week. We’ll be switching to seven instead of six. Have a great week, everybody.”
All in attendance tonight were regulars, save for the cowboy. They’d all had a positive week and tonight’s meeting had mostly been smiles and laughter—the whole reason for forming this group nearly two years ago.
Lucy excused herself from her friends and headed toward the back of the church where the new guy was trying to sneak out as quickly and quietly as he’d snuck in.
Lucy wasn’t having any part of that. She made her way through the aisles, smiling and nodding to familiar faces. But when she reached the back, the stranger was gone. Jogging out the open doors, she spotted him striding toward a big black truck. What else would a mysterious cowboy drive?
A fine mist covered her face as she picked up the pace to catch up with him. Those long legs of his ate up some serious ground.
He must’ve heard or sensed her because he glanced over his shoulder and stopped. Swiping the dampness from her face, Lucy finished closing the gap between them.
“Hi. I’m Lucy.” Okay, that sounded lame, but she didn’t know what else to lead with. She was usually fine with greeting new guests, but this man was different. “I wanted to welcome you to the group, but you slipped out before I could say hello.”
The stranger shoved his black hat back on and fished the keys from his pocket. “I’m not joining. Just wanted to come by and see what it was about.”
She recognized that emptiness she saw in his dark eyes, knew that denial, that unspoken insistence he’d be all right without help. Even with the light rain and only the glow from the church lights, she had become all too familiar with that look. Two years ago she’d seen it every day staring back at her in the mirror.
“You’ve lost someone recently?” When his jaw clenched, she knew she’d hit the mark. He was the angry griever. There were all types and she’d come to know them all. “Would you like to come back in and talk?”
The stranger snorted and shook his head as he turned toward his truck and held out his key fob. Lights flashed as the locks were released.
“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not baring my soul to a group of strangers.”
Lucy wrapped her arms around her waist. Occasionally rude people came through, but she’d had to remind herself the words weren’t necessarily directed at her. They were targeted toward the person’s inner anger.
The stranger cursed on a sigh and turned back to her. “Noah. My name is Noah.”
Lucy smiled. Apparently his guilt trumped his anger where she was concerned. A cowboy and a gentleman.
“I didn’t plan on making you bare your soul, just so you know. I didn’t know if you’d like to come in and just talk, not necessarily about loss or grieving. We actually get together once a week and discuss a variety of things.”
One thick, dark brow quirked. “Like what?”
Lucy shrugged. “One rule is if you’re going to speak, you have to start with something good that happened since you were here last. It can be anything. We are really just here to lift each other up, not focus on why we’re hurting.”
His eyes darted away for a brief second before returning to her. “That’s great, what you’re doing. It’s just...not for me.”
Nodding, Lucy knew when not to push. “Well, we’re here every Monday. If you change your mind, you’re welcome to come back.”
When she turned to go, she dropped her head as the rain started to pick up intensity.
“I lost my wife six months ago.”
His low tone was nearly drowned out by the rain, but Lucy froze, knowing full well she’d heard correctly. Shoving her damp hair off her forehead, she turned back around.
“My husband has been gone for two years,” she replied, wanting him to know they already had something in common and he wasn’t alone. Still, saying the words never got any easier. It was just an ugly fact she’d learned to live with. “I’m available to talk one-on-one, too, if you prefer.”
He stared at her a bit longer, as if he was trying to process what move to make next. That internal struggle was real, but something he had to battle himself. She waited for his reply, not caring how wet she was getting, how her hair was clinging to her cheeks or how her shirt had plastered itself to her skin.
With a tip of his hat, he nodded toward the church. “You’d best get inside. Storm’s comin’.”
* * *
Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, Noah Spencer headed home. Well, to the house he was renting. Calling the place he’d lived in only a few days a home was quite a stretch.
He’d lost his ranch, a portion of his life that he’d never get back. Noah swallowed as guilt and grief threatened to overtake him. The loss of his wife was far greater than that of the land and livestock. But losing nearly everything all at once was damn near soul-crushing.
Settling into this small town, ready to start his new job with the Stonerock Police Department tomorrow night, was the fresh start he needed. Being a rancher was his first love, but the failing ranch he’d had in Texas was gone and the money to rebuild simply wasn’t there.
If he were all alone he would’ve tried to come up with a way to fight for that dream...or close himself off from the world and curse fate for taking so much from him.
But he hadn’t quite lost everything and he wasn’t alone. He had a little girl depending on him to provide security, a stable home, and the vision of a brighter future.
Noah smiled despite the pain. Just the thought of Emma, his girly-girl with her pink bows and her curly blond hair, always brightened his mood. She’d dealt with this move far better than he had. To her, everything in life was an adventure and he’d do well to learn from her positive outlook.
And it was that positive attitude of Emma’s that drove him to check out this support group he’d heard of. When his real estate agent had lined up this rental until he could find a house worth buying in his budget, she’d mentioned various things around town: a few trustworthy babysitters, good restaurants, pediatricians...and this group. Helping Hands was free to the community, to help lift up people who had lost someone.
Noah truly didn’t care about being lifted up or any other mind tricks meant to make him feel better about his life. Right now it sucked. Plain and simple. There was no way to sugarcoat things and he was too mentally exhausted to try.
Forcing the bitterness away, he pulled into his drive. For the sake of his daughter, he always put up a strong front. That was his job as her sole parent now. She mourned the loss of her mother, of her pets back at the leveled ranch, so he needed to always keep her surroundings positive.
Killing the engine, Noah sat there and thought back to the blonde beauty who’d followed him out to his truck. She’d been determined to get him to open up and he’d been just as determined not to. Yet something about her sweet smile, those piercing green eyes, and her soft tone had made him reveal more than he’d wanted to.
Her opening up about her late husband had surprised him. Even through the sadness in her tone, she’d smiled. For him. A total stranger reaching out to him. She’d invited him back, but...
Noah sighed and jerked his door handle. He wasn’t going back. Attending meetings like that would only make him relive the nightmare of six months ago. He’d moved to Stonerock for a fresh start and that’s exactly what he planned on getting. How could he move forward if he was constantly reminded about how drastically his life had changed?
Heading up the walkway, Noah glanced toward the bay window where his whole reason for living was waving wildly. Curls bouncing, plastic tiara askew, Emma made a silly face. Noah couldn’t help but laugh as he reflected one back to her. He knew the second he walked through that door and relieved the babysitter that he’d