Harlequin Superromance March 2014 - Bundle 2 of 2: The Secrets of Her Past\A Real Live Hero\In Her Corner (20 page)

She'd left Piper up front with her nose buried in parenting magazines thirty minutes ago. Madison suspected it wouldn't be long before her assistant decided to have another baby—if she wasn't already pregnant. Madison was happy for her. Piper had reunited with the love of her life, and together she and Roth were finally forming the family they should have eleven years ago. Why not add to their happiness? Madison could expend her unexpected maternal instincts on Piper's baby.

She made the last notation in the chart and pushed it aside. On Mondays and Tuesdays she barely had time to dictate chart contents to Lisa, then skim and sign off on her entries. Danny's practice kept her on her feet both mentally and physically. She missed that bustle and even the total exhaustion at the end of the day. She even missed having her feet and back ache and her thoughts whirling with everything she'd seen and done.

The front door opened. She checked her watch. She only had one more patient scheduled before she closed at noon, and Mr. Rouse had never been early in all the years she'd been treating his bloodhound.

More than likely her visitor was an emergency case. Others' misfortune put money in her pocket. She hated that, but it paid the bills. She shot to her feet and hustled toward the front of the office.

Danny and Helen stood by the reception desk, shocking her to a standstill. Danny's face was ashen, but curiosity lit his eyes as he craned his head, examining every nook of the waiting and reception areas. Helen looked uncomfortable, then she spotted Madison and her gaze turned apologetic.

“I tried to convince him not to come, but he insisted.”

“I can't sit around and stare at the same walls every day. I'll go crazy.”

“I think you already have,” Helen quipped. “The drive was too much for you, Danny. I told you it would be.”

“I slept most of the way. And if I'm going to sleep all day in that bed, does it really matter whether it's parked or rolling?”

Madison had never heard them bicker like this. Then his words registered. That bed? Panicked, she crossed to the window. The Drakes' motor home filled her small parking lot. So much for keeping her past and her in-laws a secret from the rest of Quincey. A motor home that cost more than most of the locals' houses would definitely garner unwanted attention.

Quincey didn't get many visitors unless they were lost or searching for antiques. Tongues had probably started wagging as soon as they drove through downtown without stopping.

“Didn't you have chemo yesterday, Danny?” Madison asked.

“Yes. We left right afterward. Helen drove most of the way yesterday and the remainder this morning.”

The clearing of a throat reminded Madison they weren't alone. “Helen, Danny, this is Piper Sterling, my assistant. Piper, Helen and Danny Drake.”

Piper's eyes widened. “Nice to meet you. You've had a long drive. I have some of my mother's cookies and a jug of sweet tea in the back, if you're interested in refreshments.”

“Thank you, young lady—maybe after I've seen Maddie's office.”

Madison's heart sank. How could she refuse the grand tour when he'd come this far? “There's not a lot to see.”

Helen stepped toward the counter. “Piper, I'd love some of that tea while these two talk shop.”

“Great. Come with me.” She shot Madison an “I tried” look, then led Helen toward the back room, leaving Madison with a man who looked as if he'd rather lie down for a long nap than explore.

“Are you sure you don't want to rest for a minute? The ride had to have been difficult.”

“All I do is rest, and I can sleep or vomit in a moving vehicle. Show me your lab.”

“I'm expecting one more patient. I can show you around until he arrives.”

She led Danny down the hall to the back of the building. He moved more slowly than usual, taking a moment to glance into each treatment room, then he paused in the doorway to her lab and scanned the long narrow space.

“You keep the place spotless.”

“My teacher had high standards.”

A smile twitched on his lips. He'd been an exacting taskmaster. Danny nodded. “He was a bit of a perfectionist.”

“The equipment is old and not state-of-the-art like yours, but it still works,” Madison defended.

