the bottle, Derrick pressed the now-calm baby against his cheek and stroked its tiny belly with one gentle fingertip. Quinn watched, mesmerized by the boy’s tenderness with animals, a tenderness he hid from humans.
Derrick punished humans because they’d let him down. Or maybe he was punishing himself.
Quinn pondered the thought, not wanting this quiet, warm mood of empathetic companionship springing up in the well house over a box of cats nobody wanted.
But he had to admit a grudging admiration for a kid who would drag himself out of bed in the dark and cold to care for an animal. The action showed something caring and decent about the inner person.
The boy placed his now-fed runt of the litter, a tuxedo like her mother, into the box and gently lifted the final crying baby, a solid black. Quinn’s pair, one tuxedo and the other white, nursed contentedly, their tiny paws massaging the nipple as they would their mother.
He and the boy didn’t say anything more for a while. From the corner of his eye, Quinn watched the tired face across from him. Derrick was trying so hard to remain tough and aloof, he was about to implode.
“Why are you so mad at her?” he asked softly.
His face, smoothed by the kittens, went sullen again. “What do you care?”
“Just making conversation. She doesn’t seem so bad.”
A shoulder jerked. “You don’t know anything.”
“She beat on you?”
Surprised, Derrick’s eyes lit in an almost smile but he caught himself in time to scoff. “No.”
“Starve you?”
“She’s like a doctor or something, man. She wouldn’t do that.”
“So what’s your beef?”
Derrick stared down at the kitten and mumbled, “She shoulda told me.”
“Told you what?”
One beat passed. “Nothing.”
That’s what he got for asking. Nothing.
Quinn removed the bottles from the sated kittens and placed them on the heating pad. Derrick did the same. Neither spoke until they exited the building.
“Get in the truck. I’ll drive you home.”
“I walked here, didn’t I?”
“Suit yourself.” Quinn spun and started toward the house. As his foot thudded on the loose porch boards, Derrick said, “Uh, hey, uh.”
Quinn stopped but didn’t turn. “The name’s Quinn.”
“Uh, yeah, Quinn. I guess you can drive me home.”
A grin wiggled against Quinn’s lips. He headed for his Ram. Derrick hopped inside, slammed the door and slumped down in the seat, hood up and hands in his pockets.
They drove in silence down the bumpy trail to the gravel road, shivering deep in their coats until the heater grabbed hold.
The dash clock showed two o’clock. He’d made it, thanks to the cats and the kid. One small victory. One night without regrets.
“You have school tomorrow?”
“Like I can avoid it.”
“GC is a pretty good school.”
“Nobody likes new kids.”
Quinn flicked a glance at him. “Maybe because you have a mountain-sized chip on your shoulder.”
“So?” His glare said it all.
So? So plenty of guys could snap you like a number-two pencil, you little twerp.
All he said was, “Be careful or someone will knock it off.”
Derrick huffed. “Let ’em try.”
“You play sports?”
“Used to. I quit after—” He slid farther down in the seat. Pity welled in Quinn. The dash glow showed a sad kid, not a bad one.
He knew a little about being so sad that you wanted to disappear and the only emotion you could muster was anger.
The words pressed at the back of Quinn’s throat until they fell out in the dark silence. “Lousy, about your mother.”
Derrick didn’t answer. He turned toward the window and stared out at the black night.
Not your business, Buchanon. You don’t need this.
So he shut up. Making conversation with Derrick was like trying to pet a rabid porcupine anyway. What was the point?
At the corner leading to the rear of the Satterfield farm, the kid suddenly came to life. “You can let me out here.”
Quinn tapped the brake. “You think she won’t find out?”
“You gonna tattle?”
“I’ll think about it.”
The kid slid to the ground. “Thanks for the ride.”
Quinn jerked a nod. “Sleep in. I’ll feed them at six.”
“I’ll be there.” Derrick slammed the door and took off in a jog down the road.
Quinn watched the penlight bob across the field and into the backyard and finally disappear into the house before he turned the truck around and drove back to the cabin.
* * *
The next day, the Family Medical Clinic was jammed with sick people, and Gena’s brain vacillated between medical mode and stressing over Derrick and the untenable situation with her cranky neighbor.
Her sister had been right. Quinn was a player, a user. He didn’t even remember.
She ripped off a prescription and handed it to her latest patient, the owner of a local café, The Buttered Biscuit, who’d contracted a mean sinusitis complicated by otitis media.
“I’m prescribing some antibiotics for the infection, Jan. Three times a day for fourteen days. Take all of them, even if you think you feel better. Ear infections can be tricky to clear.”
Jan nodded her head miserably, then winced at the pain the movement generated. “I’d eat rocks for a month to get rid of this. I sure don’t want it to come back.”
Gena smiled. “Smart woman. You can take over-the-counter pain reliever if you need it. Which I’m guessing you do. The same with a decongestant or nasal spray. Call me if you don’t see improvement by Friday.”
“Thanks, Gena. You’re a blessing.”
“It wouldn’t hurt you to get some rest, let someone else run the café for a few days.”
“I feel so awful, I will. Abby can handle it.”
Abby. Fiancée to one of the Buchanon boys. As if she needed another reminder of that prominent family today.
Gena opened the exam room door and let the woman pass before going to the sink to wash her hands.
Moving back to Gabriel’s Crossing had seemed like the best solution when Derrick began acting out. Here was a familiar place where she knew people and had roots that she could share with him, a place where he could learn small-town values, a place with a mortgage-free home in the country and a medical practice that needed her. Now she wondered if she’d done the right thing.
Maybe she should move back to Houston, away from the danger of Quinn Buchanon.
She scrubbed harder, soaping her wrists, zoned out in thought. Houston didn’t have Quinn, but her parents’ city had plenty of other worries, especially concerning her nephew.
She loved it here in Gabriel’s Crossing, loved living in Nana and Papa’s house with its wonderful memories