Stolen Miracles (4 page)

“How did it happen?” Rebecca stretched the seatbelt across her lap as he eased the car into drive.

“She had a congenital heart condition. That’s why we had trouble…” Cole shifted gears and merged into traffic. There was no need to share his and Leah’s difficulties having a child, and the reasons they’d adopted Kimmy instead. “We had no idea until her doctor stumbled upon it completely by accident. We thought things were under control, but we were wrong.”

“I’m so sorry, Cole.” Rebecca smoothed a wisp of hair from her forehead and caught her lower lip between her teeth before continuing. “What law firm do you work for?”

“Johnson and Murrell. Are you familiar with it?”

“Yes. I’ve been there.”

“Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Not at all.” She jabbed the radio dial for a different station until soft music whispered. She never had been a fan of the faster music he leaned toward. “I’m searching for my daughter. She was adopted without my consent.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s a long story—one you’d find hard to believe. I’m just wondering why I didn’t see you there.”

“I took some time off to stay home with Kimmy after Leah died. I’ve only been back to work a few months.”

“That explains things. I was there about five months ago.”

“Did you get the help you needed?”

“I’m still looking.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I hope you find your daughter. I can’t imagine life without Kimmy. It would be so…” His gaze drifted to her and the tight line of her jaw told him she was grappling with emotion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s OK. You’re right.” A shimmer of tears in her eyes made his gut clench while the hum of traffic did battle with a country tune drifting from the radio.

Cole pressed a hand to her shoulder, and the gesture reignited the wave of longing he’d once felt for her. He suddenly felt a strong desire to protect her—from what, he wasn’t sure. “If there’s anything I can do to help, you’d let me know, right?”

“Yes.” She lowered her gaze and reached for a tissue from the console.

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” She dabbed her eyes. “Thank you, Cole.”

****

Rebecca had always wondered what it might feel like to choose a birthday cake design for her daughter. Now, she knew. Cole gave her free reign in the bakery.

“Leah always took care of this.” He flipped absently through a design book mounted to the counter. “It’s a girl thing, and I don’t have a clue what Kimmy might like.”

“Well,” Rebecca eased in beside him. “Is she a princess kind of girl or a tomboy?”

“I’d say she’s a hybrid.”

“That’s one I haven’t heard before.” Rebecca laughed. “What does she like to do?”

“Draw pictures, make up plays—”

“Make up plays?”

“Yeah. For her dolls and Buttercup, our cat, to star in.”

“I see.” Rebecca gazed through the display glass, her belly yawning at the variety of sweet confections. Cole eased in beside her, and the way his shoulder brushed hers brought back memories of the laughter they’d once shared at the arena. It would be wrong to say he was her first crush. What she’d once felt for him had been so much more. But she’d never acted on it—nor had he. Now she wondered, why? “What else?”

“She likes books and puzzles and fruit snacks, too.” Cole scratched his chin. “And, she’s a chocolate fiend. Gotta hide the candy or she’ll have her hands on it.”

“Just like her dad.”

“Is that a dig?”

“If the candy bar fits…” Rebecca searched through her purse. “I think I have a pad of paper and a pencil stashed somewhere in here.”

“For what?”

“I’ve got an idea.”

Once she had the tools in hand, Rebecca began to sketch a rough drawing, shading it in as she went along. She glanced up from time to time to find Cole watching, his gaze fixed on her hands.

“Kimmy grips her pencil like that when she draws.” His expressive eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“Really?”

“Yes, but not when she prints letters. It’s the strangest thing. I’ve never seen anyone else hold a pencil that way.”

“No one in your family?”

“Never. Not that it would matter. Kimmy’s adopted.”

“Oh.” The admission startled Rebecca. For a moment sound buzzed in her ears and optic stars danced, turning the shop to a fuzzy blur. The paper slipped from her hands, and she scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor. She shook her head, clearing the stars, and gulped hard to clear the shock from her throat. “And you didn’t know her birth mother?”

“No. The adoption was closed. All I know is the woman was ill and couldn’t take care of Kimmy.”

“And you believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“The people who have my daughter were most likely told the same thing about me. At the time it was true—”

“I’m not following.”

