Susan Mallery - Completely Smitten

“Overnight. They want to make sure my head injury isn’t serious. Somebody nailed me with a metal chair. I ducked, but not fast enough.” He fingered the bandage. “There’s some bruising around my inner ear, so I’m a little wobbly.”

After last night, she knew the feeling.

“What about your leg?”

“It was a clean shot. Through the meat. It’ll need regular changing, but it’s just a matter of letting it heal.”

He’d spoken without opening his eyes. Haley had the feeling that he was getting tired. She knew she should go and let him rest, but first she had to thank him for all that he’d done for her. And apologize.

“Kevin, I—”

A faint ringing interrupted her. He opened his eyes.

“Dammit, that’s my cell phone,” he mumbled, turning his head toward the sound. “It’s in my jacket pocket. Probably in the closet. Would you get it?”

“Sure.”

She rose and crossed to the small closet. As she opened the door, the ringing got louder. She pulled the phone out of his chest pocket and carried it to him. Kevin pushed a button.

“Harmon,” he said, his voice brisk and all business.

A little shiver went through her. He was competent, she thought. So in charge. Not like any man she’d ever met, certainly nothing like Allan.

She crossed to the window and tried not to listen, but when he chuckled and said, “Hi, Mom,” she couldn’t help tuning in to the conversation.

She wouldn’t have thought of him as someone with a mother. Not that she’d assumed he’d hatched from under a rock or anything, but for him to have a family meant he was just like everyone else. But now that she thought about it, she remembered him mentioning a brother. That part of last night was still a little blurry.

“Nothing much,” he said, his words filled with warmth and affection.

Haley recognized the emotions and they warmed her. She liked that Kevin cared about his mother. Some people didn’t get along with their folks. She’d never understood that. Didn’t parents always do their best?

Her own father sometimes made her crazy, but she knew every action was motivated by love. Her need to get away wasn’t about her father—at least not completely. There was also Allan, and her need to grow up and be independent.

“No, I’m okay,” Kevin was saying. “What? I’m in the hospital. I was shot.”

Haley couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder at him. He held the phone away from his ear and gave her an “aren’t parents a pain, even though we love them” look that made her feel as though she was part of the in crowd.

The momentary connection lightened her spirits. She’d never felt it with a man before. She’d thought that sort of thing only happened with girlfriends. It had certainly never happened with Allan, but a lot of things hadn’t happened with him.

“No, you don’t have to come get me,” Kevin said. “I’ll be fine. Yes, I’ll be home in a couple of days. You’re sure it’s not an emergency, Mom? Promise?”

He listened for a couple of minutes, then sighed. “Mom, you don’t have to worry. No, they don’t think I’ll have a limp, but I’ll have a scar and you know how chicks go for scars.”

Haley turned her attention back to the window and tried not to think about the scar on Kevin’s leg. Would she find it attractive? She was female, but she’d never thought of herself as a chick.

“Okay. I’ll keep you informed. I love you, too. Bye, Mom.”

She heard a high-pitched beep as he disconnected the call.

“How did she take it?” she asked, turning back to face him.

“Not bad, considering. She’s distracted. Apparently a family situation has come up in the past couple of days.”

“What does that mean?”

“Hell if I know. She says it’s not an emergency, but she also told me we have to talk. What is it about women and conversation?”

Haley was momentarily distracted by his easy use of the H-word. It took her a second to respond to his question.

“Men have conversations, too.”

“Maybe, but we never start them with the words ‘we have to talk.’” He shuddered. “Four of the most frightening words in the English language.”

She laughed. “Why?”

“Because they usually mean the guy has screwed up somewhere. He’s in big trouble and she’s about to tell him everything he’s going to have to do to make it right. Who wants to hear that?”

“I see your point,” she said, which reminded her of her own. She crossed to the bed.

“I don’t want to stay too long. I know you need your rest. But I did want to thank you for last night.”

He brushed aside her comment with a wave of his hand. “No big deal.”

“It was to me. You were very considerate and I appreciate that.” She clutched her purse tightly in both hands. “I’d never been drunk before.”

“No kidding.”

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I didn’t really mean for that to happen.”

“I don’t buy that for a second, Haley. You were ordering margaritas, so you meant for something to happen.”

“I guess you’re right.” She circled the bed and sank down into the chair. “Life is very confusing right now. I have a lot of decisions to make about my life. I thought the drive would give me time to think things through.”

“Long drives always work for me.” He smiled at her. “It’s only been a couple of days. Give yourself a break. You’ll get it figured out.”

His faith in her made her smile. “Thanks. What about you? What are you going to do?”

“First, take advantage of the very generous hospitality here. I’m off duty until I’m cleared by the doctor. It could be three or four weeks.”

“Will you go home?”

“As soon as I can.”

“Do you want me to take you to the airport?”

He shook his head, then winced and touched the bandage. “You don’t have to stick around for me. Besides, I’m not flying home.”

“Why not?”

He pointed to his bandaged ear. “Until the swelling goes down, I’m not allowed in the air. Something about pressure and elevation.”

She glanced at his injured leg. “So how will you get there?”

“Drive.”

“How?”

“I’ll wait until I’m well enough.”

Haley didn’t know that much about gunshot wounds, but she didn’t think they healed all that quickly. Not when the bullet had gone all the way through his leg.

A thought occurred to her. It wasn’t as if she had an appointment or anything. Driving was driving. So what if she got to California a few days late? She could offer to take him home.

She glanced at him, then away. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea. Kevin had been really nice and everything, but he obviously didn’t find her attractive. Would he want to spend that much time in her company? Still, she owed him. She should at least offer. It was the right thing to do.

What she refused to acknowledge, even to herself, was the sense that she didn’t want to say goodbye. There was something about being around him that made her feel good about herself.

“I’ve taken several first-aid classes,” she said cautiously. “We offer them at the church and in the past couple of years, I’ve been teaching them. So I have some basic first-aid knowledge.”

He watched her without speaking. Haley cleared her throat.

“My point is, I could probably change your bandage.”

“Thanks, but if I can’t do it myself, I’ll just make my way to the hospital.”

“I didn’t mean I would stay here. I was offering to drive you home.”

It seemed that he was still inviting trouble into his life, Kevin thought as Haley spoke. She detailed all the reasons it made sense for her to help him, concluding with, “I owe you for last night. For not, um, well, taking advantage of me.”