Page 7 of The Hero

Page 7

  Author: Robyn Carr

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  When Devon and Mercy arrived at the beach bar, ready to go to the job fair, she found Sarah and Spencer sitting on the deck with coffee. She didn’t want to intrude, so she just said, “Hi. I’m here. ”

  “Whoa,” Spencer said, nearly jumping out of his chair. “It’s a whole new you!”

  “That’s darling,” Sarah said, smiling. “Good cut—you look like a young Meg Ryan. It must’ve been hard to part with that long hair. ”

  “Nah, I was ready to let that go. It’s more trouble than you can imagine. ” But she often found herself reaching for that long braid, running a hand down the back of her neck.

  “Pull up a chair, we have time. I was just watching Cooper down on the beach. ”

  Rawley came out onto the deck. “If you want to leave Mercy with me, I’ll show her how we catch the fish. After Cooper gets done on the beach and comes up, we’ll go out on the dock. I’ll make sure she has a life vest. ”

  “I don’t want you to be stuck babysitting, Rawley,” Devon said.

  “Let her go,” Spencer said. “I know how to run the bar if anyone shows up. Austin’s down there already, trying to empty the bay of fish. ”

  “And I think Landon’s coming in,” Sarah said. “He’ll help. ”

  “She can’t swim, Rawley,” Devon said nervously.

  “She’s not gonna swim. She’s gonna fish. And she’s not gonna eat worms, either. I hope. ” He reached for her hand and she looked up at his grizzled face and beamed. “Wanna catch some fish?” he asked her. And she nodded enthusiastically.

  Sarah got up, draining her cup once she was standing. “I’m going to run upstairs and change—I’ve been out on the bay this morning. I’ll be back in a minute. Help yourself to coffee. Then we’ll make a run on Carrie’s catered delights at the open house. ” And with that she was gone.

  Neither Spencer nor Devon said anything until Rawley and Mercy were down the stairs and Sarah had closed the door to Cooper’s upstairs apartment. It was Spencer who said, “Rumor has it you’re thinking of sticking around awhile. ”

  Devon looked at him sharply. “There’s rumors about me already?”

  He chuckled. “Not the scary kind, like that you dabble in witchcraft or eat puppies for breakfast. Rawley mentioned you were thinking about looking for work around here. ”

  “Oh. Right. Of course. Well, it all depends. I’m unknown here. If there were jobs, I’m sure people who have lived here a long time would have them. ”

  “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I’m from out of town. I came here for a job. ”

  “Really? What job?” Her interest was immediately piqued.

  “I’m the new Athletic Director and coach at the high school. ” Then he laughed. “Really, though, I’m a gym teacher in charge of gym teachers. ”

  She sighed audibly. “A dream job,” she said. “Is your wife athletic?”

  He glanced away. “My wife passed away a few months ago. That’s why I wanted to move. Austin and I needed a fresh start. ”

  “I’m so sorry,” she said. “My gosh, I barely meet you and I put my foot in my mouth. ”

  “No harm done. And no, she wasn’t particularly athletic. She liked boating and a little waterskiing, but that was it. And I have to give her a lot of credit—she came to all the games I coached. Not sure she had fun,” he added with a laugh. “But she was there. ”

  “You must miss her so much,” she said.

  “There are tough days. I try to take comfort in her relief. She fought a battle with cancer. . . . I’m glad that’s over for her. . . . ”

  Devon swallowed hard. Yet another reminder that as bad as she thought her life to be on some days, here was a brave man who had weathered the ultimate storm—parting with a loved one who had suffered.

  “And why Thunder Point? Just the job?” she asked.

  “Not just the job, but I’m real happy about that. It’s a surprise, really. I was looking for something in Oregon because Cooper’s here. ”

  “Ah, you’re good friends. . . . ”

  “We’re getting there. Cooper’s a pretty okay guy. He’s also Austin’s father. ”

  “I thought you were Austin’s father. ”

  He took a breath. “Well, it’s complicated, but here goes. We were living in Texas where I taught and coached. Just before Bridget passed away we learned that Austin is actually Cooper’s biological son. Cooper was engaged to Bridget way back—we honestly didn’t know. So we did the right thing—contacted Cooper, explained to Austin. ” He gave a shrug. “So it goes. Life isn’t always cut-and-dried. ”

  “No kidding,” she said. Co-dads? Just what she needed—another commune. “And it’s working out?”

  He gave a shrug. “So far. What about you?” he asked.

  “Me?”

  “Uh-huh, you. Divorced? Widowed? And why Thunder Point?”

  “Never married,” she said. “I was involved, that’s about it, and I am no longer involved. And Thunder Point was just the town at the end of the road. And, of course, Rawley is here and he’s been so kind. ”

  “Of course,” Spencer said. “And Mercy’s dad?”

  Jeez, she thought. She’d better get used to people coming right out and speaking their minds. “Um, not a great father figure. I’m trying to keep a low profile. ”

  “Oh. He doesn’t know you’re here?”

  “I hope not,” she said. “But he knows Mercy is with me. ”

  “Won’t he want you to come back to him?”

