Miracle Road: Eternity Springs Book 7 (17 page)

She really was something. Up at dawn to drive a bus. Teaching both five-year-olds and teens. And coaching, too?

Wade Mitchell needs you.

As Lucca gazed down at the town, he spied a vehicle ascending the road he’d just traveled. Chilly day to be riding a bike, he thought, before turning his focus inward. He recognized that he stood at a crossroads. He couldn’t continue this way. He’d been playing four-corner offense for two years now. He needed to stop killing time and take his shot—or else call the game and go back to booze and beaches.

And forget all about kindergarten teachers.

His family deserved better from him. They’d been patient since he took up residence next door to Hope. Maybe too patient. They assumed that given enough time, Eternity Springs would work its magic on him and cure him of what ailed him. His brother Zach was one of the most solid, down-to-earth people he knew, and Zach honestly believed that the valley below possessed a special healing energy.

Maybe there was something to it. Despite a few curious incidents involving dirty dishes and pajama days, their mother certainly appeared to be as happy as a clam, a far cry from the sad, bereaved widow she’d been before she moved to Colorado. Gabi might not know what she wanted to do career-wise, but moving here helped her get over the lowlife she had dated in Denver.

And he … well … guess that’s what he had to decide. Was he ready to get over himself?

It had been two years since the accident. He’d spent the first year and a half suppressing his memories and shutting down his emotions, and the last six months … wallowing. On the first anniversary of the wreck, he’d phoned the Seidels and the Palmers and Brandon Gates. Two of those calls had gone well. Seth Seidel’s parents … Lucca closed his eyes. That one still ate at him.

They blamed him. They’d even threatened him with a lawsuit, though the notice he’d expected never arrived. He still heard the echoes of Seth’s father’s vitriolic accusations in his dreams. He didn’t blame the man one bit.

But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t blame himself quite as much as he used to. Was it the Eternity Springs effect? Or was it Hope Montgomery?

Get over yourself.

From the corner of his eye he saw a bird—was it a hawk?—take wing from the top of a fir tree and sail out over the valley. He watched it for long minutes as it soared and circled against the blue sky. Majestic, he thought. Powerful and free.

It dove, swooped at ground level, and rose once more with what looked like a mouse wiggling in its talons.

“Okay, why do I feel like there’s a message there for me?” he muttered. A reminder that life wasn’t always pretty, perhaps? Or that death was a natural part of life?

He turned at the sound of an approaching motorcycle and recognized the bike and the rider who pulled into the overlook parking lot. Celeste Blessing killed her engine and swung her leg off her Honda Gold Wing. Removing her helmet, she tucked it into her arms and offered him a bright smile. “Well, hello, Lucca. It’s a pleasant surprise to see you here. Did you come up to enjoy the first snowfall, too?”

“I was just out for a drive.”

“It’s a lovely day for it.”

“It’s bitter cold, Celeste.”

“But there’s a clear sky and the wind has died. It snowed just long enough to paint our town a heavenly white. I do adore changing seasons. That’s one of the reasons I moved to Eternity Springs. We have four distinct and lovely seasons.”

For Lucca, “changing seasons” had always meant football season into basketball season into baseball season. This was his first year for “changing seasons” to mean autumn leaves giving way to winter snowfall. Did he miss sports being the center of his life?

While he pondered that question, Celeste stood beside him and gazed down at Eternity Springs, sighing with utter contentment. “Isn’t it beautiful? Eternity Springs is such a special place; the valley has such positive energy. Don’t you feel it?”

“I’m too cold to feel much of anything.”

She laughed and patted his hand. “Of course, it’s the people who live here who make our home what it is. We’re all so glad that the Romano family is becoming part of the fabric of life in our town.”

She lifted her clear, winter blue eyes to study him. “Do you think you’ll stay with us, Lucca?”

“That’s what I’m trying to decide.” He didn’t know what it was, but something about Celeste invited confidences. “Someone told me today that I have no purpose. She’s right. It’s hard to know where I need to be if I don’t know what I need to be doing.”

