Hometown Fireman Page 3

  “Can’t you just stay for a bit?” She pointed in the general direction of the guest room. “That poor girl has suffered a huge loss today, and I think she needs all the support she can get.” She tsked. “I can’t believe you’d even think about leaving right away, given that we’ve been through the same kind of thing.” Then she muttered under her breath, saying something that sounded like…I raised you better than that.

  He cringed inwardly. Yep, there was the guilt trip she was so good at doling out. Trouble was, it was working, and, as usual, Mom was right. What was an hour of his time in the scheme of things, anyway?

  Besides, he was starving, and her slow-cooker concoction sounded a whole lot better than the frozen something-or-other he’d throw in the microwave when he got home to his apartment on the other side of town.

  He sighed. “Fine, I’ll stay.”

  “I knew you’d see reason,” she said, patting his arm. “We’ll let her sleep for a little while and then eat.”

  “Is Dad coming to dinner?” he asked, just to push the matter.

  Mom snorted under her breath. “When was the last time he’s been home for dinner?” she asked with a decidedly bitter twist to her lips. “And now…well, now he has to make his own dinner. In the garage.” And then she turned on her heel and continued puttering. Loudly.

  Drew paused, his brain clicking forward. Come to think of it, Dad hadn’t been around home much prior to moving out to the garage apartment. In fact, he been working killer hours for six months or so….

  Drew continued to speculate about exactly what was going on with his parents, and if he’d ever figure out how to win an argument with the mule-headed woman standing before him.

  Probably not, he concluded, and resigned himself to a dinner with his mom and the pretty dog rescuer resting down the hall.

  *

  Though dinner was delicious, Ally had no appetite whatsoever. So she pushed her food around and took a few bites, trying to act as if she was eating; the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Grace’s feelings.

  Ally wasn’t surprised that she couldn’t eat; she’d had to call her foster sister, Sue, and tell her that her uncle’s house had burned down. Sue had been understandably shocked and upset, and Ally had promised to keep her posted with details about the fire and how it had started as they became available. Sue was going to contact her insurance company about a claim.

  Drew was noticeably quiet through the meal, and he focused mostly on eating. Ally definitely sensed some kind of tension between him and his mom, mostly coming from his end of the table. She also noticed that Mr. Sellers was absent. What was the story there? No one offered an explanation, and she didn’t ask; it was none of her business.

  As soon as everyone was finished, even though she felt exhaustion pulling at her, Ally excused herself to take the dogs out back to throw the ball for them. A tired dog was a happy dog, and she wanted them to be happy and content right now, given the upheaval they’d all suffered today. Some physical stimulation would be good medicine for them.

  The sun had set long ago, but the large fenced backyard was well lit. There was a wide expanse of grass just off the patio, perfect for throwing, running and fetching. She set herself up at one end and threw two tennis balls over and over for Rex and Sadie, finding a minuscule measure of distraction and, therefore, comfort, in the repetitive task.

  A strong breeze blew, rustling the large trees at the edges of the yard, and she could smell the scent of the ocean, though she couldn’t hear the crash of the waves on the shore a few blocks away.

  She lifted her face to the breeze, somehow hoping it could cleanse her of the anxiety and despair nipping at the edges of her mind. After a few moments, Ally let out a cynical laugh; she knew better than to think that she could so easily rid herself of worrying about her uncertain future. Really, though, when had she ever had a certain future? Funny how just when she’d thought she’d finally captured that elusive dream, it had been snatched away from her.

  All her dreams had gone up in smoke today. Literally. For what seemed like the hundredth time, tears rose and her throat burned. She kept throwing the tennis balls, forcing the tears back. She’d been dealing with crises since her parents had been killed in a car accident when she was eleven; she would not let this fire devastate her. She. Would. Not.

  Not surprisingly, poor pregnant Sadie soon collapsed at Ally’s feet, panting. Ally bent down and scratched her rounded belly. “Don’t worry, girl. I’ll figure all this out. You’ll have your babies somewhere warm and cozy, I promise.”

