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His Holiday Family
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“I won’t tell Mildred you called her that.”

He grinned. “She’s definitely a no-nonsense nurse. I’m glad you came back today.”

“I work on this floor. I had to.”

“Ouch. I think my ego was just wounded.”

“Only think?” A twinkle danced briefly in her tired eyes.

The shadow in her gaze tugged at him. He wanted to prolong the light tone of the conversation, but he needed her to understand how he felt. His injuries weren’t her fault. “You were upset yesterday. Are you all right today?”

“The more important question is, are you?”

“I will be in time.”

“You shouldn’t be here right now. If only I had waited a little…” Her voice faded into silence, and she glanced away, swallowing hard.

“I would rather err on the side of caution than have someone trapped in a burning building. What I did yesterday is part of my job. Occasionally we go into a fire looking for a person who isn’t there. It happens. You are not to blame.” He would never forget the firefighters who had rescued him and his younger brother from a fire when he was eight. If they hadn’t come into his burning house, he and Zach wouldn’t be alive today. “No more guilt over yesterday. I’m glad your sons are safe.”

With her gaze still averted, she nodded.

He wasn’t totally convinced she wasn’t blaming herself anymore, not if the furrowed forehead and the darkening of the blue in her eyes were any indication. “I’ve been hurt before. I won’t let a few cracked ribs and a broken arm get me down.”

She swiveled her attention back to him, her expression evening out, but the dark circles under her eyes were still there. “Tell that to my son. He broke a bone in his wrist yesterday after I took him to his grandmother’s while I came to the hospital. That’s where I had to go. He told me at the doctor’s office that he wanted to see the hurricane coming in the Gulf. He thought the view would be better from the roof.”

“I heard it turned toward Florida. We might get some high tides and rain, but hopefully that will be all.” He shifted in the bed and caused another shaft of pain to constrict his breath, but he tried to keep from flinching. He didn’t succeed.

“Are you all right?” The wrinkled forehead returned with a slight tensing.

“Just a twinge. Nothing that won’t go away with time. So how did he get to the roof? Ladder?”

“That would have been safer. But he climbed the side of the house on a dare from his older brother. He didn’t make it. He fell while trying to hoist himself onto the roof.”

Gideon whistled. “You’ve got a daredevil on your hands. What did your husband say about it?” The second he asked the question he wanted to snatch it back. He didn’t see a wedding ring on her left hand, but there was paler skin where one would have been. He couldn’t remember Ruth saying anything to him about her son-in-law, but then he and Ruth were only passing acquaintances on Oceanview Drive.

“Derek died last year.”

“I’m so sorry. I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?” A professional facade fell into place as she checked his IV drip.

He could respect that she wanted to shut down the subject of her husband. Losing a loved one was difficult. Although he had never been married, he’d lost too many people in his life not to feel a kinship with her.

He grinned, wanting to see the light back in her eyes. “Other than get me out of here, no.”

“Sorry, but Dr. Adams might take exception to that. Just as soon as he signs your discharge papers, you can escape.”

“A hospital isn’t my favorite place.” Again he was reminded of his parents’ deaths. His father had died in the fire, but his mother with third degree burns had lingered for a day in the hospital. He had only been able to say goodbye to her at the end when she was unconscious. He would never forget that last time he saw her.

“It usually isn’t for most people.” Her smile reappeared on her face, a sparkle shining in her eyes—making him forget where he was for a moment. “If you need anything, use your call button.”

He watched her saunter out of his room. Occasionally he and Ruth would talk when they saw each other on the street, but with his crazy schedule, it wasn’t often. She had mentioned she had only one child, and then this August she had talked about her daughter returning home in September to live in Hope. Other than Ruth being excited her two grandsons would be close, she hadn’t gone into details about the move.

From his and Kathleen’s few exchanges, he had sensed a deep hurt and now that he knew about her husband dying, he figured that must be why. One more reason he didn’t get too involved in people’s lives. He found after being shuffled between one foster family and another that it was safer to stay emotionally apart from others. Much safer.

