Free A Very Special Delivery by Linda Goodnight

cabinets, she made her way toward the hall
connecting the kitchen with the back of the house. The fat bandage of towels and
masking tape made the cut throb more. Wavy lines, whether from fumes or
dizziness, appeared before her eyes.
    At the doorway, she paused, turning to find Ethan, hands on his
thighs, watching her every move.
    “I’m sorry,” she said.
    “For what?”
    “Because I’m so much trouble.”
    His familiar grin replaced the worried frown. “I’ll say you
are. First, you try to knock me off the roof, and now you go out and cut
yourself just so you can force me out into the cold. I’m starting to wonder if
you’re trying to get rid of me.”
    Well, he was certainly right about that.
    But he was also completely wrong.

Chapter Six
    T ired as he was, Ethan’s energy resurged as
he eased the van over the frozen earth and right up to Molly’s front porch. He’d
done it. Armed with a shovel and two bags of kitty litter, courtesy of Molly’s
cat, he’d dug and pushed and levered until the truck spun its way up out of the
ditch. Even in the bitter breeze, he’d grown warm from exertion. Thankfully, the
ice had done the same, melting enough from the heat of the tires to set the van
free.
    All the time he’d worked he had also prayed, thinking of Molly
and the vicious laceration she’d sustained. Although he’d tried to downplay the
seriousness so she wouldn’t worry, the wound needed to be seen by a doctor
today. It was deep, down to the fascia, and he’d been afraid to probe too deeply
for stray glass and the severed blood vessels. Without equipment, there was
little he could do about either.
    In her condition, he hadn’t wanted to burden her with Laney,
but again he’d had little choice. His baby needed formula and Molly needed a
doctor. Providing both was his responsibility.
    He hoped they’d done all right.
    Rapping softly on the front door as a warning, he let himself
inside the farmhouse and breathed in the welcome warmth. He liked this house and
everything in it, including the owner. Seeing her hurt bothered him a lot.
    Right away he spotted his girls in the big blue easy chair.
Neither stirred, and with a tired grin, he saw that they both slept.
    He paused, recognizing the danger in thinking of Molly as his
in any way. Since that day on the roof when he’d fought back the urge to kiss
her, he had been forced to recognize a growing affection for his hostess. With
his past, he had no right to think of her at all, but he couldn’t help it. She
occupied his thoughts constantly.
    Perhaps it was the situation, being iced in together as though
they were the only living beings around. He owed her so much. Maybe his feelings
were nothing except gratitude. Since thinking that was the safer road, he took
it.
    Stepping around in front of the chair, he gazed down at the
sleeping pair. Even though her eyes were closed, Molly cradled his daughter
securely against her, protectively, almost lovingly.
    They looked for all the world like mother and child.
    Sadness pinched at him. Thanks to his and Twila’s foolish
mistakes, Laney would never know this kind of nurturing from a mother. He would
be the one to rock and sing to her and to comfort her when the bumps of life
came along. He hoped he was enough.
    His heart ached with love for the little girl who had changed
his life. He would do anything to make up to her for all she wouldn’t have.
    His gaze drifted to Molly and the bandaged leg. She’d kept the
foot up as he’d instructed, but upon closer inspection he saw signs that, while
the bleeding had slowed, it had not ceased. All the more reason to stop
ruminating and get her into town.
    “Molly,” he said softly.
    Her body jerked and her eyes flew open. She sat bolt upright,
Laney gripped against her body.
    “Oh, no! I fell asleep.”
    Her lip quivered and her hands shook in what Ethan thought was
a gross overreaction. He took the now-squirming baby from her trembling
arms.
    “Is she all right?”