He headed straight for her old microscope and stroked a hand along the arm. “This is the same model I had when I started out. Bought mine used. It was all I could afford. The original owner of your practice probably purchased this equipment new when he opened his doors. It's all about the same age.” He said it with fondness in his voice rather than condemnation.

“He did. I found the receipts. I'm not much on buying fancy gadgets when the old ones still work.”

He moved onto her centrifuge. “This is the way we did things in the good ol' days before time and money became the gods everyone worshipped. There are times I miss those days.”

“Your practice has grown so much that I doubt you could manage without the time-savers.”

“I have to delegate everything. No time to do any of this myself.” His sweeping arm indicated the other equipment. “The lab used to be my refuge. Now I own a million-dollar building and there's nowhere in the place I can go to get my thoughts together.”

“You could cut back.”

“Success is measured by the number of digits on the books each day.”

She debated arguing, but the sound of the front door opening derailed her. “Danny, it sounds like my patient's here. Why don't you join Helen for a snack? I'll be right with you after I get through.”

Disappointment filled his face. “Would you mind if I sit in, the way you used to with me? I miss being in the office.”

Advertising her relationship with Danny and Helen was the last thing she wanted, but how could she refuse? “You should consider popping into your office a few hours a week if you feel that way.”

“We'll discuss that when we get back. So what do you say?”

“Sure.” With dread-laden footsteps she headed into the hall to meet the newcomer. Mr. Rouse carried a huge wooden box. Charlie trotted along at his feet, tail wagging. No leash, of course, despite the sign in her waiting room saying all pets should be restrained, but Charlie was always well behaved.

“Morning, Doc. I brought you a little something.” He set the crate loaded with corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash and blueberries on the counter. “I know you love my Cajun-spiced smoked hens, so I roasted an extra one. And you haven't been around to tend your garden, so I wasn't sure if you had produce.”

She deliberately ignored the hint of a question in his statement. “Thank you, Mr. Rouse. Your chicken is delicious, and your corn is the sweetest in Quincey. I appreciate you bringing it in.”

Piper and Madison would divide the goodies later. Rouse's hound headed for Danny instead of going straight to Madison's treat pocket the way he usually did. He stood on his back legs, planted his paws on Danny's shoulders and nudged his chest. Danny winced slightly.

Rouse's face turned as red as his neck. He reached for Charlie's collar. “Sorry about that, sir.”

Danny waved him back. “Not a problem. What's his name?”

Danny scratched the dog beneath his floppy ears, then snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. Charlie immediately went to all four, then sat.

“Charlie.”

Danny stretched out a hand. He'd been the one to teach Madison to carry treats in her pocket. She dropped a couple into his palm. He fed them to the dog. “You're a smart boy, aren't you, Charlie? I had lung cancer surgery last month, and I'm currently undergoing chemo. Charlie smells it.”

Rouse's eyebrows disappeared under the brim of his hat. “Dogs can do that?”

“Yes. Dogs can sniff out cancer, seizures, diabetes and a number of other human ailments. They're far more sensitive than us humans, even though we think we're smarter.”

That was her cue. “Mr. Rouse, this is Dr. Drake. He'd like to sit in on our visit today, if that's okay?”

“Sure. Sure. Nice rig out front. Yours?”

Danny stood slowly, as if his joints were hurting. “My home on wheels.”

“The missus and I talked about getting one if we ever sell the farm. She has grand ideas about visiting all the grandkids in one. They're spread all over the country. Kids don't stick around and farm anymore.”

“No, they don't. A motor home's not a bad idea if you think retirement won't make you crazy. I'm Maddie's father-in-law. My wife and I drove up to spend the weekend with our girl, then tomorrow we'll take her back down to Norcross with us. Maddie's been helping out in my practice while I recuperate. That's why she's been scarce here.”

Rouse's eyes lit with curiosity as he shook Danny's hand, and Madison's stomach sank. The privacy she'd fought so hard to maintain had ended with Danny's words. Before the sun set today Quincey's residents would know all of her business and be hot on the trail for more.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“M
IND
IF
I
use your shower?” Danny asked as he descended from the motor home ahead of Helen into Madison's driveway. “I would love to have some good water pressure.”

