'Tis the Season: A Collection of Mimi's Christmas Books (30 page)

“I thought you’d never ask. Really, Marcus. You’ve been brooding all evening. What has you so distracted?”

“You first, then I’ll tell you my story.”

“Isn’t this lovely, sharing our… Stop glaring at me. I’m getting to it. I had a wonderful day. That little man is a dynamo, albeit in slow motion. He has a large flock, and so many depend on him and Abbie. It all made my head swim. I imagine as the time passes I’ll learn about all of their problems, and how best to help them, but for now I have to question him about everything. And he’s ever so helpful,” she added, after she looked into her son’s face.

Without thought, he’d stiffened and his jaw clenched. She continued, delight in her expression. “Your protective instinct has always delighted me, Marcus. But in this case, it’s unnecessary. The man’s a sweetheart and is treating me like royalty. He’s extremely worried about the work Abbie does with the Sisters at Holly Mount. The children miss her dreadfully, and some of the little ones have been pining so much they’re becoming quite sickly. I spent a few hours going around and trying to comfort them, but all they ask for is their Abbie.”

“Oh, Marcus. My heart is breaking. I need to get home.”

“We’ll go to the hospital right now, sweetheart. Stop sniffling. I promise we’ll find a way around this mess. Stop now. I promise.”

“What have I said? Marcus, are you in pain? Your look is scaring me. Is it something to do with what you were fretting about earlier?”

“No, dear. It’s something else altogether. I’ve just remembered. I need to go out for a short while.” He backed carefully away from the tottering table full of empty dishes, folded his napkin, and placed it beside his plate.

“There’s a wicked storm out there again. Don’t tell me you’ll be driving in this weather. At least wait until a snowplough has passed by. Please, Marcus.”

“No, I won’t drive. It’s a short walk to where I’m going. I won’t be long, so don’t worry.”

He strode out of the room and appeared in the foyer a short while later wrapped in a huge black overcoat and the thick woollen scarf she’d given him for Christmas while he was still a lad in college. Leather gloves sticking out of his pocket, a flashlight in one hand, and tall rubber boots in the other, he stepped to the porch and readied himself to face the storm.

Once through the door, he struggled with the cutting wind as it blew biting flakes into his face. Each house he pushed past had holiday lights either in its windows or shining from a Christmas tree placed strategically to be seen from the outside. He felt his spirits lift as Abbie enjoyed the signs of the coming festival. But once he cut through between buildings, the darkness swallowed him up, leaving only his footprints in the deepening snow.

At the hospital, the young intern he’d talked with the day before unexpectedly intercepted Marcus in front of the nurse’s station, and they walked together to Abbie’s room.

“The specialist spent the whole afternoon studying Miss Taylor’s case, redoing many of the same tests we’d already tried. He’s as flummoxed as we are.” The doctor’s bafflement was obvious by the tone in his voice and the disheartenment in his eyes. “She’s resting comfortably. In fact, she hasn’t moved at all. It’s like she’s Sleeping Beauty under a spell.”

“That’s certainly not the news I’d hoped for. By the way, the name of Dr. Andrews has come up in a few conversations lately. Do you know anything about this chap?”

“He’s very well respected in his field, but he isn’t a practising medical man. He’s a psychiatrist, actually. Means he works with people who suffer from mind problems—”

“I know what psychiatry means. What I’m asking is, have you heard anything against his treatments, for instance?”

The doctor stood quietly, his face like an open book while pages of thoughts flipped over and over. Finally he answered, “Actually, I’ve never worked with him personally, but I do know that many of the nurses hold him in high regard. So, too, do some of the younger doctors who are not quite so—shall we say—set in their ways. His office is at his home, but he has full access to the hospital’s facilities.”

“Thank you for your candour. I appreciate it.” Marcus held out his hand.

