connie pulled the clinging baby out of his arms. “I’ll see if I can get this little flirt to sleep while you go see Ricky.”
Rachel stood there and gave Steven a teary look. “He’s this way.” He watched her serious look disappear and a big smile replace it as she walked to the end of the hall and opened a door peaking in. “Hey buddy, guess who is back.”
Steven watched a pale blonde haired child smile.
“Rach,” the boy whispered.
She was beside the bed in a few strides and pulling him into her lap. “Good day, bad day?”
He rested his head against her chest and wrapped thin arms around her. “Bad. I keep going to sleep.”
She hugged him gently. “Well, when your body needs it, Bud, it just does it.” She looked over at Steven. “I brought a friend with me.”
He watched the frail child turn his head and study him silently.
“I told you my friend was a doctor, remember? He wanted to come along and meet you.”
The blue eyes moved over him slowly. “Does he play football too?”
Steven smiled and sat on the end of the bed feeling as large as he probably looked to the small boy.
Rachel laughed. “I don’t think so. Let’s get you propped up here so we can talk.” Moving she flipped his pillows up and settled him back against them. Still holding his hand she turned to Steven as she spoke. “Ricky, this is Dr. O’Reily.”
Steven moved further up on the bed and held out his hand. “You can call me Doc like Rachel does if you want.” The small hand was placed in his larger one. “I just want to ask you a few questions, is that okay?” The child nodded with huge eyes. “Do you hurt anywhere Ricky? Or is it just a droopy feeling?”
The small eyes darted around the room, stopping on Rachel a few times before he looked back at Steven. “Sometimes my arms don’t like to move.” He looked up at Rachel and then back to Steven. “My legs too. Last night I watched a whole movie, with Marie.” He smiled at Rachel.
Rachel ruffled his hair. “This is probably why your body wants to sleep today.”
“It didn’t want sleep so Marie played with me.”
Steven watched in silence. There were bruises on the boys’ one arm his eyes appeared sunken. “Well Ricky, I’d like you to come visit me at work.”
The eyes moved over him again with suspicion. “At a hos... pital?”
Steven grinned. “Yep, I want to see if I can find out why your arms don’t like to move and why your body wants to sleep when you want to run around.” He glanced at Rachel and then back to the child. “Would that be okay with you?”
The boy hesitated. “I want to go to the park.”
Steven nodded and rested his hand on the boy’s leg for a moment. “We’ll see what we can do about that. I’m going to say good night now and I’ll see you in the next few days okay?”
The child smiled at the thought of playing at the park. “Okay. Nite.”
Steven looked at Rachel for a moment her expression hard to read. “I’ll be down stairs when you’re ready to go.” She nodded.
*
Steven wandered back down through the halls until he found the sitting room again. Marie was on the couch flipping through a magazine. She gave him a quiet smile as he sat down. Opening the folder his brain began to process the various test results that had been run so far.
Hemoglobin was low, when, six months ago? Right after the he got sick? He’d run those again. Better check platelets...
“Can you help him?”
He glanced up at the hesitant words to see the young girl looking at him with hopeful eyes. “I’m going to try.”
She nodded. “Good, he’s pretty cool to hang out with. He makes me laugh.”
And you haven’t had a lot of laughter in your life have you?
Steven grinned. “I’ll see if I can get him up and running and then you’ll wonder why you thought he was so cool.”
She grinned. “Ya, he’d be a pain, but it would be okay after seeing him so sick.” She played with the book in her lap. “So, let me know if I can help or something.”
He smiled. “I will thanks.”
Marie studied him for a minute. “So are you like Rach’s boyfriend or something?” She blushed as she said it.
Steven shrugged. “Or something.”
“She’s really great isn’t she? I hope I can be like her someday, she’s not afraid of anything.” She looked down and flipped the pages of the book through her fingers. “I’m afraid of everything. They want me to try public school this fall but I can’t breathe every time I think about it. It would be kind of cool you know being with people my age, but I can hardly talk to people I don’t know...”