“You're welcome to use my bathroom...and even my guest room, if you like, Danny.” Madison's hesitation was slight, but it was there nonetheless.

“That would be wonderful. I'm sick of that bed and that motor home,” he answered before Helen could politely decline.

Embarrassment scorched Helen's face. If Danny weren't injured, she'd dig an elbow into his side. Men could be so obtuse. You didn't invite yourself to stay in someone else's home—especially when their body language contradicted the reluctant invitation.

“We could get out of the monster home and back into our house much sooner if you'd agree to hire someone to finish the renovations instead of insisting on doing it all yourself.”

“I like tinkering, and I know how you want it done.”

“You can't do it right now or in the foreseeable future, and I can easily explain what I want to a contractor. I explained it to you, didn't I?”

Madison looked uncomfortable, making Helen realize she should've kept her mouth shut. Arguments between a husband and wife should be kept private.

“I'm sorry, Madison. Use her shower if you must, Danny, but we'll sleep in your
home on wheels.
” Helen threw his earlier words back at him. “You claimed it's the most comfortable mattress you'd ever slept on right after we bought it.”

“I'd rather stay with Madison.” Danny had a stubborn streak a mile wide, and he'd dug his heels in. His petulant tone told her she'd never win this argument.

She didn't know about sleeping under Madison's roof, but Helen wasn't ashamed to admit she wouldn't mind taking a look inside her home. The old country cottage looked more like something from an Americana calendar than the architectural masterpiece Andrew had bought.

Madison's gaze followed a car slowly passing on the street. The occupants tooted the horn. Juggling the box her last patient had given her—in lieu of payment—she lifted her hand.

“Let's get out of this hot sunshine.” Madison turned toward the house and Danny tottered along beside her.

“I'll get our bags,” Helen grumbled to herself. She ducked back inside the vehicle, retrieved their suitcases and followed.

The wooden screen door slapped shut behind Danny as she descended the metal steps, and the familiar sound brought back memories of happier, simpler times. It reminded her of hot afternoons sipping lemonade and eating watermelon outside, of sticky fingers and smiling boys rinsing off in the water sprinkler. Back then Danny had had time for her and his sons. He hadn't worked every possible hour.

But those days were gone. Her grandparents had passed away when the boys hit their early teens. Her grandmother had gone first, then her grandfather just a few weeks later—some claimed from a broken heart. The house had been sold. Nana and Pops had been her surrogate parents since her teens when her mother had grown tired of being a single parent and dumped Helen before taking off for parts unknown.

Maybe that was why Helen had bonded so strongly with Madison. Madison and her mother had butted heads just as much as Helen and hers. The difference was Madison had left by choice. Helen had been dumped like smelly garbage. But neither of them had seen their mothers again. As for Madison's father... Well, at least she'd known who he was. Helen hadn't.

She shook off the ugly memories and approached the porch. Two weathered white rockers swayed in the breeze. They, like the house, could use a fresh coat of paint. A few potted geraniums by the steps would be a nice touch, too...and maybe some Stargazer lilies and gardenias to scent the hot summer air and add color to the yard.

Not her problem.

She climbed the stairs, pausing at the top to take a good look at the countryside, including an old red barn and an attentive horse that looked as if he wanted to come out and play.

Madison opened the front door. “Come in.”

“Thank you for inviting us, but I don't want to impose. We'll stay in the motor home tonight if you'd prefer.”

“You're welcome here, Helen.”

“I apologize for my little snit fit out there.”

“It's okay. You've been under a lot of stress. Did Adam ask you to come for me?”

Dear heaven. How had she forgotten to call her only living son? “No. In fact, he doesn't even know where we are. I need to tell him that he doesn't need to make the flight. We left in such a rush I didn't have a chance. If you'll show me where we're staying, I'll set all this down and then give him a call.”

