Неизвестно - Megans mate

• Название: Megans mate
• Автор: Неизвестно
• Жанр: Прочая старинная литература

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Hold on a minute while I

phone Suzanna, let her know what's going on.

Feed the bird, will you?

Nathaniel drifted between pain and numbness until Holt returned.

How'd you know to come by?

Your dog.

Holt started the car and eased it as gently as possible out of the drive.

He played Lassie.

No fooling?

Impressed, Nathaniel made the effort to reach back and pat Dog on the head.

Some dog, huh?

It's all in the bloodlines.

Nathaniel roused himself enough to probe his face with cautious fingers.

Where are

we going?

Whereelse?

Holt headed for The Towers.

Coco squealed at the sight of him, pressing both hands to her cheeks, as Nathaniel hobbled into the family kitchen with one arm slung over Holt's supporting shoulders.

Oh, you poor

darling!

What happened? Was there an accident?

Ran into something.

Nathaniel dropped heavily into a chair.

Coco, I'll trade you

everything I own, plus my immortal soul, for a bag of i.e.

Goodness.

Brushing Holt away, she took Nathaniel's battered face in her hands. In addition to bruises and scrapes, there was a jagged cut under one eye. The other was bloodshot and swelling badly. It didn't take her longer than a moment to see that the something he'd run into was fists.

Don't you worry, sweetheart, we'll take care of you. Holt, run up to my room.

There's a bottle of painkillers in the medicine chest, from when I had that nasty root canal.

Bless you,

Nathaniel managed. He closed his eyes, listening to her bustling around the kitchen. Moments later he hissed and jerked when a cool cloth dabbed the cut under his eye.

There, there, dear,

she cooed.

I know it hurts, but we have to get it clean so there's no infection. I'm going to put a little peroxide on it now, so you just be brave.

He smiled, but found that did nothing to help his torn lip.

I love you, Coco.

I love you, too, sweetie.

Let's elope. Tonight.

Her answer was to lay her lips gently on his brow.

You shouldn't fight, Nathaniel. It

doesn't solve anything.

I know.

Breathless from the run, Megan burst into the kitchen.

Holt saidOh, God.

She

streaked to Nathaniel's side, grabbed his sore hand so tightly he had to bite down to suppress a yelp. There was blood drying on his face, and there were bruises blooming.

How bad are you hurt? You should be in the hospital.

I've had worse.

Holt said two men came after you.

Two?

Coco's hand paused. 'Two men attacked you?

All the softness fled from

her eyes, hardening them to tough blue steel.

Why, that's reprehensible. Someone

should teach them how to fight fair.

Despite his lip, Nathaniel grinned.

Thanks, beautiful, but I already did.

I hope you knocked their heads together.

After a huffing breath, Coco went back

to work on his face.

Megan, dear, fix Nate an ice bag for his eye. It's going to swell.

Megan obeyed, torn into dozens of pieces, by the damage to his face, by the fact that he hadn't even looked at her.

Here.

She laid the cool bag against his eye while Coco cleaned his torn knuckles.

I can hold it. Thanks.

He took it from her, let the ice numb the pain.

There's antiseptic in the left-hand cupboard, second shelf, Coco said.

Megan, feeling weepy, turned to get it.

The door opened again, this time letting in a crowd. Nathaniel's initial discomfort with the audience turned to reluctant amusement as the Calhouns fired questions and indignation. Plans for revenge were plotted and discarded while Nathaniel suffered the sting of iodine.

Give the boy air!

Colleen commanded, parting her angry grandnieces and nephews like a queen moving through her court. She eyed Nathaniel.

Banged, you up pretty

good, did they?

Yes, ma'am.

Her eyes were shrewd.

Dumont,

she murmured, so that only he could hear.

Nathaniel winced.

Right the first time.

She glanced at Coco.

You seem to be in able hands, here. I have a call to make.

She smiled thinly. It helped to have connections, she thought as she tapped out of the room with her cane. And through them she would see that Baxter Dumont knew he had put a noose around his own neck, and that one false move would mean his career would come to an abrupt and unpleasant stop.

Nobody trifled with Colleen Calhoun's family.

Nathaniel watched Colleen go, then took the pill Coco held out to him and gulped it

down. The movement sent fresh pain radiating up his side.

Let's get that shirt off.