  Footsteps sounded on the patio. Ally turned and saw Drew coming out the back door. Putting on a brave face, she stood straight up, stiffening her neck, along with her upper lip. Better.

  “You okay out here?” he asked, his hands shoved in his pockets.

  Before she could reply, Rex ran up, snarling, his lip curled and teeth bared.

  Acting fast, she stepped in front of the dog and held up a hand. “Rex, no!”

  He fell back, his head down, a low, threatening growl still emanating from deep within him. She grabbed his leather collar to hold him still.

  To his credit, Drew stood his ground. “Man, he doesn’t like me.”

  She threw the ball to distract Rex, and he went after it. “I’m so sorry. He’s just trying to protect me. Maybe we’re going to have to work on some positive reinforcement.”

  Drew cocked his head. “As in I let him get close enough to bite me?”

  “Well, yes, but you’ll have a yummy treat that he wants more than he wants to bite you, and pretty soon he associates you with said yummy treat instead of perceiving you as a threat.”

  “I’m going to have to think about that,” Drew said, scratching his shadowed cheek. “I’m not sure there are enough yummy treats in the world to change his mind.”

  Rex came running back, and Ally again put herself between him and Drew. “Sit!” she commanded.

  Thankfully, Rex sat, letting the ball drop from his mouth.

  An idea occurred to Ally. She bent down and picked up the tennis ball, then held it out to Drew. “Why don’t you throw the ball for him, so he associates you with fun. All right?”

  Drew took the ball, doubt reflected on his face. “All right, whatever you say.”

  He threw the ball, hard, and Rex took off after it like a shot. The ball sailed to the farthest corner of the yard and landed in some bushes. Rex disappeared from view and nothing but the sound of him crashing through the underbrush echoed throughout the yard.

  “Good throw,” she said. Must be that well-muscled upper body of his. Not that she was noticing. “That ought to keep him distracted for a while.” And her, too.

  “Listen,” Drew said, shifting on his feet. He cleared his throat. “I just heard from the chief with…news.”

  Her stomach dropped like a lead weight. Clear to China. All she could do was nod.

  “And…I’m sorry to have to tell you that the house has been declared a total loss.”

  Numb despair moved in a cold tide through her. She sucked in a shaky breath then swallowed and tried to keep unwanted tears at bay as best she could.

  And just like that, there went her hopes for making it through this horrific day without losing it completely.

  *

  Drew saw Ally’s mouth tremble, and her eyes swam with moisture. He waited for the waterworks to start but, to his amazement, she didn’t let one of the swelling tears fall.

  He swiped a hand through his hair. “I wish I had better news.” The last thing he’d wanted to do was come out here and tell her this.

  “Me, too,” she said in a scratchy voice.

  Rex ran up and dropped the ball at her feet, and she picked it up and threw the toy again. She watched Rex bolt across the yard as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do now.” She blinked fast several times, shaking her head. Still, no tears. She closed her eyes briefly, then straightened her shoulders. “But I’ll
figure it out. I always do.”

  Maybe he was reading things wrong, but it seemed as if she were used to handling things on her own. Had she had a choice about being self-reliant in the past?

  Admiration for her strength spread through him, along with a healthy dose of curiosity. What had happened to make her so resigned to dealing with things by herself? In another time and place he would have encouraged her to look to God for help, yet lately he hadn’t even been doing that.

  He kept himself from putting an arm around her while he told her everything would be okay. The idea of pulling her close tantalized him, setting his composure on a crooked angle that kept him off balance and slightly uneasy.

  Sadie must have sensed Ally’s distress; she came over and sat at Ally’s feet, looked up and whined. Ally gave Sadie a quivery smile, crouched and buried her face in the fluffy toffee-colored fur on Sadie’s head. Ally sniffed and turned away.

  Empathy welled up inside him, fast and strong. He shifted from foot to foot and looked at the ground for a second. “Uh, I’m sorry it turned out this way.” That certainly sounded lame, considering what had happened, but he’d never been good at offering comfort; it just didn’t come easily to him.