“This way.”

The front bedroom was small but homey. The hodgepodge collection of mismatched pieces was charming and fit together perfectly. It was worn, but dusted. She could tell from the knots and stitching that the log-cabin quilt covering the bed was homemade, not one bought at a box store or made overseas. The wooden floorboards creaked as she crossed them—another memory-evoking sound.

“This is very pretty, Madison.”

“Thank you. Some of the furniture came with the house. The rest I found in yard sales, then refinished.”

Madison's home had warmth and heart—something Andrew's designer showplace house had lacked. “Why didn't you tell Andrew you preferred this simple decor?”

Madison briefly lowered her gaze. “I did. He wasn't fond of vintage furniture. He called it ‘other people's junk.'”

That sounded like him. Andrew had always preferred shiny and new things.

“If this is your style I can see why you were less than thrilled when Andrew surprised you with the house. At the time I thought you were ungrateful.”

“It was more than that, Helen. We couldn't afford that big house or the furniture he bought. We had a budget and he wasn't sticking to it.”

Helen had suspected as much, but Andrew had assured her he'd bring in extra business to his father's practice to cover the large monthly payments.

“I'll leave you to get settled. Danny wants to explore, but I'm trying to get him to rest first. I've parked him on the screened porch beneath the ceiling fan with a glass of lemonade. Join us after you've talked to Adam or stay inside out of the heat, if you prefer. The bathroom's down the hall. Help yourself to anything you need.”

Madison pivoted and left Helen staring after her. Helen had forgotten how helpful and considerate her daughter-in-law had always been. Madison had been like the daughter she'd never had. She'd missed that closeness. She hadn't realized how much until now.

Had the house being out of their budget caused the argument and put fury in Madison's eyes at the graduation party? Or had it been the unplanned pregnancy? If Andrew had twisted Helen's suggestion and forced Madison's hand, what would happen if Madison ever found out Helen had unintentionally planted the idea? Would Madison forgive her? Or would she leave them in the lurch before Danny was ready to return to work?

No matter what, Madison could not find out about that long-ago conversation between Helen and Andrew—because Helen no longer wanted Madison to leave. She was good for Danny, and if she joined the practice, then maybe Danny would have time for something besides work. Helen missed Sunday dinners, lazy days with her husband, the drives in the country, the weekends by the lake or on the beach. She wanted them back. And Madison was the ticket to making that happen.

* * *

T
HE
SOUND
OF
the motor home's engine faded as the Drakes pulled away, leaving Madison stranded on Adam's sidewalk.

She climbed the steps, trying to prepare herself for the encounter ahead. She liked to keep her emotions in a tidy box, but nothing about how she felt around Adam was logical or controlled. Around him she was an emotionally disorganized mess.

She lifted her hand to ring the bell, but the door opened before she could press the button. Her heart and lungs stalled then sprang back into action at double their regular rate—a result of Adam startling her. That was all—nothing to do with her being eager to see him.

The tingle in her fingertips and below her navel, combined with the anxious bumblebees-buzzing-through-her-veins sensation that had only gotten stronger as the motor home approached Norcross, called her a liar.

“I'm not pregnant,” she blurted to derail the feeling, then wished she'd shown more finesse. She tried to read his face. Was he relieved or torn the way she'd been? She couldn't tell.

“When did you find out?”

Guilt needled her between the shoulder blades. “Wednesday.”

“Five days ago? Madison, why didn't you let me know?”

His terse tone made her hackles rise. She should have. She knew that, but...but... Well, she hadn't. “I was busy, and then your parents showed up unexpectedly. I've been entertaining them.”

“Since yesterday. A text would've sufficed.”

“Yes, I suppose. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say.”

“The same thing you just said.” He stepped back, opening the door to let her into the house, then he took her bags from her. “No cooler?”

“No time to pack one.”