  “Me?” she asked. “No, he was clear about that. We haven’t been involved in over three years. And before you pass judgment, he has other women and children—a veritable tribe. Now please, can we let the subject go?”

  He frowned at her and she could read his mind. He was a single father; he would have opinions about a woman stealing away his child. He wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t be able to give her the benefit of the doubt. Nice as he seemed, she didn’t know Spencer well enough to trust him with the truth.

  “All right,” Sarah announced, coming suddenly from within the bar. “I’m ready. Are you?”

  “You bet,” Devon said, standing. “Let me wave to Mercy. ”

  “I can help with that,” Sarah said. She let go a piercing whistle and everyone on the beach, including Rawley and Mercy, turned toward the deck. They all waved at each other.

  “That was awesome,” Devon said.

  “Thanks. Cooper taught me. ”

  Four

  When Sarah was slowly making her way up the road to Highway 101 with Devon in the passenger seat, she asked, “Does this outing make you nervous?”

  “Oh, yes,” she confessed.

  “Just take it slow—it’s not a job interview. I mean, if you hear of something promising, don’t hesitate, but probably the most important thing is just getting a feel for the Thunder Point people. They’re very nice. Sometimes nosy, but good, honest people. ”

  “I’ll try,” Devon said.

  “Of course. Listen, I was divorced after one miserable year of marriage so I’m well aware of how hard it can be. In fact, I moved here a little over a year ago, before my divorce was even final. Getting your confidence back after something like that—it’s not easy. ”

  “Landon’s not your son?”

  “No,” she said with a laugh. “My younger brother. It’s been the two of us since he was six. Ten years of being a big sister slash single mother. ”

  “Wow. You did it on your own?”

  “Our parents were killed in an accident—there weren’t any choices about it. And it worked out—more due to him than to my parenting skills, I’m sure. He’s a great kid. ”

  “And now? You’re engaged. . . . ”

  That caused Sarah to glance at the ring. “I wasn’t divorced long when I met Cooper. I wasn’t going to get involved with a guy, especially one like Cooper, bu
t he’s relentless. Thank God. ”

  “A guy like Cooper?” she couldn’t help but ask.

  Sarah laughed. “One look at him and I took him for a player. ”

  “Player?” Devon asked.

  “Doesn’t he, though? Look like the kind of guy who could give women a real run? But he’s not—he’s so committed, it’s almost shocking. I was the one on the run—he had trouble catching me. But I am now very, very caught. If you had told me two years ago I could be this happy, I’d say you were crazy. Out of every storm. . . ”

  Devon just listened, thinking players don’t always look the way they’re supposed to look. That sexy guy in the torn jeans and T-shirt who showed off his broad chest and muscled arms and shoulders is ready to settle down, but the one she fell for—so morally superior and always quoting scriptures—proved to be a bad choice.

  “People don’t always look like who they really are. ”

  Sarah pulled off the highway and headed for town. “You don’t have to tell me, sister. I caught my husband banging the maid of honor. A stunning moment in my romantic history. So, this doctor’s office, this open house, it’s a small space. I’ll be close by, even if the gathering spills out onto the front sidewalk. If you do lose sight of me, I’ll be waiting at the diner across the street. All you have to do is say hello, visit a little and then let me know when you’ve had enough. And you don’t have to explain anything, even if you’re asked. You’re visiting your distant cousin because he offered, things are fine, you’re just looking around the area, you know. . . ”

  “I know,” she said, but in fact she was very grateful for this reminder. She didn’t have to answer those difficult questions—the kind Spencer asked.

  Sarah parked across the street from the new Family Practice. There were some streamers and balloons and the front door was propped open. And yes, the office was small. It looked like a storefront in a row of storefronts, sitting right between the sheriff’s department and Carrie’s Deli.

  The first person Devon met was Scott Grant, the new doctor, who was greeting people at the door. And the inside of his new practice was smaller than small. She counted room for ten chairs and a coffee table right inside the door, a counter with a swinging half door leading to the back. On the other side of the counter was one desk, some shelves, a desktop computer and a room divider that opened on the right side for people to pass into the back where there must be exam rooms. Though it was crowded, there was room for a small table covered by a festive tablecloth on which sat the snacks and punch bowl. This office space could easily be used for a dress shop, a greeting cards and notions store or a travel agency.

  The next people she met were Carrie, her daughter, Gina, and granddaughter, Ashley. Ashley was filling cups with punch while Gina was putting out trays of bite-size sandwiches and cookies. Devon saw Carrie pull a cooler out from under the table and withdraw a storage container filled with a variety of hors d’oeuvres, which were then placed into a cute arrangement on a large tray.

  There was a little polite small talk. She met Gina’s boss, Stu, who owned the diner; Gina’s husband, Mac, the town deputy; and a couple of neighboring business owners. Having noticed a few people wandering around in the back of the clinic area, Devon couldn’t resist. It was, after all, an open house. She walked behind the room divider and what she found was a series of cubicles and she knew what they were for. There was a treatment room with a bed, counter, sink, chair, supplies. Then another exam room. She found what must be the doctor’s office—there was a desk and shelves laden with books, and the door actually closed for privacy. There was what could pass for a very small break room containing a little table and two chairs, refrigerator, microwave, cupboards and sink.