“Well, you will figure it out. You do have a purpose, Lucca; it’s just changing from what it once was. I don’t want to tread where I’m not welcome, but if you’ll allow me to give you one bit of advice?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Life is not meant to be an interstate highway. It’s a winding mountain road with hills and dips, stop signs and school zones. Let friends and family be the data for your GPS satellite feed, and never forget that sometimes an unexpected detour leads to a hidden miracle.”

Lucca gave her a sidelong look. “I think I understand what you are trying to say, but I’m just a jock. Maybe you could elaborate?”

“Just a jock,” Celeste repeated, wrinkling her nose and sniffing with disdain. “And Albert Einstein was just a scientist. My point is that peace is a process, not a shot clock with seconds ticking away and a buzzer at the finish. It’s the result of many decisions, not just one. Don’t expect otherwise, and don’t fail to recognize how far you’ve risen from the depths of your despair. An American poet, John Vance Cheney, wrote ‘The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.’ Your rainbow awaits, Lucca Romano. You can’t rush the journey, but you can lift your foot from the brake and goose the gas a little. Slow and steady wins the race.”

Lucca took a moment and allowed that to sink in. She’d said a lot in a few sentences. “You are quite a woman, Celeste.”

“I’ve been around this world a long time. I’m experienced. And speaking of experience, this afternoon I get to babysit for Sarah while she gets a haircut, so I’d best be going. I’m afraid she’ll put him down for a nap before I get there, and I’ll miss cuddle time.” She donned her helmet and fixed the chin strap. “What are your plans for the afternoon, dear?”

Lucca turned his attention back to the town nestled in the valley below and picked out the school. “I have some crow to eat. An apology to make.”

Celeste smiled and gave his arm another pat. “Both are better with a sprinkle of sugar. I’m so glad our paths happened to cross today. Safe journey, Lucca.”

“You, too, Celeste.”

The air seemed to grow colder after she left, and when the sound of her motorcycle faded, the world around him was as quiet as Lucca could ever remember—quiet, but peaceful, too, and it allowed him the perfect opportunity to think his decision through.

He definitely owed Hope an apology. He’d been an ass at lunch, and he’d deserved the arrows she’d fired his way. Hadn’t she been magnificent in her anger?

Of course, she’d been glorious in her misery, too.

What the hell had happened to Hope to put such pain and anguish in her tone? When she’d declared that other people had suffered tragedies and lived through all nine circles of hell, she hadn’t come up with those points out of the blue. She’d spoken from experience. And what about her devastation Saturday night? What had her ex-husband said in his phone call that had destroyed her so thoroughly?

“What happened to you, Hope?” A tragedy, certainly. A hellish event. Something big and dark and ugly that no one in town knew about. Otherwise, he’d have heard about it. The small-town gossip network thrived in Eternity Springs.

Spying the hawk as it took to the air once more and flew out over the valley, Lucca found his purpose. He had given Hope Montgomery escape with sex, but escape was not what she needed. It wasn’t what either of them needed. He knew that now as certain as he stood here. For the past two years, he had focused on his own heartache. Well, time to make a turn. Tragedy was no excuse for selfishness.

Get over yourself.

Well, you asked for it, teacher.

Of all the things she’d said to him at lunch, one sentiment stood out.
Do you know what it’s like to have no one? To be totally alone? No, you don’t!

Unspoken were the words “I do.”

So Lucca was going to give Hope Montgomery something more valuable than escape. He had a big, broad pair of shoulders. It was time he used them for something worthwhile. Hope had friends, but she didn’t have a confidant. He could fill that role for her. He could offer her a meaningful friendship. He could offer to share her burden so that when desperate times occurred, she didn’t have to escape into sex with a near stranger. She could come to him and say “I’m hurting” and he could reply “I understand. I can help.”

Not that helping couldn’t include sex if that’s what she wanted. Hey, he had nothing against being a full-service friend. But the goal here, the purpose, would be to share her pain. To end her aloneness.

Family didn’t fix that. Sure, they loved and supported, and in doing so helped. But the whole “walk a mile in my shoes” thing had merit. No one who hasn’t lived the despair can truly understand it.

