The Doctor She Always Dreamed Of Page 4

  “This is the first girl you’ve brought home since high school. It’s a big deal.”

  Kira Peniglatt was hardly a girl. She was a full grown, much too appealing woman. “She’s just a friend,” he lied. Hopefully she could remain civil through breakfast and until they left. He’d have to figure out a way to break it to his mom and dad that he wouldn’t be staying through Sunday as planned.

  Derrick eyed the offerings on the table. Fresh croissants and Danish. Butter and a jar of Mom’s homemade raspberry preserves. A fruit bowl filled with fresh peaches, plums and bananas. Dad set a casserole dish on a trivet in the center of the table. It contained scrambled eggs and bacon he’d taken from the oven where apparently he’d been keeping it hot. “Pop. You went all out. When did you have time—?”

  “I asked Mrs. Holmes to run out to the store for me this morning,” Dad said. Their neighbor of more than forty years was also Mom’s best friend. “If your mama could, she would have done it. But she can’t.” Dad turned away to put the oven mitts on the counter and grab a serving spoon.

  The sadness in his dad’s voice squeezed Derrick’s heart. His first instinct was to say something like, “She’ll be back to shopping on her own in no time.” But it was too early in her recovery to know that for sure. Derrick didn’t want to give his dad false hope.

  “Well hello, there,” Dad said, surprisingly cheerful all of a sudden.

  “Good morning, Mr. Limone,” Derrick heard Kira say.

  He stiffened. Things this morning had gone much better than he’d hoped. But how would she act toward his father? Would she keep her identity and how she’d wound up here secret?

  “Thank you so much for having me on such short notice,” she said, her pleasant almost friendly tone a surprise.

  He relaxed then turned in his chair. She’d changed into skin tight leggings that stopped at her knees and a clingy pale pink tank top with straps too skinny to cover those from her purple bra. When she saw him looking she shrugged as if to say, “It’s all I had with me. Deal with it.” From the heterosexual male point of view she looked fantastic. Plus now he wouldn’t have to explain why she didn’t have a change of clothes with her. A win-win.

  She’d washed off the mascara that’d smudged around her eyes in the night, so pretty, even without makeup. Her hair was set in a loose braid draped over her right shoulder. She looked so much softer and more approachable than her ultra-serious professional business portrait on the website. Who was the real Kira?

  “Come,” Dad said, motioning to the table with a spatula. “Sit down and eat before it gets cold.”

  “Wow.” Kira took the chair across from him. “This looks delicious.”

  “I was hoping you weren’t one of those ‘just coffee for breakfast’ types.” Dad sat down between them. “Dig in.” He handed the spatula to Kira. “Don’t be shy.”

  Derrick watched as she served herself a small helping of eggs and one strip of bacon, wondering if she was one of those ‘just coffee for breakfast’ types. Speaking of which. “Can I pour you a cup of coffee? From the pot both my dad and I are drinking out of?” He added that last part because it was obvious she didn’t trust him. Really, why should she?

  “I’d love a cup.” She offered him a sweet albeit fake smile. “With a splash of milk from the same container you and your father are using,” she added, giving it right back to him. He kind of liked that.

  “Well, I gotta hand it to you, boy,” Dad said. “Whatever you said to that evil Peniglatt woman at the insurance company, really worked.”

  Derrick swung around and cautioned, “Dad. Kira doesn’t want to hear about your problems with the insurance company.”

  The topic of discussion, who sat ramrod straight at the moment, placed her napkin in her lap somewhat stiffly. “On the contrary,” she said, looking straight at him in challenge. “I’d like to hear whatever your dad has to say.”

  Why had he traveled down to the city yesterday? Why had he brought Kira home with him? Why? Why? Why? Derrick hurried back to the table, determined to change the subject.

  “My wife, Daisy, had a stroke, you see,” Dad said as he loaded his plate with eggs and bacon.

  “How is Mom doing this morning,” Derrick asked. “Last I checked she was sleeping.”

  “I walked her to the bathroom earlier.” Dad looked at Kira. “She’s weak and gets real tired real easy. So she went back to sleep after. Which reminds me.” He turned his head to Derrick. “We’re getting a shipment of medical equipment this morning. So eat up quick. We may have to move some furniture around.”

  “Medical equipment?” Derrick asked Kira.

  But Dad answered. “Like I was saying, after you let that insurance company witch have it, she got right on the ball and sent out a new nurse from a different agency to visit your mama late yesterday afternoon. A real good one. Stayed for over an hour.”

  Derrick looked at Kira.

  “You must have given it to her but good,” she said, staring straight at Derrick as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “It’s him being a doctor,” Dad said around a mouthful of eggs. “Them insurance company types stand up and listen when a doctor starts talking.”

  “That must have been it.” Kira shifted in her seat, reaching for her glass to take a sip of orange juice. “She couldn’t possibly have investigated the situation, identified a problem and fixed it.” She leaned in Derrick’s direction. “You’re a hero.” Her words dripped with sarcasm...which apparently his dad missed.

  “Yes he is,” Dad said proudly. “Took on that heartless beast and won.”

  Derrick wanted to crawl under the table and become one with the floorboards.

