Victoria Bylin - Of Men And Angels

Lacquered chairs lined the wall, and the scent of lemon verbena made his skin feel sticky. A man in his early thirties with short sandy hair, spectacles and squeaky shoes came out of the back room. He smiled with recognition at Alex and shook William’s hand.

“Good morning, Mr. Merritt. It looks like you found your daughter.”

“Yes, I did, Doc.” William hooked his thumbs in his waistband.” “Alex, this is Dr. Richard Winters. He came to Grand Junction about a years ago. And Doc, this is my daughter, Alexandra.”

Winters flashed a smile. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Merritt.”

“We found a few others, too,” William continued. “This is Mr. Jake Malone, the man who saved my daughter’s life, and the little fellow is Charlie. The stage went down a day away from here. Check the baby first. Alex won’t rest until we know he’s okay.”

After acknowledging Jake with a curt nod, the doctor put on a toothy smile for Alex. Indicating the exam room, he said, “Miss Merritt? After you.”

Jake watched as she hurried through the door, holding the baby tight against her breast. For propriety’s sake, Winters left the door open, and Jake saw her bend slightly at the waist as she laid the baby on a high, narrow table.

Charlie whimpered like a kitten while the doctor washed his hands, but the wail turned to a howl as Winters poked and prodded. Jake was ready to jab the man in the ribs and ask how he liked being manhandled when Winters handed the baby to Alex.

“He’s hungry, but he seems to be in good shape. I’ve got milk in the kitchen.”

“I’m sure he’s starving,” Alex said, jiggling the baby to soothe him. She hummed to the child, and a few minutes later the doctor came back with a nursing bottle. Charlie must have smelled the milk, because his shriek got louder and he kicked Alex with all his might. His heel caught her bad arm and she winced.

Jake nearly shot out of his chair, but the doctor was already taking the baby from her.

“I’ve got him,” Winters said.

Slipping the nipple into Charlie’s mouth, he carried him to the waiting room. The silence was as welcome as rain in July.

“Now which of you gentlemen will take care of this little guy while I tend to Miss Merritt?” the doctor asked.

“Give him to the young fella,” William said with a pained expression. “I don’t think my heart can take it.”

Jake knew he was being set up, but for once he didn’t mind. “Fine by me,” he answered.

As Winters handed him the baby, the nipple popped out of Charlie’s mouth. Another shriek shook the room, but Jake slipped the tip back in place. The wailing stopped instantly as the baby’s mouth overflowed with warm milk. It dripped over Jake’s dirt-stained fingers, through the dark hairs on his wrist, and down to his pants where it made a wet circle on his thigh.

Propping his ankle on his knee, he nestled Charlie in his arms and settled in the chair. His shoulders relaxed inside the black duster. “This isn’t so tough,” he said.

Charlie looked at him as if he were heaven-sent. Jake clicked his tongue as the baby suckled, and with a stupid grin on his face, he looked up and saw Alex watching them from inside the exam room. A mother’s love, and something more, filled the space between them.

“Your turn,” said Winters, touching her arm. She looked away as the doctor guided her to a chair with a wide armrest.

The door stayed open, and the doctor’s chitchat drifted into the waiting area as he numbed her arm with ice. “This incision is placed perfectly,” he said casually. “Your young man did a fine job.”

Her face knotted with confusion. “Oh, you mean Jake. He’s not my young man.”

For some reason, the truth hurt just a little.

Winters nodded, but it was as plain as day he’d found out what he wanted to know. Jake’s stomach tightened. He didn’t want to listen, but he heard every word that passed between them. The doctor was flirting shamelessly now, and Alex was too naive to know it. The memory of being shoved on his butt was still fresh, and he figured she wouldn’t know a man was interested unless he sent her a telegram.

Winters took a final stitch and snipped the thread with a pair of scissors. “That finishes it,” he said.

Alex stood up and gave the doctor a deliberate smile.

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be as good as new in no time.”

“I hope so, but perhaps I should visit you in a few days.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Really, I don’t mind.”

“Thank you, but no,” she said, just a little too sweetly.

Jake stifled a smile. She was giving Winters the royal brush-off and he didn’t know it. Even Jake hadn’t seen it coming.

“I really should check your arm,” the doctor insisted. “I’m sure that knife wasn’t sterile, and an infection could set in. That cut could be as dangerous as the bite.”

Like hell it was. Jake didn’t like being called stupid. He’d done what he had to do, and he couldn’t let the slight pass. “Look, Doc—”

Alex cut him off. “Thank you for your concern, Doctor. But you weren’t there. I have no doubt that Mr. Malone did right thing.”

“Not medically.”

“Nonetheless, he saved my life, and I’m grateful.”

William’s deep voice broke the tension. “The man thought fast and took action. That took guts.”

An unfamiliar warmth filled Jake’s belly, and in spite of the effort it took to balance the baby and the bottle, he rose to his full height. He had a good six inches on the doctor, and somehow it didn’t seem the least bit ridiculous to hold a baby and glare at the same time.

Winters stared back. “It looks like someone got the better of you in a fight. Let me know if your eyes give you any trouble.”

Jake’s jaw twitched. It would be a cold day in hell before he’d ask this man for anything.

The doctor jammed his hands in the pockets of his pressed trousers and smiled at Alex. “I’ll be in touch.”

She nodded politely, but Jake saw the frayed edges of her smile. She lifted Charlie out of his arms without a word, thanked the doctor again and opened the door before anyone could do it for her.

The three of them left the office in a line, with William bringing up the rear as if he were herding sheep. When the boardwalk widened, he went to his daughter’s side, leaving Jake to follow a few paces behind them.

It gave him a perfect view of father and daughter. At first glance they looked nothing alike. In spite of being a mess, Alex’s hair had a healthy shine, while the old man’s white head made him look worn out. They both jabbered like blue jays, but her chattering never stopped, while William panted for breath now and then.

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