“I was in a car accident, serious enough to take my husband’s life and put me in an extended coma. I have a scar…” She took his fingers and pressed them to her hairline. “The baby came in the midst of this. I had no other family and my mother-in-law had power of attorney. She was battling cancer, and she didn’t think I would emerge for the coma…” Rebecca waved her hand as the darkness crept back. “She did what she thought was best at the time. I don’t want to talk about it now.”

“OK.” Cole’s fingers wandered from the scar to slip down her cheek. He smoothed a thumb across her jaw, collecting a stray tear. He remembered a time, once before, when he’d consoled her. “Forget I asked. It’s OK. Are you better now?”

“Physically, yes. But, emotionally…” His touch opened a well of emotions Rebecca thought had run dry. Warmth swelled in her chest. “I will only be better when I finally find her again.

“I understand.”

Two small words that meant so much. The warmth spread to Rebecca’s belly and coursed up her spine. The nape of her neck tingled, and she was thankful for the wealth of hair that covered skin that was surely flaming. She cleared her throat and plastered on a smile, though her nerves were a mass of tangled circuits. “What do you think?” She turned the sketch pad so he could see her drawing. “How about something like this?”

“That’s amazing.” Cole leaned in for a better view. She caught a whiff of his aftershave—clean and spicy with a hint of evergreen. It set off a wave of longing that had her nerves humming. “It’s in the shape of a book with puzzle pieces scattered and…are those fruit snacks mounded in the corner, and a cat?”

“Yes.”

“It’s brilliant.” Cole’s smile warmed her and helped to knit her heart back together. “Kimmy will love it.”

“We can add her favorite colors.”

“Purple and pink.”

“And use real fruit snacks.”

His gaze held hers, and Rebecca wondered if he knew what she was feeling. The mischief in his tone told her his next words held double meaning. “That will work.”

She lifted a hand to her flaming cheek. “And you’ll have to describe Buttercup. I’m not sure what he looks like.”

“He’s a calico, with gray and tan markings and white splotches on all four paws.” Cole took the sketch, his hand brushing hers. Rebecca’s pulse skittered as he handed it to the clerk. “Can you make this?”

“We can make anything.”

“With all the colors and lots of chocolate?”

“Sure.” The clerk fetched an order pad, and as she raced back to them. Rebecca wondered if she’d felt the temperature rise in the room. “Just tell me exactly what you want and when you want it.”

5

“I’m home.” Cole tossed his suit jacket over the arm of the couch as he stepped into the living room. Cartoons raced across the TV screen. Kimmy’s favorite doll lay on the floor along with a flurry of scattered Legos and a partially completed puzzle. He navigated a path through the toys. “Where’s my little princess?”

“Daddy!” Kimmy scrambled through the doorway to greet him. “Oh, I missed you.”

“And I missed you, too.” Cole knelt to catch her as she rushed to his arms. Her cotton nightgown billowed and her hair, damp from a bath, was a shock of copper curls that proved impossible to tame. The sweet scent of strawberry shampoo filled his nose. “What have you been eating?”

“Aunt Patty let me help her make pudding.” Kimmy wiped a dab of congealed chocolate from her mouth with the back of her hand. “We saved some for you.”

“Sounds yummy. Thanks.” He planted a kiss on her forehead. “How was your day?”

“Good, Daddy. How was yours? Did you get all the bad guys?”

“Almost. Tomorrow I’ll get the rest.” He tapped her nose. “Where is Aunt Patty?”

“Cleaning the kitchen. I was helpin’ her wash the dishes.”

As if on cue, Patty came to the doorway. Her chestnut hair was pulled back with a silver butterfly clip and her T-shirt, stretched taut over the growing mound of her belly, was splattered with water. She wiped her hands on the thighs of her jeans. “Hi, there.”

“Hi yourself. Heard you’ve been cooking and washing dishes.” He grimaced. “Why aren’t you resting like the doctor ordered?”

She ignored his question with a shrug and tossed one of her own. “How was dinner?”

“Fine.”

“Just fine?” She propped a hand on her hip and slouched against the door frame, her caramel eyes fixed on him. “Spill some details.”

“What’s there to share?” He knelt to gather Legos into a bin. “Rebecca and I stopped by the deli and grabbed a quick sandwich.”