  “Not your fault,” she said into fur, her voice scratchy. “You’re just the messenger.”

  He nodded and kept quiet.

  Rex came triumphantly bounding back with the ball in his mouth, ran in a circle and then dropped the toy about ten feet from where Drew stood by Ally and Sadie. After a moment, Rex sat and barked once, as if to say, Throw it, you dummy!

  Automatically, Drew responded to the order and moved forward a few steps, his hand out. Rex swiftly stood, flattened his ears and bared his teeth, growling, his hackles raised.

  Drew fell back, instinctively snatching his hand in, realizing too late that Rex had been barking at Ally to throw the ball, not Drew. “Okay, boy. Guess we’re not friends yet.”

  Ally rose. “Rex! No—”

  “It’s okay,” Drew said. “He needs some space.” And he understood that, better than he wanted to, actually. He’d been trying to get space from his dad all his life, and knew well how irritating it was to have someone trying to close up that space by forcing his wants and needs on the other person.

  “He’ll come around,” Ally said as she picked up the ball and threw it again. Rex took off. “Just give him time.”

  Time? Drew laughed under his breath. Yeah, right. His dad had proven that time didn’t heal all wounds.

  “What’s so funny?” Ally shot back, her brow deeply furrowed.

  “Oh, nothing.” He didn’t want to unload on her about his problems with Dad, not when she already had so much on her plate.

  “No, really.” She pointedly glared at him, her eyes turning as hard as emeralds. “What joke did I miss?”

  Rex came back with the ball in his mouth, but instead of dropping it, he lay down instead, panting around the ball, then placed it on the ground between his front paws, obviously played out for now.

  Ally went on, her tone rising. “I mean, I just found out my home is a total loss.” Her eyes snapped. “Tell me, what could possibly be funny about that?”

  Contrition zapped through him. “Nothing, trust me,” he said, trying, belatedly, to set her mind at ease. “It’s just that…” He trailed off. The last thing he wanted to do was burden her.

  “Just that what?” she prompted sharply.

  He let out a heavy breath. Guess he was going to have to level with her. “What you said made me think that sometimes time can’t fix problems.”

  She stared at him without speaking.

  Her silence prompted him to go on. “My dad and I have had a…difference of opinion for a long time, and it’s only gotten worse with time, not better.”

  “About what?” she said, her voice softening just a bit.

  “What I want to do with my life,” he said, surprised that he was willing to open up. Guess he needed a shoulder, though why he wanted that shoulder to belong to Ally was beyond him. “Moonlight Cove’s fire department is volunteer only, except for the chief, so I want to move away to where I can be a full-time, paid firefighter, and eventually train to become a paramedic.”

  Her eyebrows drifted skyward. “Go on.”

  “And, well, my dad’s had years to adjust to what I want to do with my life, and he’s still in a snit about my plans.”

  She frowned. “Why is he so against it?”

  “Well, at first it was just because it meant I wouldn’t be around to take over the family real estate business.” Dad had been adamant that Drew come back to Moonlight Cove after college, and Drew had agreed, figuring he might come to love the business in time. “Then my sister’s fiancé was killed while working on a hotshot fire crew a couple of years ago.”

  “Oh, that had to be rough.”

  “It was, of course. But ever since then, Dad has refused to accept that this is what I want to do, and he’s making no secret of his feelings, either.” He rubbed his jaw. “It doesn’t help that he moved into the apartment above the garage a couple of weeks ago and he and Mom haven’t spoken since.”

  Ally’s eyes went round. “Ah. Okay.” She paused, nibbling on her bottom lip. “It sounds like he’s just worried about you.”

  “I know that’s part of it. But I’m an adult, with my own life to live. I need him to relax a bit.”

  “Have you asked for God’s help with this?”

  He blinked, surprised that she’d brought up the very thing he’d thought about recently. “No.” God hadn’t helped Jake and Beth, and their lives had exploded. Would He even be there for Drew?

