time, there was something about the comfortable way that Taylor had reacted to Kyle-and vice versa-that made it seem anything but threatening. All of this was going through her head as she drew near and answered for her son.
“He’s trying to say that you found him,” she said. Taylor glanced up and saw Denise for the first time since the accident, and for a moment he couldn’t turn away. Despite the fact he’d seen her before, she looked . . . well, more attractive than he’d remembered. Granted, she was a mess that night, but still, the way she might look under normal circumstances hadn’t crossed his mind. It wasn’t that she looked glamorous or elegant; it was more that she radiated a natural beauty, a woman who knew she was attractive but didn’t spend all day thinking about it.
“Yes. He’s found you,” Kyle said again, breaking into Taylor’s thoughts. Kyle nodded for emphasis, and Taylor was thankful for a reason to face him again. He wondered if Denise could tell what he was thinking.
“That’s right, I did,” he said with a friendly hand still on Kyle’s shoulder, “but you, little man, were the brave one.”
Denise watched as he spoke to Kyle. Despite the heat, Taylor was wearing jeans and Red Wing workboots. The boots were covered with a thin layer of dried mud and well worn, as if he’d used them every day for months. The thick leather was scarred and chaffed. His white shirt was short-sleeved, revealing tight muscles in his sun- darkened arms-the arms of someone who worked with his hands all day. When he stood he seemed taller than she’d remembered.
“Sorry about almost knocking him over back there,” he said, “I didn’t see him when I came in.” He stopped, as if not knowing what else to say, and Denise sensed a shyness she hadn’t expected.
“I saw what happened. It wasn’t your fault. He kind of snuck up on you.” She smiled. “I’m Denise Holton, by the way. I know we met before, but a lot of that night’s fairly foggy.”
She held out her hand and Taylor took it. She could feel the calluses on his palm.
“Taylor McAden,” he said. “I got your note. Thanks.”
“Fowman,” Kyle said again, this time louder than before. He wrung his hands together, twisting and turning them almost compulsively. It was something he always did when excited.
“Big fowman.” He put the emphasis on big.
Taylor furrowed his brow and reached out, grabbing Kyle on the helmet in a friendly, almost brotherly way. Kyle’s head moved in unison with his hand. “You think so, huh?”
Kyle nodded. “Big.”
Denise laughed. “I think it’s a case of hero worship.”
“Well, the feeling’s mutual, little man. It was more you than me.”
Kyle’s eyes were wide. “Big.”
If Taylor noticed that Kyle didn’t understand what he’d just said, he didn’t show it. Instead Taylor winked at him. Nice.
Denise cleared her throat. “I haven’t had the chance to thank you in person for what you did that night.”
Taylor shrugged. With some people it would have come across as arrogant, as if they knew they’d done something wonderful. With Taylor, though, it came across differently, as if he hadn’t given it a second thought since that night.
“Ah, that’s all right,” he said. “Your note was plenty.”
For a moment neither of them spoke. Kyle, meanwhile-as if already bored by the conversation-wandered toward the candy aisle. Both of them watched as he stopped halfway down, focusing intently on the brightly covered wrappers.
“He looks good,” Taylor finally said into the silence. “Kyle, I mean. After all that happened, I was sort of wondering how he was doing.”
Denise’s eyes followed his. “He seems to be okay. Time will tell, I guess, but right now I’m not too worried about him. The doctor gave him a clean bill of health.”
“How ’bout you?” he asked.
She answered automatically, without really thinking. “The same as always.”
“No . . . I mean with your injuries. You were pretty banged up when I last saw you.”
“Oh . . . well, I guess I’m doing okay, too,” she said.
“Just okay?”
Her expression softened. “Better than okay. Still a little sore here and there, but otherwise I’m fine. It could have been worse.”
“Good, I’m glad. I was worried about you, too.”
There was something in the quiet way he spoke that made Denise take a closer look at him. Though he wasn’t the most handsome man she’d ever seen, there was something about him that caught her attention-a gentleness, perhaps, despite his size; an acute but unthreatening perceptiveness in his steady gaze. Though she knew it was impossible, it was almost as if he knew how difficult her life had been during the past few years. Glancing at his left hand, she noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring.
At that, she quickly turned away, wondering where the thought had come from and what had brought it on. Why would that matter? Kyle was still immersed in the candy aisle and was about to open a bag of Skittles when Denise saw what he was doing.
“Kyle-no!” She took a quick step toward him, then turned back to Taylor. “Excuse me. He’s getting into something he shouldn’t.”
He took a small step backward. “No problem.”
As she moved away, Taylor couldn’t help but watch her. The lovely, almost mysterious face accented by high cheekbones and exotic eyes, long dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail that reached past her shoulder blades, a shapely figure accented by the shorts and blouse she was wearing-
“Kyle, put that down. Your candy’s already in the bag.”
Before she caught him staring at her, Taylor shook his head and turned away, wondering again how he could have overlooked her beauty that night. A moment later Denise was back in front of him, Kyle now standing beside her. Kyle’s expression was glum, caught with his hand in the cookie jar and all that.
“Sorry about that. He knows better,” she said apologetically.
“I’m sure he does, but kids always press the limits.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
He grinned. “No, not really. Just my own. I don’t have any children.”
There was an awkward pause before Taylor spoke again.
“So I take it you’re in town for a few errands?” Small talk, nothing talk, Taylor knew, but for some reason he was reluctant to let her leave.
Denise ran her hand through her disheveled ponytail. “Yeah, we needed to grab a few things. The cupboard was getting pretty bare, if you know what I mean. How about you?”
“I’m just here to pick up some soda for the guys.”
“At the fire department?”
“No, I only volunteer there. The guys who work for me. I’m a contractor-I remodel homes, things like that.”
For a moment she was confused. “You volunteer? I thought that went out twenty years ago.”
“Not here it hasn’t. In fact, not in most small towns, I imagine. As a general rule, it’s not busy enough for a full-time crew, so they depend on people like me when emergencies come up.”
“I didn’t know that.” The realization made what he’d done for them seem even greater than before, though she wouldn’t have thought it possible.
Kyle peered up at his mother. “He’s hungry,” he said. (Eez hungwy)
“Are you hungry, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Well, we’ll be home soon. I’ll make you a grilled cheese sandwich when we get there. Does that sound okay?”
He nodded. “Yes, it’s good.” (Yes, ess good)
Denise, however, didn’t move right away-or at least not fast enough for Kyle. Instead she looked at Taylor again. Kyle reached up and tugged his mother by the hem of her shorts, and her hands automatically went down