He headed down the hall. She followed him into the guest room, resigning herself to two more nights of dancing around this crazy connection they had.

“When did your marriage turn sour?” Adam demanded.

This wasn't a conversation she wanted to have, but judging from his determined expression and by the way he'd conveniently blocked the bedroom doorway, she wasn't going to wiggle out of it easily. That didn't mean she wouldn't try. For his sake.

“Adam, it's late and I'm tired. I thought we'd never get out of Quincey for all the neighbors dropping by on the pretext of bringing me things when they only wanted to check out your parents. Can we save this discussion for another time?”

Her life in Quincey would never be the same. But that was a worry she'd fret over later.

“I need to know how many lies Andrew told.”

Even she didn't know that answer. “Please let it go. He was your brother. Your memories of him are all you have left.”

“What happened to your marriage, Madison?”

“You have no idea what you're digging up.”

He leaned against the jam. “I'm not leaving until you talk. You had a plan, then it changed. How?”

The fight drained from her. She was tired. Tired of carrying the secrets that weighted her down like the old burlap feed sacks she used to help her father unload. Tired of running from the truth. Tired of Adam thinking the worst of her. Tired of covering for a man who'd betrayed her.

What was the worst that could happen? The Drakes would tell her to leave and never come back? Not finish out the time she'd promised Danny? That was what she'd wanted all along anyway, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

She wasn't sure anymore.

Adam's opinion of her mattered—too much. She'd hoped—
prayed—
the crazy, wound-up sensation she experienced around him was only misplaced sexual attraction, but it was far more. Her reactions whenever he was near, her disappointment each time he hadn't come to pick her up and the way he monopolized her thoughts when they weren't together proved that. A woman didn't experience highs and lows like that or a single-minded preoccupation for someone who didn't matter.

But she'd get over it. Wouldn't she?

She shoved back her hair and took a deep breath. “I had a plan to finish college and then vet school, setting myself up for a financially secure career. Then I met and fell in love with your brother.

“I tried to stick to my goals and begged Andrew to wait until I'd graduated to get married. But he was insistent and persuasive. I finally agreed to marry him, but only after he promised we'd wait until I was established in your father's practice before we started our family. Five years. That was the plan.”

“Accidents happen.”

“Yes. They do. And I believed that's what happened to me. I was going to make the best of it. But from the moment Andrew learned I was expecting he changed. He became controlling and demanding. His charming side vanished. He resented the time I spent at school instead of in Norcross, claiming we had limited time to be just us—a couple—before we were a family. But I was too close to graduation to quit. I apologized to him repeatedly because I thought I'd screwed up my birth control and that our problems were my fault. And no matter what I did, he wouldn't let up about how I'd messed up ‘the plan.' I felt like I couldn't do anything right.

“Then I found out that my getting pregnant wasn't an accident. Andrew had planned it.”

“What?”

“He'd had too much to drink at my graduation party and started bragging that he'd found a placebo that looked like my birth control pills and switched them out.” She waited for Adam to call her a liar.

“That's why you were arguing.”

She nodded.

“Go on,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I was upset. I couldn't believe he'd pull such a stunt when he
knew
why having a career was so important to me. On the way home he told me when and where he thought I'd conceived. He said there had to be something wrong with me for not wanting to stay home and raise our children—not just the one I was carrying but our future children, too. He wanted me to throw away seven years of education and my dreams and be a stay-at-home mom like Helen.”

“Why is a career so important to you?”

Yet another secret she'd carried. She'd only told Helen and Andrew. “My mother barely finished high school, and she'd never had a job. She wasn't happy with my father, but she couldn't leave him because she had no skills to support herself. She got her kicks with other men instead.” Bile burned her throat. “I had no clue until early my junior year in high school when I got sick at school and went home early. I caught my mother and a stranger in our guest room. I was horrified. I raced out to the fields and told my dad. He just shrugged and said not to worry about it, as long as she was at home with us every night.