one of them. You ought to try to recruit a few more medical professionals like yourself. We can always use more help.”
“I’ll remember that.”
She shuddered as Adam parked. A gaggle of folks were waiting on the front porch. Farm dogs raced around his truck, jumping, barking and eager to see what all the excitement was about.
“Quite a welcoming committee,” Sara said. “Kind of overwhelming, particularly since they know about the trouble in town.” She paused and scowled. “You did warn them, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I guess they’re just glad to see you. What’s the problem?”
“No problem.” Sara forced a smile. “I’m so tired I was hoping to grab a quick shower and go to bed, not socialize.”
“We won’t keep you up. They just want to see that you’re okay.”
Was she okay? She sighed. Sure. She was fine considering that she could be in the hospital with a gunshot wound, or worse. Put that way she was more than fine. She was blessed beyond words. Nevertheless, running the gauntlet of Adam’s big, magnanimous family was daunting.
She pasted a smile on her face, tried to control threatening tears and climbed out of the truck. This kind of warm welcome was unbelievable, particularly since half of Paradise seemed to blame her for Vicki’s drowning. Or did they? This was not the first time it had occurred to Sara that she herself might feel so responsible she was imagining critical stares from others.
Helen Babcock’s reaction had been a different story, of course. As Vicki’s mother, Helen was entitled to place blame wherever she wanted. Sara was willing to tolerate the poor woman’s hurtful accusations. Anything was okay if it helped her work through maternal grief and eventually cope with the horrendous loss. Yes, Helen had one remaining child—a grown son, Will—but that didn’t negate Vicki’s untimely death.
The Kanes gathered around Adam and Sara, peppering them with questions as he shepherded her up the porch steps. “We’re fine, we’re fine,” he insisted. “Right now, what Sara needs most is a place to sleep and some clean clothes.” His brother Carter’s wife was holding a sleeping toddler while her husband held another. “Missy, can you loan her a few things until the police let Sara get back into her apartment?”
“Sure.” The dark-haired, petite woman frowned. “I thought she was here because somebody shot at her. What happened to her apartment?”
Sara grimaced. “You wouldn’t believe the mess. Somebody trashed the place and poured gallons of red paint all over everything.”
Missy’s brown eyes widened. “No way.”
“Yes way,” Adam said. “That’s why she can’t stay in town and why I thought it best to give her a break out here. Between me and Carter and Kurt we should be able to fend off any sneak attacks.”
Sara noted how other members of Adam’s family began to fall back, inching away from her. The parents carrying the sleepy children held them closer and actually covered the backs of their tousled heads with a hand.
“I really am sorry,” Sara said. “I offered to get a motel room or crash at the hospital but Adam insisted I come here.” She glanced up at him. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
“Nonsense.” The group gave way as he ushered her through the front door. “You can have my room and I’ll bunk with Kurt for a few nights. He snores but I have ear plugs.”
The brother who looked enough like Adam to be his twin laughed. “Not as loud as you do, bro.”
When Kurt grinned at Sara she was relieved. “I’m so tired tonight I can probably sleep through anything.”
“Terrific. I’ll run over to Missy and Carter’s house and bring back some clothes for you.” Kurt’s smile gentled, making the resemblance to Adam even stronger.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“No sweat. Back in a few minutes.”
Once they were alone, Adam gestured toward the stairway. “After you.”
“Your brother is very nice. I didn’t know him that well in school.”
“That’s right. You did skip a couple of grades, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Sadly, yes. My parents were so proud of my accomplishments they never considered the social repercussions of pushing me ahead of my peers. I never did fit in.” Except with you and Vicki.
“Sure, you did.”
Unwilling to argue the point, Sara dropped the subject. Adam had been a star high-school football player, successful 4-H and Future Farmers of America member, honor student and all-around popular jock, while she had struggled to maintain perfect grades to the exclusion of extracurricular activities.
He ushered her to a second-story room at the end of a short hallway. “Here you go. I’ll just grab a few of my things and get out of your way.” He proceeded to do so, filling his arms. “You have your own private bath so nobody will bother you.”
“Where will you be?” She knew her voice was not its normal pitch and hoped he didn’t think she was whining.
“Right next door. Kurt was only half kidding. You’ll probably hear one or both of us snoring.”
That suited her just fine. She managed a smile. “Good.”
Clutching the messy stack of clothes he backed through the open door. “Good night, then. I’ll have Kurt drop the stuff from Missy right out here in the hall.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
And then he was gone, leaving Sara feeling as if she had just been marooned on a desert island while her ship sailed away. Only she wasn’t truly alone, was she? Adam and his brother were going to be in the next room and if she could hear them snoring, they would also be able to hear her if she cried out.
Deciding to wait until she had something clean to put on after her shower, she looked around the room. It was clearly masculine and she imagined it might smell a little smoky because of its regular occupant. Though she and Adam were longtime friends she had never been in this room before. Truth to tell, she didn’t remember much about the rest of the ranch, either, although she and Vicki had been invited out there to ride horses a few times.
Picturing Adam in his Western attire, complete with boots and a cowboy hat, made him seem entirely different. It was as if donning his fire department gear transformed him. He was very serious then, hardly ever laughing unless the training session or actual call was over. Once that happened, the firefighters behaved the same as overworked ER doctors and nurses and not only traded jokes, they rehashed recent traumas and looked for humor in everything. It was hard for civilians to understand doing that but Sara did. It was a necessary coping mechanism, one she imagined he had used as a marine on active duty, too.
She sighed as she strolled to the window and opened it to let in fresh air. A whippoorwill called in the distance and another, closer, answered. That meant they were nesting and chances of a late spring frost had passed.
The lights in the second house on the ranch flicked off, room after room. Missy and her family were going back to bed. Therefore, Kurt should have returned by now with her clean clothes.
She started to turn away from the window when something beyond the front gates caught her eye. Headlights of a car or truck were slowly passing on the road. Could they be looking for the Kane ranch? For her? Was that why the vehicle was creeping along?
Sara pushed back one side of the sheer curtains so she could see more clearly. The car was stopping. Her heart pounded erratically. The headlights blinked off.
Pivoting back against the wall she fought to catch her breath. She’d been silhouetted in that window like a paper practice target. Any hunter with a decent scope on his rifle would have no trouble sighting in on her. Getting her in his