Trying to sound cheerful, Coco attacked the torn T-shirt with kitchen shears.

The angry mutters died away as Nathaniel's bruised torso was exposed.

Oh.

Tears stung Coco's eyes.

Oh, baby.

Don't pamper the boy.

Dutch came in holding two bottles. Witch hazel and whiskey. One look at Nathaniel had him gritting his teeth together so hard they ached, but he kept his voice careless.

He ain't no baby. Take a shot of this, Captain.

He's just taken a pill,

Coco began.

Take a shot,

Dutch repeated.

Nathaniel winced once as the whiskey stung his lip. But it took the e.g. off a great many other aches.

Thanks.

Look at ya.

Dutch snorted and dumped the witch hazel onto a cloth.

Let 'em

pound all over you, like some city boy with sponges where his fists should be.

There were two of them,

Nathaniel muttered.

So?

Dutch gently swabbed the bruises.

You getting so outa shape you can't take two?

I kicked their butts.

Experimentally Nathaniel probed a tooth with his tongue. It hurt, but at least it wasn't loose.

Better had,

Dutch returned, with a flash of pride.

Tried to rob you, did they?

Nathaniel's gaze flashed to Megan.

No.

Ribs're bruised.

Ignoring Nathaniel's curse, Dutch prodded and poked until he was satisfied.

Not cracked though.

He crouched, peered into Nathaniel's eyes.

D'ya pass out?

Maybe.

It was almost as bad as another thumping to admit it.

For a minute.

Vision blurred?

No, Doc. Not now.

Don't get smart. How many?

He held up two thick fingers.

Eighty-seven.

Nathaniel would have reached for the whiskey again, but Coco shoved it aside.

He's not drinking any more on top of the pill I gave him.

Women think they know every damn thing.

But Dutch sent her a look, reassuring

her that their charge would be all right.

Bed's what you need now. A hot soak and cool sheets. Want I should cany you?

Hell, no.

That was one humiliation he could do without. He took Coco's hand, kissed it.

Thanks, darling. I'd do it all again if I knew you'd be my nurse.

He

looked back at Holt.

I could use a ride home.

Nonsense.

Coco disposed of that i.e. instantly.

You'll stay here, where we can

look after you. You may very well have a concussion, so we'll take shifts waking you up through the night to be sure you don't slip into a coma.

Wives' tales,

Dutch grunted, but nodded at her behind Nathaniel's back.

I'll turn down the bed in the rose guest room, Amanda stated.

C.C., why don't

you run our hero a nice hot bath? Lilah, bring that ice along.

He didn't have the energy to fight the lot of them, so he sat back as Lilah walked over and touched her lips gently to his.

Come on, tough guy.

Sloan moved over to help him to his feet.

Two of them, huh? Puny guys?

Bigger than you, pal.

He was floating just a little as he hobbled up the stairs between Sloan and Max.

Let's get those pants off,

Lilah said, when they'd eased him down to sit on the side of the bed.

He still had the wit to arch a brow at her.

You never said that when it counted. No offense,

he added to Max.

None taken.

With a chuckle, Max bent down to pull off Nathaniel's shoes. He knew what it was to be nursed back to health by the Calhoun women, and he figured that once Nathaniel got past the worst of the pain, he'd realize he'd landed in heaven.

Need some help getting in the tub?

I can handle it, thanks.

Give a call if you run into trouble.

Sloan held the door open, waiting until the room cleared.

And, when you're more up to it, I'd like the whole story.

Alone, Nathaniel managed to ease himself into the hot water. The first flash of agony passed, transforming gradually into something closer to comfort. By the time he'd climbed out again, the worst seemed to be over.

Until he looked in the mirror.

There was a bandage under his left eye, another on his temple. His right eye looked like a rotting tomato. That left the bruises, the swollen lip, the nasty scrape on his jaw. All in all, he thought, he looked like hell.

With a towel slung around his waist, he stepped back into the bedroom, just as Megan came in the hallway door.

I'm sorry.

She pressed her lips together to keep herself from saying all manner of foolish things.

Amanda thought you might want another pillow, some more towels.

Thanks.

He made it to the bed and lay back with a sigh of relief.

Grateful for something practical to do, she hurried to the bed, plumped and arranged pillows for him, smoothed the sheets.

Is there anything I can get you? More i.e.

