But when a shout came, she ran back to him. His whole body was shaking, as though in fear, and he lifted his arms as if he were reaching out for someone.
“I’m here,” Hallie said. “You’re safe.” When she leaned toward him, he put his arms around her and pulled her down to him, holding her close.
It was an awkward position that nearly twisted Hallie in half. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to break his hold, and she doubted if she could wake him to make him let her go. Whatever was the basis of his nightmare, right now he needed comfort.
It wasn’t easy to stretch out beside him on the little bed, but as soon as she did, he turned to his side and pulled her to him. He tucked her into his body as though she’d always been there, and he quieted instantly.
“So now I’m your teddy bear?” she said, her face against his chest.
But for all her sarcasm, it felt good to be held, even if the man doing it was sound asleep.
She could feel herself drifting off, but as she did, her mind began going over the events of the day. Seeing the contract Shelly had signed and the passport she had redone had hurt more than she wanted to admit. A week earlier, Shelly had asked Hallie to stop by an office supply store after work to buy her some glue and a new pair of scissors. “They need to cut cleanly,” Shelly had said. “So no edges are showing.” It seemed that Hallie had helped her stepsister defraud her.
When Jamie kissed the top of her head, Hallie started crying. He might be asleep, but he seemed to sense that the wo
man he was holding needed help. His body quit twitching, and he was quiet and relaxed. It was almost as if he were waiting for her to tell him what was wrong.
“I didn’t deserve it,” Hallie whispered. “I’ve never done anything bad to Shelly. She and her mother took over my life, but I stood for it. When Dad and Ruby died, I had no time to grieve. I had to take care of Shelly. I don’t know how I did it, but I did. So why did she try to steal from me?”
Hallie looked up at him, saw that his eyes were still closed, and put her head back down. “If I’d been told about this house, maybe I would have given her the one in Boston. That’s what she wanted. She said it wasn’t fair that I own two houses and she has none. I don’t know what I would have done, but I certainly would like to have been given the choice.”
Her tears were fading, even if the pain wasn’t. “I don’t know what to do now, either legally or ethically. Should I reward Shelly by giving her a house? But I know that won’t be enough for her.” She looked up at him.
There was enough light that she could see his sleeping face. He looked so sweet, so calm. But then suddenly, he began to thrash about again. She could see movement under his eyelids, as though another nightmare was beginning.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” she said. “You start rolling again and I’ll be crushed. Be quiet! You’re safe.”
But Jamie didn’t quit moving, and when he threw his big leg over her hips, she pushed hard to get out from under him and stood up. As she looked down at him, she saw that he seemed to be gearing up for another round of thrashing.
Bending, she put her hands on the sides of his head. “You are safe! You hear me? There are no demons chasing you.” His face was so near hers, his lips so very close, that she couldn’t resist kissing him. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, but one of reassurance. A kiss of friendship and understanding. Two people who had deep problems were sharing them.
The kiss lingered for a while, as though they were receiving strength and reassurance from each other. They deeply and truly needed each other.
When Hallie pulled away and looked at him, Jamie’s face was calmer, more relaxed. Taking her hands away, she let him lean back on the pillow, and at last he seemed to sink down into a restful sleep.
She watched him for a few moments, then turned to go back upstairs. But she got only as far as the couch at the end of the room. What if he had another nightmare? He could fall off the bed and damage his torn knee.
Looking at the old couch, she sighed. Upstairs was a bed with crisp, clean sheets and a down comforter. The couch had nothing on it but one small pillow.
She hesitated, but with a sigh, she stretched out on the couch. If Jamie again became restless, she’d hear him and would be able to keep him from falling.
I’ll settle him with sleeping kisses, she thought, smiling as she began to fall asleep. As barren as the couch was, it felt better not to be alone in a strange house.
Chapter Three
“So you decided to get up, did you?” Jamie said when Hallie walked into the gym.
He was teasing, but his words implied that she was someone who lolled about in the mornings. It was tempting to tell him the truth about her night of wrestling with him. At five she’d awakened on the couch, her body stiff, her teeth chattering from the cold, and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She’d staggered to the bed and flopped down on it, awoke hours later, took a shower and washed her hair, then went downstairs. On the kitchen table was a lovely breakfast of boiled eggs, little apricot turnovers, sausages with bits of apple inside, and cut fruit. Jamie must have just prepared it because the dark tea in the pretty ceramic pot was still hot.
But Hallie didn’t tell him about last night. Using kisses to calm him from a nightmare wasn’t exactly professional behavior. “Thanks for breakfast,” she said. He was straddling a bench and doing lat pull-downs. Her eyes widened at the amount of weight he was using.
He finished his set before speaking, then picked up a towel to wipe his face. His thick shirt was soaked with sweat. “I’ll tell Mom thanks for you.”
“I want to see your leg.”
“It’s fine today. No need to go poking around.” He gave her a smile of such promise that she was sure it had made many women forget their resolve.
Hallie smiled back at him with the sweetest look she could manage. “Do you have your cell phone with you?”