the time heâd detached the bush from the seat of his jeans and turned back to Elisa, she had her lower lip pulled between her teeth. One giggle escaped as he stood gaping at her, then another.
He rubbed his backside, and she laughed outright. The sound was like champagneâfull of sparkles and bubbles and potent enough to get a man drunk just listening to it.
Then the nine-oâclock bells called the faithful to service at St. Thomas, and the moment ended as unexpectedly as it had begun.
A new wall of guilt crashed down on Del. He felt as if God spoke to him through the bells. He had no right enjoying Elisaâs laugh, much less her touch or the way she looked in his old clothes. She was another manâs woman.
At least she had been.
Elisa cocked her head, listening to the deep, chiming melody with her fingertips pressed to her pursed lips. When the bells quieted she asked, her eyes hopeful, âThere is a church near here?â
He nodded, regret burning the back of his throat. âHalf mile down the road.â
âI would like to go.â
He angled his head in capitulation. âSure.â
He couldnât sit with her, couldnât risk being seen with her, but he could drop her off, circle around and sneak into a back pew where he could keep an eye on her.
It had been a long time since heâd bent a knee in prayer. Maybe it would do him good.
He had a lot to ask forgiveness for.
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âThis does not look like a bank,â Elisa said, twisting in her seat to peer at the four-story white granite building Del had pulled up to.
âIsnât.â
She frowned. âThen why have we stopped here?â Yesterday, after church, heâd taken her shopping and bought more than she neededâmore than she had ever ownedâto take with her when she left. At his insistence, she had picked out two summer shirts, matching shorts with soft elastic waists and a shift dress that would accommodate her expanding midsection for some time. To her surprise heâd added a bathrobe, a baggy sweatsuit, a pair of knit pants, two blouses and sneakers along with a wide assortment of toiletries and underwear.
Surely she couldnât need anything else.
He wiped his palm over his left thigh, a sign sheâd learned meant she wouldnât like what came next. âI made you a doctorâs appointment. Figured youâd want to make sure everythingâs all right with the baby before you took off.â
Her palm immediately covered her abdomen. Her face tensed. ââAllâ¦all rightâ?â
âRelax, itâs just routine. Sheâll check you out, maybe even let you listen to the little oneâs heartbeat.â
âYou donât think anything is wrong?â
âIâm sure itâs not. Youâre just a littleâ¦thin, is all. Sheâll probably give you some vitamins or something.â His smile was wide, bright, reassuring and totally false.
Thin? She tried to remember how many full mealsâmuch less healthy onesâshe had eaten before she took up with the ranger. Other than the mango and bananas that grew plentifully in San Ynez, fruits and vegetables were hard to come by, fresh meat almost nonexistent. Mostly she lived off dried beans and canned meat. Food that could be packed quickly and carried easily from camp to camp.
Inside the office building, Del spoke quietly to the nurse at the front desk. The womanâs hair was bleached white, and she wore pink scrubs with teddy bears floating in clouds and looked at Elisa sympathetically.
Elisa stared at her feet self-consciously. She sat in a chair in the waiting area and picked up a magazine. Seconds later she had forgotten about the nurse and was engrossed in an article titled The Healthy Pregnancy. The article was illustrated, and the womenâs swollen bodies fascinated her. Would she really look like that soon? For all her education, she was woefully ignorant about