After passing out the medication to her patients, Kathleen came back to the nurses’ station to write in their charts. Dr. Adams nodded to her as he headed down the hall toward Gideon’s room. She smiled, thinking about how the man would finally be able to leave. Even with his injuries, he had exuded restlessness. When he had told her about a hospital not being one of his favorite places, she’d heard pain behind the words though he’d no doubt tried to hide it.

Although he had reassured her she wasn’t at fault for his being hurt, she had been married to a man who had blamed her for all his woes. Even with some of his last words to her right before he slipped away after having a massive heart attack at the age of thirty-five, he’d blamed her for the stress he’d lived under. No matter how much she told herself that she hadn’t wanted him to take all the money out of their savings for Kip and Jared’s college fund to invest in the stock market in risky companies, it didn’t ease the guilt. In fact, she hadn’t even known about it until after his death. The stocks hadn’t done what her husband had dreamed they would. In fact, when he’d had his heart attack, she had discovered Derek had put the family thirty thousand dollars into debt and just that day had gotten notification the bank was foreclosing on their house if the mortgage wasn’t paid. She’d tried to do that, but it hadn’t been enough.

She shook the past from her mind. Coming to Hope was a fresh start, even if she still had twenty-eight thousand dollars to pay back. When she had lived here, she had flourished in the small-town feel and kindness of others. She desperately needed that now.

An orderly went by her desk and entered Gideon’s room. Not long after that she saw Gideon appear in the hallway, dressed to leave, sitting in a wheelchair.

At the nurses’ station he had the orderly stop. “Thank everyone for me for their excellent but brief care,” he told her with a smile.

“I see Nate is helping break you out of here.”

“Yep. I was getting ready to walk out of the hospital when he showed up.”

“Oh, we cannot have that. Against Hope Memorial’s policy,” she said in dead seriousness, but the second the words came out she chuckled. “You aren’t the first who has threatened that.”

He motioned her to bend down closer to him, then he whispered, “Now my only complaint is that I would have liked a prettier escort. Too bad you’re busy.” Gideon winked and flashed her a grin before the orderly wheeled him toward the elevator.

Kathleen touched her cheek. It felt hot beneath her fingertips. She hadn’t blushed in years and this was the second time since meeting Gideon. The injured firefighter was charming, but that was all he was. She didn’t have the emotional energy to get involved with anyone, even if she felt guilty for his injuries. Raising her sons and slowly paying off the mountain of bills her husband had left her were enough to deal with.

Her mother kept telling her to turn it over to the Lord. She used to, but in the past two years she hadn’t seen any evidence of the Lord in her life. Her prayers for help had gone unanswered. She was still in debt. Her sons desperately needed a man’s influence. They hated being in Hope. They fought all the time. Then to top it all off, she felt responsible for Gideon’s injuries, no matter what he said.

Which means I’ll make sure he’s comfortable while he’s recuperating at home. That’s the least I can do. Then maybe I won’t feel so bad when I see him in a cast and wincing from pain.

Kathleen came into the house by the back door, thankful that her car had made it at least to her mom’s, although she’d had doubts several blocks away when it died on her yet again. After the third time cranking the engine, it turned over and started.

Her mother told her to use her kitchen to make Gideon something to eat, then she could just walk down a few houses and give it to him. This was something Kathleen could do for him. She’d grown up with neighbors helping neighbors. That was part of Hope’s charm. With one arm in the cast it would be hard for Gideon at first learning to do things one-handed. He didn’t need to worry about making something to eat.

Kathleen set the bag of food she’d gotten to make her Mexican chicken dish on the counter. After emptying the sack, she placed the pieces of chicken in water to cook. Then she went in search of her sons to see what kind of homework they had. When her mother didn’t go see her friend in Biloxi, she watched Jared and Kip after school until Kathleen got off work and could pick them up. And when her mother couldn’t watch her sons, Sally would fill in, no charge. That was a huge help to her because she couldn’t afford to pay childcare along with everything else to raise two growing boys.

“Mom, do you know where Jared and Kip are?” Kathleen asked when she entered the den where her mother was watching The Weather Channel.

