could to help Teddy. It would be nice to have more than one day on which to help. But she’d tell them Ma would look at Teddy’s leg after supper.
She turned, her reasons for returning firmly established. But still she hesitated. There was something about Caleb that upset her equilibrium. She might have said it was concern and sympathy over Teddy’s plight, but it was more than that.
She might have said it was compassion because Caleb’s wife had been murdered. Or she might have said it was because they had shared a good old-fashioned belly laugh at Teddy’s description of his father’s routine.
It was all of those things. But still more. Something about the man touched a tender, expectant spot deep inside that she hadn’t been aware of before this day.
And that frightened her. She didn’t like surprises, and this unexpected feeling left her off balance.
But why let it bother her? He’d soon be gone. He’d made that very clear.
Rose stepped into the room. “I can’t believe you asked him to stay.”
There was no mistaking the challenge in her sister’s voice. “Only for one night, so Blossom has time to rest.”
Rose made a dismissive sound. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d hang about a Caldwell cowboy.” She didn’t give Lilly a chance to answer before she grinned and spoke again. “Though he is rather handsome, and seems a decent sort of man.” She grew glum again. “For a Caldwell cowboy.”
Lilly shrugged. “Hard to judge a man after only a few hours, but I’m glad he’s staying long enough for Ma and me to look at Teddy’s leg and see why he doesn’t use it.” She explained yet again what had happened to the boy.
“Oh, that’s terrible. I wouldn’t wish that kind of disaster even on a man who works for the Caldwells.”
Lilly chuckled. “Nice to know.”
Rose studied Lilly long enough to make her squirm inside, but outwardly she returned the look, hoping she was managing to keep hidden every hint of her confusion about her feelings for Caleb and Teddy.
Rose’s expression softened as if satisfied with what she saw.
Lilly might demand to know what exactly Rose thought that was, but she didn’t care to encourage Rose’s curiosity about the Caldwell cowboy and Lilly’s choice to open their home to him.
“I came to tell you supper is ready,” Rose said. “Will you let the others know?”
“Certainly.” Lilly left the house and stopped at Pa’s shop to tell him, and then made her way to the barn. She paused outside the door. Why hadn’t Rose informed everyone of supper herself? Lilly narrowed her eyes. Was she purposely avoiding contact with Caleb and Teddy simply because Caleb worked for the Caldwells? His reasons were noble—to earn enough money to take Teddy to a special doctor. She’d have to tell Rose that and set the record straight.
Caleb was sitting near Teddy and Blossom, his back against a post, his legs stretched out halfway across the alley. He’d perched his hat on a nearby nail. He was watching his son, an affectionate smile curling his mouth. She drew in a breath at the depth of his devotion. Many men would simply accept the fact their son would only walk with crutches and get on with their lives. But not Caleb. It seemed he meant to move Heaven and earth to help his son. It was truly admirable and brought a sting of emotion to the back of her eyes.
Teddy fussed with the dog, petting her head and talking to her, urging her to eat more.
Neither of them had noticed Lilly in the doorway until Grub padded toward her.
She stepped inside. “Supper is ready.”
Caleb tugged on the lobe of his ear. “We don’t want to be a bother.”
“It’s no bother.”
Slowly he rose. “If you’re quite certain?”
“I most certainly am.” More than anything, she wanted them to join the family for a meal. She wanted more time to observe them.... She meant, observe Teddy.
“Then we will come.” He signaled for Teddy to join him and the pair fell in step with Lilly as she crossed the yard.
Teddy grinned up at his father. “I was afraid you would say no.”
“Why would you think that?”
“’Cause sometimes you are so stubborn.”
Lilly choked back laughter. Young Teddy must have really kept Caleb on his toes.
“Son, must you point out all my flaws and perceived failings in front of Miss Bell?” His voice deepened.
She couldn’t say if it was from amusement or annoyance or perhaps a combination of both. “Please, call me Lilly.” He’d used her Christian name several times already—perhaps not aware he was doing so. She certainly didn’t want to revert to a more formal way of address.
“Lilly and Caleb it is, then.”
She realized she, too, had easily used his Christian name even without permission. Maybe working together over an injured pup erased some of the normal polite restraints.
“Papa, I only say what I see.”
Lilly could not contain her amusement at Teddy’s directness and burst out laughing.
Caleb rocked his head back and forth in dismay, but she understood it was only pretend because his eyes brimmed with mirth, and in a moment he chuckled.
Teddy grinned, pleased with himself for making them both laugh.
Ma and Pa would enjoy a young boy’s presence at supper. Even Rose would see Caleb was a nice man.
She realized her smile might have appeared too bright as she entered the house, so she forced a bit of seriousness into her expression.
* * *
Still chuckling, Caleb followed Lilly to the house. Teddy had not once complained about the simple food they ate, but perhaps the meals, although adequate, were lacking in imagination.
He was willing to give his son a good meal tonight. Then it was back to their regular fare after tomorrow.
Lilly led him into the house.
The scent of roast pork, turnips and apples brought a flood of saliva to his mouth. The meals he’d had over the past few months certainly didn’t carry such tantalizing aromas.
“Papa, it smells awfully good,” Teddy whispered.
“It does indeed.” Caleb glanced about. It was a usual-looking kitchen—cupboards to one side, a big stove belting out heat, a wooden table. But there were touches that revealed the family, too. A rocking chair with a basket of mending. A spinning wheel and a basket of carded wool. A stack of papers teetering on a side table. And on the cupboard, four golden brown loaves of bread were cooling beside jars of applesauce and jars of dark blue-purple jam. He could almost taste the jam on the bread.
He and Teddy seldom had bread. A man on his own didn’t have time to make bread, even if he knew how. They ate biscuits unless they found bread to purchase in one of the many towns he’d visited in his search for a doctor who could help Teddy.
The woman by the stove turned at their entrance.
Lilly pulled them forward. “Ma, this is Caleb Craig and his son, Teddy.” Lilly and her mother’s love for each other was evident in the way they each smiled. “Caleb, my mother.”
Both Teddy and Caleb offered their hands and Ma shook them. “Pleased to meet you.”
Mrs. Bell indicated two chairs at the table and he and Teddy sat down.
The others took their places. Rose and Lilly sat across from him and Mr. Bell sat at the end, facing his wife.
Caleb glanced around the table, but his gaze stalled when it landed on