  If a stare could actually burn a hole in someone’s head, Derrick would have one right between the eyes, courtesy of Miss Kira Peniglatt.

  “Dad—” Derrick started, prepared to explain everything.

  “Don’t you ‘Dad’ me.” Dad turned to Kira. “He is a hero. He saves lives. Lots of ’em. He’s a good man who knows how to treat a woman right. Taught him how myself, I did.” Dad actually puffed out his chest. Then he pointed at Kira with his fork. “He’s a good catch. Any woman would be lucky to have him.”

  “So lucky,” Kira repeated with a smirk.

  Derrick lost his appetite. “Stop it, Dad. I don’t need a matchmaker.” All he needed was to survive this morning without Dad finding out Kira’s true identity, tolerate her long enough to get her home safely, and then get back to his normal, uneventful life, where he was in control of things...at least where he used to be in control of things.

  When someone knocked on the door, Derrick jumped up to answer, happy beyond belief to escape the breakfast table.

  The next two hours flew by in a whirl of activity as two deliverymen from the durable medical equipment company showed up. Kira took control, ordering around four grown men with the effectiveness of a five star general. No one dared question her.

  The woman was a sight to behold, in her element, knowledgeable, efficient and concise. Damn he needed someone like her in his office someone to take charge and get things running smoothly.

  “She’s really something,” Dad said, blotting his brow with his ever present cotton handkerchief.

  “Yes she is.” Derrick watched her take on a man who outweighed her by at least two hundred pounds, refusing to accept a wheelchair because one of the wheel brakes didn’t work to her satisfaction. “We need a replacement before the end of the day,” she said.

  “Sure thing, Kira,” the man said, respect evident in his tone.

  “I’ll be calling Al on Monday to let him know how hard you both worked today and how accommodating you were.” With a twenty dollar incentive for each of them, the deliverymen helped Derrick move the couches, a bed, a TV stand plus TV, and an old shelv
ing unit packed with knickknacks so his father didn’t have to do any heavy lifting. And Kira had gotten right in there to help, boxing up papers, sweeping up dust from the old wood floors after the furniture was moved, and making up the big hospital bed now sitting in the living room.

  “Who’s Al?” Dad asked.

  “I have no idea.”

  “You didn’t tell me she was a nurse.”

  A damn good one at that, an amazing one, actually. When Dad balked about them putting the hospital bed in the living room rather than in an upstairs bedroom, Kira spoke calmly and convincingly, warning him of the safety hazard of having Mom in an upstairs bedroom when she couldn’t walk or manage stairs on her own. How would he get her out of the house if there was a fire? She pointed out having Mom on the main level of the house would mean less trips up and down the stairs to alleviate Dad’s knee and hip discomfort. Derrick didn’t even know Dad was having knee and hip discomfort.

  When Dad groused about him and Mom having to sleep in separate beds in separate rooms Kira reminded him that it wasn’t forever, then she demonstrated the benefits of raising and lowering an electronic bed to help alleviate the strain on Dad’s back when he cared for Mom. She pointed out the positives of a more stimulating environment where Mom could watch television, visit with friends, and be with Dad while he performed his daily activities rather than being hidden away in a lonely bedroom for hours at a time. And she suggested moving one of the twin beds from upstairs down to the living room so Mom and Dad could sleep together, in the same room at least.

  Dad balked at a wheelchair. He wanted his wife up and walking around so she could get stronger. Kira told him to only use the wheelchair when he could tell Mom was tired. To help her get to the small bathroom off the kitchen or out to the porch for some fresh air.

  The woman was a master.

  “I got an aide coming on Monday,” Dad said. “Three hours a day, five days a week. She’s mostly to help with exercises and therapy stuff, but the home care nurse said while she’s here the aide can help your mom learn to bathe and dress herself.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me any of this yesterday?” It would have saved Derrick a lot of time and effort.

  “Didn’t want to bother you at work, I figured I’d tell you when you got here.”

  Kira closed the door behind the deliverymen and handed Dad some paperwork. “They’ll be back at some point this afternoon with a new wheelchair. The raised toilet seat has been installed in the bathroom off of the kitchen, but can be moved at any time. The commode chair by the bed is only for emergencies. There’s a tub chair in the bathroom down here so Daisy can wash up at the sink. It can also be used in the tub upstairs when she gets a more thorough bath or is ready to start showering. You own all three of them. There’s a sticker on the footboard of the bed. When you no longer need the wheelchair and hospital bed, just call the number and the company will return to pick them up.”

  “I could hug you,” Dad told Kira.

  “Go ahead.” She held open her arms and smiled.

  “Thank you,” he said, hugging her tightly. “Thank you, so...much.”

  Over Dad’s shoulder Kira’s eyes met his before she quickly looked away. “You’re very welcome. But it’s not me you should be thanking. Miss Peniglatt got you what you need. Maybe you should give her a call to thank her.”

  “No way in hell,” Dad said, stepping back. “She only done it because Derrick made her.”

  Not true.

  “Bet it made her good and mad, too.” Dad smiled. “Wish I could have been there to see it.”