She peered toward Kathleen. “I didn’t hear you come in. Been glued to the T.V. I’m charting the progress of Naomi even if it is going to miss us.”

Kathleen wasn’t surprised by that fact. Her mom had done that for years. She had a stack of charts of past hurricanes that had come into the Gulf. “I’m going to fix some Mexican chicken for us and take some to Gideon O’Brien down the street like I mentioned to you.”

“I’m sure he’ll enjoy that. He seems quite lonely to me.”

Before her mother had her fixed up on a date with Gideon, Kathleen asked, “Where are the boys? They need to get their homework done. After dinner they are useless. I can’t get much out of them then as far as schoolwork.”

“They said something about riding those old bikes I had in the garage. I told them they could but not to go farther than this block and not to ride in the streets.”

Kathleen glimpsed the time on the clock above the mantel. “It’s getting late. I’d better round them up and see where they stand with their homework.”

“We’ll need to pray for the people in Panama City.” Her mother listened to the reporter on the T.V. give the latest coordinates of the hurricane and jotted them down. “I’m sure you’ll see the boys if you go outside and look.”

That was assuming her sons obeyed their grandmother when she babysat them. Lately there was no guarantee they would. Kathleen made her way toward the front door. Outside on the lawn she looked to the left and saw no one. Then she peered toward the right and thought she saw a bike that was like the one she’d ridden as a child lying on the sidewalk three houses down where Gideon lived.

She remembered Kip’s questions the night before about the firefighter who had been hurt in the Magnolia Street Apartments fire. He had wanted to know if he would be all right. Who was he? Could he and Jared make get-well cards for him? She’d kissed her boys good-night and told them she would talk to them today when she got home from work.

She charged down the street. Knowing them, they had taken matters into their own hands without waiting to discuss it with her.

At Gideon’s one-story white house with a neat yard, she skirted around both of her mom’s old bikes and headed straight for the front door. After ringing the bell, she waited, trying to temper her anger that Kip and Jared would disturb a man recovering from some painful injuries.

Her older son opened the door. “Hey, Mom. Come in.”

“No, I think you all have stayed long enough. You and Jared need to come back to Nana’s. You’re both supposed to have your homework finished by dinner.” Haven’t we done enough to disrupt this man’s life?

“Aw, Mom, Gideon was telling us about some of the rescues he’s done.”

“Why are you answering his door?” She swung open the screen, the one standing between her and Kip.

“Gideon doesn’t move too fast. I told him I’d get it.”

Kathleen glanced over her son’s shoulder at the slow-moving firefighter making his way toward them with a small white dog with a curly tail. His stiff movements coupled with the sight of his cast only reinforced why the man was in the pain he was.

“Hello, Kathleen. Your sons came over to give me their get-well cards. I asked them to stay if it was okay with you. They assured me it was.” Gideon’s gaze swept from Kip to Jared, who had joined them in the foyer.

Her younger son poked his head around Gideon. “He has a cast just like me. Isn’t that neat? We’re twins.”

“And that is Butch. He’s so sweet,” Kip added, pointing to the dog near Gideon.

“It’s time for you two to come back to Nana’s and get your homework done.”

“Mooomm, can’t we stay for a while longer?” Kip’s mouth formed his classic pout that he had stood in front of the mirror one day to perfect.

“Another time, guys. This is a school night, and you’ve got work to do.” Gideon tousled Jared’s, then Kip’s hair.

Jared giggled then scooted out the front door.

But Kip remained where he was standing. “Will you tell us some more stories about being a firefighter?”

“Well, sure, anytime it’s all right with your mother.” Gideon flashed her a grin that melted any irritation she had toward her sons for bothering the man.

“Great. Call if you need us to do anything for you. After school we stay with Nana until Mom comes to pick us up.” Kip raced past Kathleen and stamped down the porch steps.

While her sons grabbed their bikes and rode them toward her mother’s house, Kathleen faced Gideon. “I know how tired you must be. Your body has gone through a trauma and needs rest, not my sons bothering you. I’m sorry—”

He held up his palm to still her words. “I enjoyed their visit. I was resting on the couch, getting more bored by the second when they came and rescued me from my boredom. I hope you’ll let them come again.”