Lucca had lived it. Now he would use that experience to help Hope find not escape, but healing. And in doing so, perhaps he’d find healing himself.

Grand plans, Romano. But how are you going to go about it? You really pissed the lady off.

Okay, then. The first step definitely needed to be the apology. As he returned to his truck and took the winding road back toward town, he considered how best to do it. He could send her flowers with a sincerely worded card. Or he could show up on her front porch with flowers and hat in hand and deliver the apology in person. That might work better.

Of course, the best way to do it would be to show up at the school and do it. At basketball practice.

His stomach took a roll. His foot tapped the brakes. Was he sure about this? Or had the cold frosted his brain?

He could just let this whole idea go. He’d gone along without purpose for a while now. He could continue down that road. He didn’t need to know what her secret was. They’d had a one-night stand. He could chalk it up as a mistake and put it behind him. Then on the anniversary, he could wallow. He could be alone.

You don’t want to wallow. You don’t want to put it behind you. You want more than a one-night stand. You want to live with purpose again. You want to do something that matters. Basketball doesn’t matter … but what you can do with basketball does.

Lucca drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. It was true, and he could do this. He wanted to do this. One corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin. Go figure.

She would think he was doing it for the boy, and in a minor way, she’d be right. But Lucca had caught sight of a side road that interested him, and he’d decided to make a little detour.

Never forget that sometimes an unexpected detour leads to a hidden miracle,
Celeste’s voice echoed.

Lucca carefully, cautiously, gave the gas pedal a goose and headed toward Hope.

“I’m sorry to flake out on you, but I can’t help with your basketball team today, after all,” Gabi Romano told Hope when she called shortly before practice. “I had an unexpected trip come up. I’ll be gone for two and a half weeks.”

“Oh, really? Where are you going?”

Gabi told her about a wealthy couple from Tulsa who owned a vacation house in the mountains west of Eternity Springs. “They adore me because back before I left the sheriff’s department, their beloved Precious escaped the vacation house and got lost in the woods and I found her. Now the Thurstons need someone to dog-sit while they travel with another couple. They gave me my choice of their beachfront villa in south Florida or the mountain mansion an hour out of Eternity Springs. It was a tough choice, but I chose white sand and a turquoise sea. And they’re paying me more than I made at the sheriff’s department.”

“They don’t have a second dog that needs sitting, do they? I wouldn’t mind an hour commute from a mountain mansion.”

“Sorry, Hope. I do feel bad about leaving you in the lurch this way. But it’s only a couple of weeks, and you’ll still have Zach’s help. He said he’d pitch in whenever he could manage, and this isn’t usually a busy time of year for him.” Gabi let out a sigh, then added, “I wish I could suggest you talk to Lucca, too, but I honestly think it would be a waste of breath.”

Hope’s only response to that was a flat “Hmmm.”

The two women spoke a few more minutes, then Hope bade Gabi bon voyage and ended the call. She wished the timing had been better for her players, but she couldn’t blame Gabi for taking advantage of such a great opportunity. A beach sounded lovely, too. Maybe during semester break, she could take a little beach vacation herself.

A glance at the clock showed her that she was five minutes late for practice. She grabbed her clipboard and exited the athletic office with a smile pasted on her lips. She was determined to convince her team that all was not lost simply because she was their coach.

She heard the multiple
thump thump thump
s of basketballs against the hardwood along with a number of
clang
s as balls hit the rim. Taking it as a good sign that the team had started without her, Hope’s fake smile warmed to genuine. But when she stepped into the gym, she stopped abruptly.

Lucca Romano stood on the court directing her players in a drill. She couldn’t have been more shocked if LeBron James had suddenly appeared in the school gym. Her players looked as if they’d died and gone to heaven. Lucca had a “tense, but holding on” look about him. Spying Hope, he nodded. “Hello, Coach Montgomery.”

Questions spun through her mind. Why was he here? Was this a one-time thing? Or was he going to serve his volunteer pledge this way? Was there any chance at all that he’d take over the team completely?

Hope knew, however, that this was not the time for questions, so she swallowed hard, then cautiously said, “Coach Romano. Is there … ah … what can I do to help?”