“Not at all.” The doctor accepted the handshake, opened the door to Abbie’s room, and stood back to let Marcus enter. “Psychosomatic disorders have been known to produce some very unusual symptoms, Mr. Chapman. Personally, I think discussing Abbie with Dr. Andrews is a very good idea.” Before Marcus could reply, the door had closed.

Acute worry flooded throughout his system as he moved closer to her bed.

“Abbie? You’ve been very quiet. It’s beginning to concern me.”

“You heard the doctor. Either I have bats in my belfry, or they have no idea what’s happened to me. I could spend the rest of my life lying like a lump in that blasted bed while you have to put up with me as your unwanted guest.”

“Heaven forbid!”

His teasing tone made her shore up the crumbling dam and sniff instead of bawling like a scared baby.
“How can you joke? I have a life. The children need me, the Sisters must be frantic, and I want to go home.”
That did it. Her wail turned into a gusher.

He sat in the chair nearest her, reached for her hand, and lowered his head so no one could see the wetness streaming down his face. Finally, he mopped up the mess and warned,
“That is the one and only time I will allow you the use of my body for such a disgusting display of self-pity. Now take a deep breath and stop this nonsense. We’ll get to the bottom of this mystery. I promised, didn’t I? And you know my word is good.”

“I’m ever so sorry, Marcus. From now on, I’ll cry inside.”

“So that’s why I feel all achy and sad from time to time. You’ve been hiding from me and suffering. Stop it at once!”

She smiled, and with a catch to her voice, she said, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, tomorrow, we will call Mrs. Dorn to make us an appointment with Dr. Andrews for the day he returns to town. We will then drive Mrs. Pearson for her visit at the home, and if you wish, I suppose on the way to my office—whenever we can fit that in,” he added dryly, “we can make a detour to Holly Mount so you can see for yourself that no one is indispensable. As much as they all might miss you, both the children and the Sisters will recover and move on.”

“You sure know how to cheer up a girl, Marcus. I’m surprised you’re not married.”
He caught the mockery and grinned.

“Just lucky, I guess.”

“Seriously. Why have you never married?”

“I really don’t know. I’ve had many women friends. I’m not a complete moron with the opposite sex, you know.”

“I never for one moment thought you were. So why?”

“My goodness, you’re like a puppy with a juicy bone. Because I’ve never met a woman I couldn’t live without. When I was a boy, my father worshiped my mother. They had a brilliant marriage. Before my father died, he gave me one piece of advice. He told me, ‘Don’t marry anyone unless you know that life without her wouldn’t be worth living.’ Until I find someone who makes me feel that way, I’ll carry on as I have in the past—alone.”

“Aren’t you ever lonely? I mean, don’t you ever yearn to meet that perfect someone?”

“No.”
He felt a trickle of strange vibrations begin to grow throughout his chest and then drop into his stomach. Trying to decipher them was almost impossible, so he made an educated guess.
“But I have a feeling you do.”

“I used to, every day. But since I’ve been lodged inside you, I must say those thoughts have been the furthest thing from my mind. I guess I have bigger worries than when I’ll be meeting my Prince Charming. Thank you for your honesty, Marcus, and for being such a kind and caring landlord. I do believe I will say good-bye for now. I have a great deal of thinking to do in private.”

Marcus sat by her for some time and tried not to let her inner sensations of worry, sadness, and uncertainty bother him overmuch. His gaze roamed her still features, and before he knew it, his palm cradled her cheek.

How lovely she is
,
he thought, knowing that for the moment his feelings were his alone. Small, yes, but full of compassion and gentleness, and loved by so many. I can’t let her down. I have no idea how I’ll manage to accomplish this miracle, but I’ve promised, and somehow it’ll be done. After all, living with this woman inside me won’t be near as much fun as living with her beside me.

If heaven existed, and no doubt his father resided there, the old man would be smiling. For Marcus knew he had found her—the one he couldn’t live without.