She completely surrendered to the kindness in his eyes. Her legs grew weak, and she clutched the door frame to steady herself. “Only as long as they don’t pester you.” The pale cast to his skin spoke of the strain of standing. “Let me help you back to that couch.”

He shook his head. “As much as I’d like a pretty lady to hold me, I can make my own way there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do you need to watch to make sure I don’t falter halfway there?”

She grinned. “I’ll take your word for it. Besides, I need to get home and make you a dinner, which I plan to bring you if that’s okay with you.”

“Normally I would jump at the chance to have someone fix me dinner, but you should see my refrigerator. There is nothing like good ole Southern hospitality. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat half the dishes stuffed in it. The ladies at my church decided they would stock it for me, so I wouldn’t have to worry about what to eat for the next week. Well, more like several.”

“Then I’ll wait until later when you’ve run out of their dishes. I know it takes a while for ribs to heal, and they can be painful.”

“Like I said, I don’t usually turn down a home-cooked meal, so you’ll get no argument from me. When it’s my time to cook at the fire station, I’ve actually heard some groans from the other firefighters.”

She chuckled. “If you need anything, I only live two blocks away. Down the hill and around the corner.”

“On Bayview Avenue?”

“Yeah, the yellow cottage. One of Mom’s rentals. Good night.” Which was the main reason she could save a little money to pay off her debt. Her mother didn’t charge her rent, but Kathleen had insisted on paying all the utilities and other bills connected to the house.

He stood in his doorway with his dog next to him as she descended the porch steps. She felt his gaze on her the whole way down his sidewalk. Heat flared into her cheeks. She couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder, only to find him staring at her, as she thought. He nodded, then swung his door closed.

Kathleen hurried to the foyer to answer the door. When she opened it, her breath caught for a few seconds. Although she’d found herself thinking about Gideon several times since she’d seen him yesterday, she hadn’t thought she would see him this soon. “This is a surprise. What brings you by here?”

He lifted two large pizza boxes. “I came bearing dinner. I couldn’t stand staying in my home another moment. I immediately thought of you and your sons. You were kind to want to fix me dinner. I thought I would beat you to the punch. I called earlier to see if y’all would be home and Kip said yes. I asked him if you had started dinner. He said you had to run next door and were behind schedule.” He handed her the boxes. “He was supposed to tell you I was bringing dinner.”

“A minor detail he forgot. I wondered why he kept coming up with things I had to do before starting dinner. You didn’t have to bring pizza. I owe you a dinner, not the other way around. Remember?”

“I’m not used to inactivity. It was a spur-of-the- moment decision. I figured the boys would like pizza.”

She smiled. “Pizza and just about every other junk food there is.” Stepping to the side, Kathleen opened the door wider. “Come on in.”

As Gideon entered the house, one corner of his mouth hiked up. “I was hoping you wouldn’t send me home with all this pizza.”

“You may change your mind after being here a while.” She started for the kitchen at the back of the house. “I should warn you. My sons have been fighting most of the day. At the moment they are in time-out. And we’ve only been home an hour.”

“Sounds like a few boys I have in my youth group at church.”

“Youth group?”

“I help out when I can with the group for eight- to twelve-year-olds. When I’m not working, we sometimes play a game or two of basketball in the evening at the park near the Hope Community Church. There are several courts there. By the time they go home, they’re too exhausted to fight each other. A couple of the dads have joined our little games, too.”

“Is that Broussard Park on the Point?”

“Yeah. I like to run there sometimes.”

Memories intruded into her mind. Memories of happier times before her father had been killed in an accident at the shipyard. “When I was a child, my family used to go to the Point to watch the sun set and have a picnic dinner.”

“Since I came here, I’ve seen some beautiful sunsets on the Point.”

Kathleen went into the kitchen with Gideon following close behind her. After placing the boxes on the table, she peered over her shoulder at him. “Where are you from?”