Page 7 of Wild Runaway
I want to ask why her day has been long and what she’s running from. But at that moment the baby stirs, and Trish’s attention is back on her daughter.
I leave her to it while I get busy in the kitchen. Trish looks like she needs looking after just as much as the baby. And I’ll be the one to take care of her.
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With Rose’s needs met, my anxiety eases a little. My baby girl is fed and changed, and we have shelter and a safe place to stay. It’s more than we’ve had since she was born four months ago.
I’ve only known Joseph for a few short hours, but I’m starting to relax around him. A man who helps a woman and baby in need can’t be all bad.
I wish I could get hold of Hailey, but hers and Kobe’s phones are still out of range of any signal. With Rose fed, I realize how woefully unprepared I am. There’s nowhere for her to sleep.
Joseph offers up his bed, which is so kind of him that I almost cry. But I turn away quickly and help him roll up towels to form a barrier for Rose. It’s not ideal and I probably won’t sleep a wink, but it will have to do until I can figure out my next move.
Joseph leaves me alone to get Rose down to sleep, and I lie on the bed with her and hold her close. The bed smells masculine, like pine and oil, and a new sensation weaves itself into my veins. What would it be like to lie in here with Joseph, to have his muscular arms wrapped around me, to feel his body pressed against mine?
I shake the thought out of my head. There’s no point having indecent thoughts about my rescuer. He’s just a kind man doing the decent thing.
Rose makes a contented gurgling sound, and I kiss the top of her downy head.
“I’m sorry that was a bad day, baby girl.” My hand rubs circles on her back as she snuggles into my chest. “But I hope it will be worth it.”
There’s a knot in my stomach that has been there since this morning, but as I press Rose’s tiny body close and breathe in her milky scent, the knot eases a little.
My daughter is safe, and that’s all that matters. Hailey will be home soon, and then I’ll figure something out for us.
Hailey always told me I could come to her anytime. That’s what sisters are for. She tried to get me to leave Ian sooner, but I stupidly thought things would get better once we had the baby. They didn’t. They got worse.
Rose’s breathing turns heavy, and I watch her sleep for a few minutes before placing her carefully between the towels and tiptoeing out of the bedroom.
The scent of frying garlic and rosemary hits me, and my stomach gives a lurching rumble. I cross my arms over it, horrified that Joseph heard. But he doesn’t say anything.
“I’ve made stew.”
He indicates for me to sit at the small kitchen table, and I slump into the seat. With Rose asleep, the adrenaline I’ve been running on all day leaves my body and I’m suddenly exhausted.
Joseph puts a large bowl of stew in front of me, and I attack it hungrily.
“Thank you,” I say between mouthfuls.
I don’t know what the meat is, but it’s rich and lean, and with all the flavors he’s included it’s the best meal I’ve ever had.
“I’ll pay you back for all this.” Although I’m not sure how.
He shakes his head. “No you won’t.”
I choke on my mouthful, wondering if he can tell I don’t have a dime to my name.
“You and the little one can stay as long as you need. Don’t worry about money or any kind of payback.”
He says it in a tone as if it’s all decided. Like taking a stranger and her baby in are normal things to do. And maybe they are if you’re a good person.
Suddenly, there’s a sting of tears behind my eyes. The one person who was supposed to love me treated me like shit, yet this stranger has taken me and my child in, fed us, and given us shelter. I didn’t know there was still this level of kindness in the world.
“Hell, don’t cry.”
Joseph reaches across the table and lays his meaty hand over my mine. The warmth from him makes me sob harder.