  “Well, maybe you should. I always feel better when He’s on my team. How’s your mom dealing?”

  “That’s the thing.” He shook his head. “She seems to be just fine.” He realized how strange that comment sounded. “Not that I don’t want her to be fine. It’s just that I would expect her to be a bit more upset by their rift, you know? I mean, their marriage seems to be on the rocks….”

  “I got what you meant.” Ally nibbled her bottom lip. “Do you think that maybe she’s just acting fine to cover up how she really feels?”

  Drew thought back to their recent conversations. All had involved Mom cutting him off with a lot of distracting mumbo jumbo and then skillfully changing the subject. “You might have a point,” he said. “It does all seem kind of premeditated.”

  “Well, it’s just a thought, but seems like a definite possibility. It’s always easier to cover up than open up.”

  He peered at her. “Sounds like you talk from experience.”

  Ally paused, her eyes unblinking. Then she pushed her mouth into a tight, fake little smile that didn’t reach her eyes, or anywhere else on her face for that matter.

  “Um…yeah.” She picked up Rex’s tennis ball. “C’mon, guys. Enough playing. Time for bed.” She regarded Drew, a composed mask slipping into place over her pretty features, as if someone had told her to look indifferent and she was giving it a go. “Good night.”

  He simply nodded, stunned silent at how quickly she’d shut down their conversation. Her words about covering up versus opening up echoed through his mind, raising his curiosity.

  With the dogs following in her wake, she headed into the house, leaving Drew standing there alone with the cool spring breeze ruffling his hair, wondering again what her story was.

  And why he cared about what made Ally tick.

  Chapter Three

  “Hello, Jan.” Unexpectedly, Mom’s cheery voice rang out from the reception area just outside Drew’s office.

  His eyebrows raised, he looked up from the Sullivans’ offer paperwork displayed on the computer in front of him. What was his mom doing here? She hadn’t set foot in the office since Dad had moved out.

  Jan, the receptionist at Sellers Real Estate for the past twenty years, replied, “Hi, Grace.”

  “How is that new granddaughter of yours?” Mom asked.

  “Oh,
she’s just a little doll,” Jan replied.

  “I’m sure.” Mom sighed. “I’d like some grandbabies one of these days. Of course, I love Heidi to death, but I’m really looking forward to having a newborn in my arms.”

  “You think Phoebe and Carson will have a baby right after they get married?” Drew’s sister, Phoebe, was seriously dating Carson Winters, the sheriff of Moonlight Cove. Heidi was Carson’s thirteen-year-old daughter, so she was technically a step-granddaughter-to-be. She and Mom had bonded right away and spent a lot of time together scrapbooking, his mom’s favorite pastime.

  “They’re not even engaged yet,” Mom said.

  “Well, yeah,” Jan replied. “But rumor has it Carson’s been ring shopping.”

  Drew smiled, glad Phoebe was happy and on the path to love after suffering such a devastating loss.

  “You might be right,” Mom said. “But I haven’t heard anything definitive yet.” A pause. “Is Drew in?”

  “Yup. He’s been working on paperwork all morning,” Jan replied. “Go on back.”

  Drew set his mouse aside and swiveled his chair toward the entrance to his office, waiting. This ought to be interesting.

  Sure enough, Mom appeared at the open door. “Good morning,” she trilled. She was dressed in a stylish pair of jeans and a camel-colored raincoat. Her hair was windblown, which was typical for anyone who went outside in Moonlight Cove.

  “Hey, Mom.” His eyes snagged on the manila envelope in her hand. “What brings you here?”

  “Bank paperwork,” she said, holding up the envelope. “Your dad needs to sign.”

  “He’s not here right now,” Drew said. “He’s showing a house.” He eyed the envelope but didn’t reach for it or offer to hand it off to Dad. Maybe if they saw each other in person, they’d talk, and maybe that would lead to their working things out. It was a long shot, but Drew would never give up hope that his parents would eventually make up.

  Mom held the envelope out. “Would you please give this to him, then?”

  Drew stared at her but still didn’t take the envelope.