Fortune's Heart

Rachel nodded. “My father avoids doctors at nearly all cost.”

“I think Colton wonders if you might be more successful with your father than he has been,” Stacey said, hoping she’d managed to distract Rachel from her questions. “I need to get Piper home to change and feed her, so I need to head out to my car.”

Rachel tagged along. “Well, just so you know, I’m all for this. Colton is a great guy, and you’re the best friend I could ever have. He would be lucky to get you, and in a way, maybe you would be lucky to get him, too. Especially after Joe,” she said.

“I don’t want my relationship with Colton to have anything to do with Joe,” Stacey said as she buckled the baby into her car seat. “I want to leave that behind.”

“Kinda hard to do when Joe is Piper’s father,” Rachel said.

“He’s been invisible for over a year. I need to move on,” she said.

Rachel met her gaze and nodded. “Good for you. But when it comes to my brother, you need to know something,” she said and lowered her voice. “He’s slow at making the moves, so you may have to help him along.”

Stacey bit her lip to keep from laughing at Rachel’s warning. She couldn’t help thinking of the scorching lovemaking she’d experienced with Colton. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she managed.

“Good,” Rachel said. “I’ll call you soon. Maybe I could babysit for you sometime.”

“You may have a hard time squeezing me in with your student teaching,” Stacey said.

“Maybe,” Rachel conceded and gave Stacey a hug. “But I have three reasons to try to make that happen.”

“Three?” Stacey said, hugging her in return.

“My brother, you and me. Wouldn’t it be cool if you were both my best friend and sister-in-law?”

The possibility gave Stacey a jolt. “Oh, Rachel, don’t go there. These are very early days.”

“Well, it’s not as if you haven’t known each other forever.”

“Yes, but I haven’t always had a baby. I’m not at all sure Colton is ready to be a father to a child that isn’t really his.”

“He might need a little persuading, but I think it could be done.” Rachel shivered. “It’s too cold for me out here. I’ll call you.”

Stacey watched Rachel race to her car and tried to unhear the words she’d just heard, but it was like trying to unring a bell. What if she and Colton got married? Was it even a possibility? Her heart squeezed tight with a myriad of emotions. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She shouldn’t even think about it.

* * *

The next day, Colton went into town to get some equipment to repair some fences and overheard a couple of workers talking about something happening at the bar.

“So, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Live music at the Two Moon Saloon on Tuesday,” the worker said.

“Really? I can’t remember the last time there was live music at the bar,” Colton mused.

“And I hear there might be dancing,” the worker said. “I’m taking my girlfriend.”

“Hmm,” Colton said. He wondered if Stacey would be able to go on such short notice. On the way home, he called and left a message about the live music and continued on with his chores.

Stacey must have returned his call while he was out fixing a fence. Her mom would keep Piper. She sounded excited. He hoped that whoever was performing didn’t bomb. The smile he heard in Stacey’s voice did strange things to his gut. He felt a little lighter, a little less burdened as he pulled into the driveway to his house. His conversation with his father had kept him awake for an extra hour last night, but Colton knew he wanted to spend time with Stacey and she felt the same way about him. He knew his mother and father shouldn’t be involved in this decision, and if they intervened again, he would have to speak his piece.

Colton stomped up the steps to the house with the winter wind whistling through his coat. He was dog-tired and all he wanted was a home-cooked meal. If that wasn’t available, he would heat some canned soup and make a sandwich.

“Hiya,” Rachel called as he passed the den. She appeared to be doing lesson plans or grading papers.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“I wish I’d earned my first degree in education. This is so time-consuming,” she said.

“I’m not sure it changes much, sis,” he said. “I never hear teachers talking about how much extra time they have.”

“True, I guess,” she said. “But I like it, so maybe I won’t notice the time.”

He nodded. “I’m gonna get whatever is available in the kitchen.”

“Wait,” she said, scrambling to her feet. “I talked to Stacey at church yesterday,” she said.

“Great,” he said and moved toward the kitchen.

“I also talked to her today. Amazing what I can learn about my brother from his girlfriend,” she said, following him.

He shot her a quelling glance.

“What I mean is I didn’t realize how bad Dad’s back is. Stacey said you’ve offered to take him to Vicker’s Corners to see a doctor, but he won’t do it,” she said.

“That’s right,” he said, opening the fridge and hoping to find something wonderful. He spotted a small bowl of leftover beef stew and snatched it up.

“She also said that you thought Dad would be more likely to go with me to Vicker’s Corners to see a doctor.”

“Right again,” he said. He put the stew in the microwave, then pulled some sliced ham, cheese and bread out of the fridge and went to the counter. “The trouble is you’d have to trick him.”

Rachel frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You would need to make an appointment with him and find some other reason for him to go. You’d take him to lunch, then take him to a doctor’s appointment and beg for forgiveness afterward. He would forgive you within twenty-four hours, less if he got some relief from his back pain.”

Rachel’s frown deepened. “That sounds like a lot of trickery,” she said.

“As if you haven’t done the same ten times over for less honorable reasons,” he returned as he slapped the meat and cheese on the bread and slathered it with Dijon mustard.

“I wish Dad would be more reasonable about medical treatment,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You and me both,” he said, when the microwave beeped. He grabbed his bowl of stew and sandwich. He would worry about water later.

Rachel poured a glass of ice water and sat down at the kitchen table. She put the glass at the place opposite from her. “Well, sit down,” she said, waving her hand. “We have to figure out exactly when and how I’ll do this trickery.”

“Dad is a sucker for his little girl. Just invite him to go to lunch with you, then take him to a doctor afterward,” Colton said.

“Stacey and I didn’t just talk about Dad,” Rachel said.