They’d spent half an hour reminiscing and Cole recalled, within the first five minutes, why he’d fallen so hard for her. She’d relinquished her phone number and address and agreed to dinner on Saturday. Cole was already looking forward to it.

“Sounds promising, especially from a guy who said he wasn’t ready to date.”

“It wasn’t a date.” Cole nudged the bin aside and finished putting the puzzle together. When he was done, a crowd of animals stared back at him.

“From the look on your face, I’d say different.”

“Your assumption would be wrong.” Yet his insides battled with that statement. Maybe his meal tonight with Becca wasn’t technically a date, but he’d be just fine if their next one headed in that direction.

“If you say so.” Patty came over to smooth Kimmy’s hair. She eased into the recliner and reached for the remote. The TV screen went dark, the room blissfully quiet. “How’d the appointment go?”

“What ‘pointment?” Kimmy’s sweet voice drew Cole back. She gathered her doll and waited beside him. “Where’ve you been, Daddy?”

“I went to register you for preschool.” He kissed her chocolate-smudged cheek once more. “You’re all set to start tomorrow. What do you think about that?”

She placed the doll on top of the Legos in the bin and covered it with a small cotton blanket. “The place we drove by yesterday…with the playground?”

“That’s right.” He took her by the hand and led her to the couch, where a stack of picture books waited to be read. “You’re going to like it there.”

“Were there toys inside?”

“Yes.”

“And books?”

“Of course.”

“Is the teacher nice?”

“I didn’t actually meet your teacher, but I met the director, and she’s very nice.” The thought of Becca warmed him once again. He reached into his pocket, felt the paper that held her cell number.

“Do you think she’ll like me?”

“Uh huh.”

Kimmy’s gaze shifted toward the doorway. “I’m going to miss Aunt Patty. She makes the most yummiest mac and cheese.”

“You’ll still see her, sweetie.” Cole patted his daughter’s head. Curls clung to the remnants of chocolate along her cheek and cascaded across her forehead, playing peek-a-boo with her eyes. He’d have to work harder to master the art of hair clips and braids. “And soon you’ll have two baby cousins to play with, as well.”

“Yeah.” Kimmy brightened. “Aunt Patty helped me practice writing all my letters, and she said there’ll be lots of kids to play with at my new school.”

“Sure there will be.” It was Patty’s nature to ease Kimmy’s mind—and his, as well. Cole captured his sister’s gaze and nodded his thanks.

“I also ordered your birthday cake.” Cole plopped onto the couch, loosening the top two buttons of his dress shirt. “It’s almost your special day, remember?”

“That’s silly, Daddy.” Kimmy giggled as she climbed into his lap. “‘Course I remember.”

“Have you been thinking of a wish?”

“You mean for my cake, when I blow out the candles?”

“Yes, for that.”

Kimmy nodded. “Uh huh.”

“And…”

“It’s a secret, Daddy.”

Buttercup skulked over and leapt onto the couch. He stretched and nuzzled his head against Kimmy’s chest.

“You know we’re not supposed to keep secrets, right?” Cole buried his fingers in the cat’s fur and scratched while Kimmy selected a picture book.

“I know, but this is diff’rent.”

“How so?”

“It’s a wish for you, Daddy.”

“For me?”

“Sure. I’m gonna give my wish to you.”

“Wow.” Cole struggled to keep the emotion from his voice. “That’s awfully special.”

“You’re special, too, Daddy.”

He took the book from her and turned to the first page as he added, “So, we’re going to celebrate your birthday like a king and his princess, right?”

“Right, Daddy. I’m your little princess.”

“Yes, you are.”

****

Cole padded to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. There was no point trying to sleep, so he might as well fill out Kimmy’s registration paperwork for Precious Miracles.

He’d procrastinated once again, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the effect of exhaustion that seemed to bite him like a venomous snake. Or, maybe it was Rebecca Gillespie, with her burnished hair and captivating eyes, who had something to do with his distraction.

Who was he kidding? Becca had everything to do with his distraction. Seeing her again was like a jumpstart to his system. He hadn’t realized how dormant he’d become—just how much autopilot had taken over the past year—until her laughter washed over him. Cole waited for the coffeemaker to stop sputtering and then filled a mug to the brim before slipping into a chair at the table. Moonlight spilled through French doors that led to an expansive deck, casting a glow over the sleepy kitchen.