Some soup?

No, this is fine.

Please, I want to help. I need to help.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and she laid a hand to his cheek.

They hurt you. I'm so sorry they hurt you.

Just bruises.

Damn it, don't be so stupid not when I'm looking right at you, not when I can see what they did.

She pulled back on the need to rage and looked helplessly into his eyes.

I know you're angry with me, but can't you let me do something?

Maybe you'd better sit down.

When she did, he took her hand in his. He needed the contact every bit as much as she did.

You've been crying.

A little.

She looked down at his damaged knuckles.

I felt so helpless downstairs,

seeing you like this. You let Coco tend you, and you wouldn't even look at me.

Drenched with emotion, her eyes came back to his.

I don't want to lose you,

Nathaniel. It's only that I've just found you, and I don't want to make another mistake.

It always comes back to him, doesn't it?

No, no. It comes back to me.

What he did to you,

Nathaniel corrected grimly.

All right, yes.

She brought his hand to her cheek.

Please, don't walk away from

me. I don't have all the answers yet, but I know when Holt said you'd been hurt my heart just stopped. I've never been so frightened. You mean so much to me, Nathaniel. Let me just take care of you until you're better.

Well.

He was softening, and he reached out to stroke her hair.

Maybe Dumont

did me a favor this time.

What do you mean?

He shook his head. Maybe his brain was a little addled by the drug and the pain. He hadn't meant to tell her, at least not yet. But he thought she had the right to know.

The two guys that jumped me tonight. Dumont hired them.

Every ounce of color faded from her cheeks.

What are you saying? You're saying

that Baxter paid them to attack you? To Rough me up, that's all. I'd say he was sore about me tossing him in the water and was looking for some payback.

He shifted, winced.

He'd have been smarter to put

his money on a couple of pros. These two were real amateurs.

Baxter

did this.

Megan's vision hazed. She shut her eyes until she was sure it had cleared again.

My fault.

Like hell. None of it's been yours, not from the start. He did what he did to you, Suzanna, the kids. Chickenhearted bastard couldn't even fight for himself. Hey.

He

tugged on her hair.

I won, remember. He didn't get what he'd paid for.

Do you think that matters?

It does to me. If you want to do something for me, Megan, really want to do something for me, you'll push him right out of your head.

He's Kevin's father,

she whispered.

It makes me sick to think it.

He's nothing. Lie down here with me, will you?

Because she could see that he was fighting off the drug, she did as he asked. Gently she shifted his head so that it rested on her breast.

Sleep for a while,

she murmured.

We won't think of it now. We won't think of anything.

He sighed, let himself drift.

I love you, Megan.

I know.

She stroked his hair and lay wakeful while he slept.

Neither of them saw the little boy with shattered eyes and pale cheeks in the open doorway.

Nathaniel woke to the rhythm of his own pain. There was a bass drum in his head, pounding low in the skull, with a few more enthusiastic riffs at the left temple. It was more of a snare along his ribs, a solid rat-a-tat that promised to remain steady and persistent. His shoulder sang along in a droning hum.

Experimentally, he sat up. Stiff as a week-old corpse, he thought in disgust. With slow, awkward movements, he eased out of the bed. Except for the pounding in his head, it was clear. Maybe too clear, he thought with a wince as he limped into the shower. His one pleasure was that he knew his two unexpected visitors would be suffering more than he was at the moment.

Even the soft needles of spray brought a bright bloom of pain to the worst of his bruises. Teeth clenched, he waited out the pain until it mellowed to discomfort.

He'd live.

Naked and dripping, he stepped out of the shower, then filled the basin with icy water. Taking one bracing breath, he lowered his face into it until the shocking cold brought on a blessed numbness.

Steadier, he went back into the bedroom, where fresh clothes had been left folded on a chair. With a great deal of swearing, he managed to dress. He was thinking of coffee, aspirin and a full plate when the door creaked open.

You shouldn't be up.

Coco, a tray balanced in both hands, clucked her tongue.

Now get that shirt off and get back into bed.

Darling, I've been waiting all my life to hear you say that.

You must be feeling a little better,

Coco said, and laughed, then set the tray on the bedside table and fluffed at her hair. It occurred to Nathaniel as he followed the familiar gesture that her hair hadn't changed color in a couple weeks, maybe more.