Janice Johnson - Hide The Child

Worried when there was no response, she used a hand towel to dry Chloe’s cheeks, had her blow her nose with a wad of toilet paper, then briskly dried her and pulled the My Little Pony nightgown she’d found in the duffel over her head. “Okay, let’s brush your hair.”

She found no hair dryer in the drawers and thought about asking Gabe if he had one in his bathroom, but then realized how pointless that would be. All he’d have to do was rub a towel over his head. He probably didn’t even bother to comb his hair.

Well, it didn’t hurt anyone to go to bed with wet hair.

She’d give a lot to have a pile of picture books to read to Chloe to give her something else to think about before she snuggled down to sleep, but she had to find another way.

So she tucked Chloe in, refrained from commenting on the thumb in her mouth, and began singing softly, starting with a lullaby. She knew the words to a couple of country-western songs, a song from Phantom of the Opera , and ended up with Christmas carols. After the first verse of “Silent Night,” she saw that Chloe’s mouth had softened and her thumb had fallen out.

Trina clicked off the lamp and had turned to slip out when she saw the big man lounging in the doorway. When she got closer to him, she couldn’t miss the smile in his eyes.

So she couldn’t carry a tune. Chloe didn’t mind.

He murmured, “Grab your duffel if it has what we’ll need in it.”

What they’d need. Alarmed by her very sexual response to that low, faintly rumbly voice, Trina took a minute to understand. Ointment. Bandages. He wasn’t suggesting whatever she’d been thinking.

Trying to regain her dignity, she detoured to pick up the bag and followed him as he backed into the hall. “My room,” he said, just as quietly, and indicated an open door.

The idea of taking off her shirt and pulling down her pants for him had seemed mildly embarrassing when they first met. Now her whole body flushed at the idea.

Seeing his big bed—it had to be king-size—didn’t help. Faced with that bed, she was only vaguely aware of bare walls, wooden floors and a couple of pieces of plain furniture.

“This going to be messy? Maybe you should lie on a towel,” he suggested, more gravel in his voice than usual. When she stayed speechless, he went into his bathroom. By the time he’d reappeared, she had set out a big package of gauze and one of several tubes of ointment a nurse had picked up at the pharmacy for her.

Gabe pulled back the covers, exposing forest green flannel sheets, and spread a huge towel for her to lie on.

She stared at it, all too conscious of him standing less than a foot away. This was the first time since she’d woken up that she’d lost all awareness of the pain.

Feeling silly, she still asked, “Um...would you mind turning your back?”

Without a word, he swung away.

Trina squirmed to get out of her scrub top. She’d been feeling the discomfort of not wearing a bra, but even if she’d had one, it would be days before she could actually stand to wear it. All but throwing herself down on his bed, she mumbled, “I’m ready.” Except for baring her butt. Well, she’d let him start at her shoulders and work his way down.

His weight depressed the mattress when he sat down at her side. While he peeled off the gauze covering, she turned her head to stare at the far wall and tried to bite back groans.

He swore. “This has to hurt like hell.”

“It does,” she mumbled.

There was a long pause. She heard him take a deep breath...and then he touched her. Stroked her.

Chapter Four

Gabe glanced over his shoulder as he scratched the blood bay gelding’s poll. “This is Mack.”

Nickering, the horse had trotted over to the paddock fence the minute he saw people approaching. Gabe was hit by a pang of guilt at the thought that the gelding was lonely. Of course he was; horses are herd animals. “Not long until you’re back with your buddies,” he murmured in one flickering ear.

Carrying Chloe, Trina joined him at the fence. “As in Mack truck?”

He smiled a little. “Yeah. For a quarter horse, he’s a giant.”

Her sidelong, appraising glance was enough to stir his body in ways that could be embarrassing.

“Kind of fits you,” she murmured.

He pulled a cube of sugar from his pocket and held it out. Mack inhaled it, his soft lips barely brushing Gabe’s hand. “Put me up on some of the horses here on the ranch, my boots would be dragging on the ground.”

Trina’s laugh lit her face. Held on her hip, the kid jumped when Mack whiffled.

“Would you like to pet him?” Gabe asked. “Mack likes everyone.”

He wasn’t sure the horse had ever met a child, but he trusted the good-natured animal not to bite.

The little girl looked doubtful but finally, tentatively, held out a tiny hand. Mack blew on it, making her giggle, then bobbed his head.

Gabe showed her how to offer a sugar cube, wrapping her hand in his so she wasn’t in any danger of having a finger mistaken for a treat to be demolished by big yellow teeth. Another giggle, this one delighted, caused a strange sensation somewhere under his breastbone. It wasn’t only Trina who awakened unfamiliar feelings. He excused himself on the grounds that he was a natural protector. The little girl’s obvious vulnerability—and her surprising strength—spoke to him.

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