Diamond Bay (Page 14)
Toward dawn he groaned again and tried to turn onto his side. Guessing that his muscles were aching from lying in one position for so long, Rachel helped him to roll onto his right side, then took advantage of the new position and sponged his back with cold water. He quieted almost immediately, his breathing becoming deep and even. Her eyes burning and her muscles sore, Rachel continued to rub his back until she was convinced that he was at last resting, then crept into bed herself. She was so tired…. She stared at his muscled back, wondering if she dared go to sleep and how she could possibly stay awake a moment longer. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and she immediately fell asleep, instinct moving her closer to his warm back.
It was still early when she awoke; the clock told her that she had slept a little over two hours. He was lying on his back again, and had kicked the cover into a twisted heap around his left leg. Disturbed that his movements hadn’t awakened her, Rachel got out of bed and went around to straighten the sheet and pull it back over him, trying not to jar his left leg. Her gaze drifted over his naked body and hastily she jerked her eyes away, flushing again. What on earth was wrong with her? She knew what naked men looked like, and it wasn’t even as if this were the first time she’d seen him. She had been nursing him for almost two days now; she’d bathed him and helped sew him up. Still, she couldn’t stop the warm feeling that swelled inside every time she looked at him. It’s just lust, she told herself firmly. Plain, old-fashioned lust. I’m a normal woman, and he’s a good-looking man. It’s normal to admire his body, so I’ve got to stop acting like a giggly teenager!
She pulled the sheet up to his chest, then coaxed him into taking more aspirin. Why hadn’t he awoken by now? Was the concussion more severe than Honey had thought? Yet his condition didn’t seem to be getting worse, and in fact he was a little more responsive than he had been; it was easier to get him to take the aspirin and liquids now, but she wanted him to open his eyes, to talk to her. Until then she couldn’t be assured that she hadn’t harmed him by making the decision to keep him hidden.
Hidden from whom? her subconscious jeered. No one had been looking for him. The jitters she had been suffering from seemed foolish on this bright, cloudless morning.
While he was quiet she fed the animals and worked in the garden, gathering the green beans and the few tomatoes that had ripened overnight. There were a few yellow squash ready to be picked, and she decided to make a squash casserole for dinner. She weeded the garden and around the shrubs, and by that time the heat had become stifling. Even the usual breeze from the Gulf was missing, and the air lay hot and heavy. She thought longingly of a swim, but didn’t dare leave her patient unattended for that long.
When she checked on him again she found the sheet once again kicked down, and he was moving a little, his head turning fretfully. It wasn’t time for more aspirin, but he was hot; she got a bowl of cold water and sat on the bed beside him, slowly sponging him with the cold water until he was cool and resting again. When she eased off the bed she glanced down at him and wondered if she would be wasting her time to cover him up. It was simply too hot for him, as feverish as he was, even though she’d left the air conditioning on and the house felt cool to her. Carefully she untangled the sheet from around his feet, her touch light and fleeting; then she paused and her hands returned to his feet. He had nice feet, lean and tanned, masculine and well tended, like his hands. He also had the same tough calluses on the outside ridges of his feet that he had on his hands. He was a trained warrior.
Tears burned her eyes as she pulled the sheet up to his waist and left it there, deciding to compromise. She had no reason to cry; he’d chosen his life and wouldn’t appreciate her sympathy. The people who lived on the edge of danger did so because that was what they wanted; she had lived there herself, and she knew that she had freely chosen to accept the perils that came her way. B.B. had accepted the
danger of his job, counting it as the price to be paid for something he thought was worth doing. What neither of them had counted on was that it would be her job that would cost him his life.
By the time Honey came that night Rachel had long since controlled herself, and a fragrant squash casserole greeted Honey’s nose when she came in the door. "Umm, that smells good," she breathed. "How’s our patient?"
Rachel shook her head. "Not much change. He’s moving around a little, fretting, when the fever gets high, but he hasn’t woken up yet."
She had just twitched the sheet up over him again a few moments before, so he was covered when Honey went in to check on him. "He’s doing good," Honey murmured after looking at his wounds and checking his eyes. "Let him sleep. It’s just what he needs."
"It’s been so long," Rachel murmured.
"He went through a lot. The body has a way of taking over and getting what it needs."
It didn’t take much to get Honey to stay for dinner. The casserole, fresh peas and sliced tomatoes did a lot of convincing by themselves. "This is a lot better than the hamburger I’d planned on," Honey said, waving her fork for emphasis. "I think our boy is out of danger, so I wasn’t going to come by tomorrow, but if you’re cooking again I can always change my mind."
It felt good to laugh, after the tension of the past two days. Rachel’s eyes sparkled. "This is the first meal I’ve cooked since it got so hot. I’ve been living on fruit and cereal and salad, anything to keep from turning on the stove. But since I’ve been running the air conditioning to keep him comfortable, tonight cooking didn’t seem so bad."
After they’d cleaned the kitchen Honey checked her watch. "It’s not too late. I think I’ll stop by Rafferty’s and check on one of his mares that’s due to foal. It may save a trip back out as soon as I get home. Thanks for feeding me."