As he stood up and prepared to leave, he experienced a kind of ecstasy sweeping throughout his system that was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

It caught him so unexpectedly, his knees weakened, and he had to lean against the bed so as not to topple over.

Once the sensation settled into every pore of his body, it simmered and glowed. There wasn’t a drug in the world that could produce this euphoria.

Except for Abbie, his personal stimulator.

Chapter Nine

She loved him! All this time, waiting around for her Prince Charming, Abbie had been so certain that, when he arrived, she’d at least recognize the man. Turns out, she’d had to live inside him before knowing positively that he was the one. And what good did it do her? Locked inside his body, no touching or kissing… Maybe it wasn’t love but wishful thinking on her part.

After all, a normal day for her was filled with people she adored. Little ones she showered with hugs and kisses. Even with the adults, she shared lots of affection. Now everything was different. What if she felt this way because Marcus had become her only outlet—someone to fancy?

That said, she poked away at the theory and knew it didn’t fit. He wasn’t particularly soft-hearted, and he wasn’t at all needy, two prerequisites that would have caught her attention in the past. This man, used to being in control, expected to have his way in most things. Not an easy choice for a husband. But he was a person who would never let the woman in his life down in any way. He’d be the type to hold sacred the old adage “till death do us part.”

She let herself imagine being invited into his world, a daughter to his splendid mother and a co-parent for their future children. Somehow, she could even consider living in that old mausoleum, especially if he’d let her bring the sunshine in and modernize the space. What fun! How could life get any better?

Sighing deeply, she shut down her fantasies. Time to get serious. Think about the future and what it held. She’d met Dr. Andrews, many times, but Marcus hadn’t thought to ask for her opinions on his abilities. Not that they differed from those of the intern.

People talked, and she’d heard about how very kind he was to his patients. She’d also heard rumours that he had a passion for supernatural phenomena, which might be just the answer to their problem. Nothing else had worked, so why not see if he could help them.

In fact, one of her friends, Dani Howard, who was recently married and moved to Chicago, was his niece. Dani’s pride in her eccentric uncle had showed clearly whenever she talked about him—about his intelligence, and about how many people he’d helped.

Tomorrow, Abbie determined, couldn’t come fast enough. The sooner they talked to the specialist, the sooner they might be separated. Once she left Marcus’ body she would employ all her feminine wiles and somehow find a way into his heart.

****

“Marcus, wasn’t it thrilling that Mrs. Pearson got on so well with those ladies who met her in the lobby? Funny, how things happen sometimes, isn’t it? If they hadn’t been passing through just as we arrived, and introduced themselves as members of the residents’ book club, she might have lost interest in the place without giving it a fair chance.”

“It was a lucky break.”
He hummed as he drove along.

She knew, instantly, something didn’t quite fit.
“Why, you sly fox. You arranged for them to be waiting, didn’t you? You must have phoned ahead when you kept me locked out. I wondered why you wouldn’t open up.”

“I’ve always found that to leave this sort of thing to chance might be risky, so…I gave luck a little nudge.”

“You dear man! She’ll be in that comfy little room by Christmas. Strange how it came available just now, and at the price she could afford. Her teacher’s pension should cover the costs. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that coincidence, would you?”
She stopped talking and filtered through his reactions. Bingo! She caught his cover-up. “Why, you big-hearted fraud, you did.”

“It was their storage section—wasted, if you ask me. I might have donated a prefab shed to be delivered and set up behind their porch. It’ll be perfect for keeping their supplies, which in turn has freed up the space inside the main building. Now it’s emptied, that area is big enough for two accessible rooms to be a residential option. Made perfect sense.”

“No wonder the director greeted you personally. You’d already discussed these arrangements and told her to keep the information to herself, didn’t you.”

“It did seem senseless to take poor Mrs. Pearson there only to be told there would be no room for her. So, it all worked out for the best. Now, I have some other news for you, which I hope will bring back your infernal giggles.”