“I’ve been looking for a new apartment,” Savannah admitted. “But I’m sure that I’ll find something in the next few days.”
Dr. Yardley’s pen tapped the clipboard. “Isn’t there a family member you can stay with until the baby is born?”
“I don’t have any family.” One of the reasons she’d been so quick to fall for Rob’s charm.
“All right, then. How about a friend?” the physician persisted.
Even as Savannah was shaking her head, an image of Carter Wallace’s face flashed through her mind.
No. Way.
She didn’t want to accept his help. Carter had been stunned when she’d told him that Rob had left her. Savannah hadn’t really expected him to believe her word over Rob’s—but still, it had hurt. Why, she wasn’t sure.
She wasn’t sure why Carter had offered her a place to stay on his sister’s ranch near Grasslands, either. The sergeant had been Rob’s friend. She, on the other hand, was simply an obligation. One he had probably been relieved to cross off his list. There was no way she was going to show up on his doorstep like an orphan puppy in search of a home.
She’d viewed Rob as a knight in shining armor, swooping in to rescue her, and look where she was now. A single mother on the verge of being homeless.
God, I know that I’m not alone. I know that You’re with me. Show me what I’m supposed to do.
“I know things are difficult right now, but you have to do what’s best for you and the baby,” Dr. Yardley was saying. “If I could, I’d write you a prescription for a change of scenery. I think that’s what you need more than anything right now.”
A change of scenery can give you a change in perspective.
The words chased through her mind, stirring the memory of someone else who had said the same thing.
Savannah didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Because even though she’d just asked God to show her what to do, she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that Carter Wallace just might be the answer to her prayer.
* * *
“Earth to Carter. Come in, Carter.”
Maddie’s teasing voice yanked Carter back to the present.
“Sorry.” He cocked his head to one side. “Reception is still a little fuzzy between earth and The Twilight Zone.”
Laughter rippled through the dining room and once again, Carter had to adjust to the sound. To the faces of the people gathered around the long plank table. Gray and Jack. Violet and Maddie. Identical but...not.
“What’s The Twilight Zone?” Eight-year-old Darcy Garland’s lively, brown-eyed gaze bounced back and forth between the adults.
“It’s not real,” Ty Garland, the little girl’s father, explained. Carter saw him wink at Maddie across the table.
Yeah. That was another thing. His siblings hadn’t only found each other, they’d found, in Maddie’s words, “their soul mates.” Carter was still trying to wrap his brain around that, too.
“That’s what you think,” Jack Colby muttered. “You don’t have to get used to a guy walking around with your face.”
“Wearing a shirt and tie,” Violet added, her eyes dancing with mischief.
“She’s right.” Jack flashed a wicked grin in Gray’s direction. “When you start working for the Grasslands Police department in January, Sheriff Cole will have you trading in those fancy city duds for a pair of Levis and Tony Lamas in no time.”
Their easy banter ricocheted around the table and Carter felt a stab of envy. Violet and Jack Colby had gone out of their way to make him feel welcome since his arrival, but Carter still felt as if his life had become a jigsaw puzzle in which the pieces no longer fit together.
But at least he had family. More than he was comfortable with, at the moment.
Carter’s gaze drifted to the window. Again.
Almost a week had gone by since he’d left the city and he still couldn’t stop thinking about Savannah.
He lay awake at night, scrolling through past conversations with his friend. Searching for scraps of information that verified what Savannah had told him. Rob had talked about her constantly...but had he ever talked to her? Sent an email or letter? Received one?
That’s what Carter couldn’t remember.
Lupita Ramirez, the ranch cook and housekeeper, bustled into the dining room. She rapped a wooden spoon against the palm of her hand to get everyone’s attention.
“Who has room for chocolate cake?”
A collective groan followed the question.
“No one—” Jack started to say.
“But we’ll take some anyway,” Maddie and Violet sang out. At the same time. And then they laughed. In unison.
“Weird,” Ty Garland muttered.
Carter had to agree.
“I’m going to have to start working out more.” Gray sighed when the housekeeper left the dining room. “Lupita makes enough food to feed the entire county.”
“That reminds me, Pastor Jeb wants the church to host a special harvest dinner the weekend before Thanksgiving,” Violet said. “He’s been calling around, asking members of the congregation to volunteer to help, but he wants to invite the whole community.”
Unbidden, an image of Savannah’s face swept into Carter’s mind. Again. The flash of anger in those expressive green eyes when he’d asked about the baby. The vulnerable curve of her lower lip.
Did she have plans for Thanksgiving? Or would she be alone?
Carter shifted in the chair. In his mind’s eye, he could see her standing by the door, arms wrapped protectively around her middle. Proud. Scared.
She made it pretty clear that she isn’t your concern, he reminded himself.
But that didn’t stop him from wondering how she was doing. Had she found an apartment yet? He hated to think of her staying in a hotel with a baby on the way, even for a few days.
Carter had made Rob two promises before his friend had died. He’d promised that he would always have Rob’s back and he’d promised that he would make sure Savannah was okay. So far, he hadn’t kept either one of them.
“I’ll see if I can’t round up a few of the boys from the teen center to help with setup or something,” Landon Derringer was saying. “They’re always complaining they don’t have anything to do.”
“Round up?” Violet grinned at her fiancé’s choice of words. “You’re starting to think like a cowboy already, sweetheart.”
Gray shook his head in mock sorrow. “Another victim.”
Across the table, Derringer smiled at Violet, confirmation that he’d been a willing one.