hand aside.
'Jesus. Have some respect for the injured.'
'Just be still while I bandage this.' She snipped some gauze and tape. 'And if your hand starts wandering again, I'll give you a lump twice as big as this one.'
'Yes, ma'am.' Her hands were gentle, and except for the sledgehammer pounding his brain, he was feeling considerably better.
'Are you hurt anywhere else?'
Her hands felt soft and cool as raindrops. 'Can't say. Why don't you check?'
She ignored the smirk in his voice and unbuttoned his shirt. 'I certainly hope this teaches you… oh, God, Tucker.'
His eyes jerked open. 'What? What?'
'You're all black and blue.'
He took a moment to be grateful she hadn't found a rib sticking out. 'Those're old. Austin.'
'Why, that's hideous.' Horror stung her voice and turned her eyes green as emeralds. 'He should be locked up.'
He had to smile. 'He is locked up, darlin'. Right and tight in the county jail. Carl transported him yesterday.'
Caroline laid gentle fingers on his bruised ribs. 'He really hurt you.'
Pride nettled. 'He didn't walk away smiling.'
'Of course, that makes it all right.' Caroline jerked her hands away and popped open a bottle of painkiller Dr. Palamo had prescribed for her stress headaches. 'Men are all idiots.'
Carefully, Tucker propped himself on his elbows. 'I didn't start it. He came after me.'
'Just shut up and take one of these.'
'What am I taking?'
'Something that won't laugh at that headache I imagine you've got.'
He took the pill, grateful, but also scanned the label of the bottle. If it did the job, he'd have to ask Doc Shays to get him some for the rest of his pains. Tucker swallowed it with a sip of the water she offered. 'Can I have that beer if I'm able to stand up?'
'No.'
He laid his head back against the cushion. 'Just as well. Darlin', do me a favor and call Junior Talbot. He's going to have to come on down and tow my car.'
'I'll take care of it.' She rose, then shot him a warning look. 'Don't go to sleep. You're not supposed to sleep if you have a concussion.'
'Why not?'
Frustration added an edge to her voice. 'I don't know why not, I'm not a doctor. It's just something you hear all the time.'
'I won't go to sleep if you promise to come right back and hold my hand.'
Caroline lifted a brow. 'If you go to sleep, I'm calling Doc Shays and telling him to bring his longest needle.'
'Christ, you're a mean one.' But his lips curved as she walked out.
She gave him less than three minutes to consider drifting off before she returned with an ice pack. 'Junior said he'd be out as soon as he could get away.' When he only grunted, she laid the ice pack on his head, and the grunt turned into a long 'ah' of gratitude. 'I didn't know whether I should call your family.'
'Not yet. Delia'll be in town awhile longer. I forgot she was running a bake sale today. Josie's not likely to go anywhere, especially if Dwayne wakes up with his usual Sunday head.' Lord, he was tired. Not the pleasant, sleepy tired of a lazy afternoon, but tired clean to the bone. 'Anyway, wrecking cars is kind of a hobby in my family.'
She frowned at him. Since his color was coming back, she felt she had a right to demand an explanation. 'Then the lot of you should take up croquet or needle-point. Where the hell were you going in such a hurry?'
'I don't know. Anywhere.'
'Anywhere's a stupid place to go barefoot at a hundred miles an hour.'
'More like eighty. You tend to exaggerate.'
'You could have killed yourself.'
'Since I felt like killing somebody else, it was a better bet.' He opened his eyes, and though she could see the pain had misted away-Dr. Palamo's magic worked quickly-there was something else, something deeper and more poignant.
'Did something happen?'
'There wasn't a baby,' he heard himself say.
'Excuse me?'
'She wasn't pregnant. She lied to me. She stood there, looked me right in the eye, and told me she had my baby inside her. And it was a lie.'
It took Caroline a moment to realize he was talking about Edda Lou-the Edda Lou she had found floating in the pond. 'I'm sorry.' She folded her hands in her lap, unsure what to say or how to say it.
He didn't know why he was telling her, but once started, he couldn't stem the words. 'These last few days… it's been eating at me. Thinking about her dying that way. She meant something to me once. Almost meant something to me. Thinking about that, and thinking that a part of me died with her was… but there wasn't any part of me in Edda Lou, except for a lie.'
'Maybe she made a mistake. She might have thought she was pregnant.'
He gave a short laugh. 'I hadn't slept with her in nearly two months. A woman like Edda Lou keeps close track of that kind of female business. She knew.' He closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened again, a trace of the wild rage glowed in them. 'Why am I so mad that there wasn't a baby? She lied, so that means no baby died, and I don't have to hurt thinking about it anymore.'
Caroline did hold his hand, even brought it up to her cheek for a moment in comfort. She hadn't realized he had feelings that traveled that deep and difficult a road. The part of her that softened for him would never be able to harden again.
'Sometimes we hurt more for what might have been than for what is.'
He turned his palm so that their fingers linked. She had the loveliest and the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. 'You sound like you know what I'm talking about.'
She smiled, and didn't object when he kissed her knuckles. 'I do.' Always cautious, she drew her hand free before it lingered too long in his. 'Why don't I go out and see if Junior's made it yet?'
He didn't want to break the contact yet, not quite yet. With an effort he pushed himself up. 'Why don't we both go?' The room revolved once, slowly, then settled. 'If you'll give me a hand.'
She looked down at his outstretched hand. It was foolish, she supposed, to think he was asking for more than momentary support. Shaking off the feeling, she reached out and joined her hand with his.
Chapter Ten
Junior Talbot stepped out of the cab of his tow truck, stuck a finger under his Atlanta Braves fielder's cap, and dug through his tangled mop of red hair to scratch his head. He made a long, slow circle around Tucker's mangled Porsche, his J. C. Penney work boots crunching on shards of glass. His pale blue eyes were sober in his round, powerfully freckled face. Thoughtfully, he pulled at his full bottom lip.
Caroline thought he looked like Howdy Doody on tranquilizers.
'Seems like you got yourself some trouble here,' he said at length.
'Little bit,' Tucker agreed. 'Got a smoke, Junior?'
'Guess so.' Junior pulled a pack of Winstons from the breast pocket of his grease-stained work shirt. He shook the pack, shooting a cigarette out to the filter, carefully replacing the pack after Tucker had taken it. Then he crouched down to contemplate the mashed fender. There was another long moment of silence. 'Sure used to be a