  Derrick needed to come clean, to tell his dad the truth. But just as he was about to, a bell rang from upstairs. Dad’s face brightened. “Your mama’s awake.” With the sole focus of getting to her, he immediately turned his back on both of them and headed for the stairs.

  Kira stood there looking unsure of what to do. “See. I told you, he hates me.”

  “He may dislike Miss Peniglatt from We Care Health Care.” Hate was such a strong word. “But he adores Kira the nurse who has been such a big help today. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “We’re the same person.” Kira ignored his thanks, seeming truly bothered by what his father thought of her.

  “But he doesn’t know you’re the same person.” Not yet, anyway. At some point Derrick would tell him. Just not with her present. Dad could be...unpredictable at times. “Come upstairs and meet my mom.”

  Kira shook her head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. She probably hates me, too.”

  “Mom loves everyone. Come on.” He held out his hand.

  Kira stepped back.

  “Do you ever visit any of the patients who receive case management services from your company?”

  “I worked as a community health nurse for a year and a half before taking a job as a case manager at WCHC. I’ve visited plenty of patients in their homes.”

  “That must have been a lot of years ago. Have you visited any since? As the Director of Case Management, out in the field, following up to see how WCHC patients are faring with the services and equipment authorized?”

  Kira shook her head. “Never had the time...or the opportunity.”

  “Well today you do.”

  Kira didn’t respond. He had no intention of forcing her. “Hang out down here, if you like. Dad has basic cable on the TV. Remote’s on the arm of his recliner.” Derrick pointed. “Shower if you want.”

  She gave him a look that had him holding up both hands and saying, “Not that you smell or anything.” Jeez. “But later on this afternoon I’d like to take you to a nice lunch.” Well, as nice as they could get in these parts. “To show my appreciation for all you’ve done and as an apology. I misjudged you.”

  “There’s no need to take me out to eat as a thank you for doing my job. Your mom was eligible for everything I authorized. I apologize for the fact it was not offered or recommended by the first home health care nurse to visit.” Her eyes met his. “And why is it all you want to do when you’re with me is eat and drink coffee?” She looked down her body. “Am I too skinny?”

  Slender, yes, appealingly so. But Kira had curves in all the places he liked them. “For your information,” he stared down into her eyes. “I can recall, in vivid, most enjoyable detail, the feel of your stunning body pressed up against mine last night.” He lowered his voice and leaned in close to her when he added, “And straddling my lap in the car.”

  Kira’s cheeks went pink but she maintained eye contact. Good for her.

  “Trust me when I tell you,” he went on. “Eating and drinking coffee are not the only things I want to do with you.” He gave her a look to let her know exactly what he was thinking.

  “Yes, well.” Rather than meet his eyes she looked down, wiping some dust from her left thigh. “Now that I know who you really are, that’s not going to happen.”

  “Why not?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

  She looked straight at him. “Because you’re the family member of a patient receiving case management services from a member of my staff. It’s a conflict of interest and would be highly unprofessional.”

  Yes to both. Yet he couldn’t let it drop. “But you want to,” he said, watching her, needing to know for certain that her attraction to him last night was not solely the result of alcohol lowering her inhibitions.

  She glanced away...hesitated...a surefire affirmative response as far as he was concerned. Yes! But before he could do anything about it, Dad called down, “Don’t keep your mother waiting. She wants to see you.”

  “We’re coming,” Kira called back, hurrying toward the stairs.

  Derrick watched the sway of her hips and the movement of her tight, round, sexy ass.

  “Those pants, on a woman with your figure, should be illegal.”


  She glanced back at him with a sexy grin then took the stairs two at a time.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  KIRA FOLLOWED THE sound of Mr. Limone’s voice to a bedroom at the end of the hallway, stopping in the doorway at the sight of him sitting on his wife’s side of their full-sized bed, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead, carefully, lovingly. Kira’s heart squeezed as she remembered her dad kissing her mom like that, years ago, after making her breakfast in bed for her birthday, a few months before he’d issued his ultimatum and then walked out when he didn’t like Mom’s choice. Back when Kira used to dream about someday finding a man who loved her as much as Dad loved Mom. Back when she’d believed in happily-ever-after and until-death-do-us-part.

  “Still in love after fifty-four years of marriage,” Derrick said quietly from behind her.

  It was truly a beautiful scene.

  Mr. Limone noticed them. “Come in.” He stood. “Meet Daisy.” He motioned to his wife.

  Derrick skirted around her and entered the room.

  Upon seeing him Daisy gave a lopsided smile due to a right-sided facial droop from her stroke, most likely. Then she started to cry.

  “Don’t cry, Mom,” Derrick said, hurrying to the bed.

  Daisy reached up to hug him with her left arm. Kira noticed she tried to lift her right arm too, but that was the side affected by the stroke so the arm barely made if off the bed and it swayed awkwardly.

  Derrick dropped to his knees by the side of the bed and Daisy hugged her son tightly with her good arm. “L-l-love,” she said. “Love. Love.”

  “I love you, too, Mom.”

  Kira could hear the love in both of their voices. While she told her mother she loved her often, Kira couldn’t remember the last time she’d said it back. They both had lost so much as a result of the attack.