Upon a Midnight Clear (Legend, Colorado 2)

Kim had woken up bright and early, and even a little cheerful, although she wasn't sure why. She suspected it was because of the house. She was encouraged by the fact that her father hadn't changed anything. Perhaps he had left everything the way it was because he missed them. For whatever reason, it had certainly been helpful this morning. Kim had rummaged through the front closet and had found one of her mother's old winter coats with a pair of brown leather gloves still tucked into the pocket. Kim glanced down at the slightly moth-eaten blue wool. She wasn't going to win any fashion awards, but at least it was warm. And the best part was that it had been her mother's.

As she pulled into the hospital parking lot, she checked her watch. She had made it there in under five minutes. She glanced at the parking lot instructions. Visitor parking to the right. Maternity parking to the left. Patient parking to the left. Physicians parking… right in front. Kim hesitated as she glanced at the special parking sticker posted in her father's front window. Maybe she should park in the physicians parking. After all, who knew what time she would be leaving? Did she really want to stroll through a dark parking lot in the cold of the night?

Cold was the key word.

She drove slowly toward the front, making a wide turn into a parking spot. As she stepped out of the car, she realized that she had inadvertently taken up two spots. She got back inside, fired up the engine, and slowly backed out and pulled back in again, this time pulling in closer to the car to her right. Perfect, she thought, stopping the car and turning off the engine. She glanced to her right. She was definitely close to the car next to her. Very close. But what could she do? If she parked any farther away, when someone pulled in on the other side, they'd be so close to her she wouldn't be able to get back into her car. She stepped out of her car and walked over to check the distance between her car and the one on the right. Just fine, she thought. As long as the driver was slim. Make that very slim.

She was distracted by a thundering roar and glanced back. A man in a motorcycle pulled into the open spot behind her. He pulled off his helmet. It was none other than Dr. Anthony Hoffman. Tony to her.

He made a point of staring at the Physicians Only parking sign. Then he looked at her and winked

Kim could feel herself blush. Busted.

"Good morning," he said, hopping off his motorcycle.

Kim nodded. Her eyes scanned his outfit as he walked toward her. Black motorcycle jacket and jeans. His wavy brown hair fell over one eye.

"Isn't it a little chilly to be riding a motorcycle?" Kim asked incredibly.

He shook his head. "It's nice outside."

"Speaking of which," she said, reaching back into the car and pulling out his jacket, "thank you very much. I really appreciated it."

"Are you sure you don't need it? You can hang on to it if you want…"

"No, I'm fine," Kim insisted, handing it back to him. She nodded toward her coat "I found an old coat of my mother's."

"Oh," he said, nodding in approval. "That's nice. And it's in style, too."

"Yeah, well, there's no accounting for taste, I guess," Kim said with a smile, and they began walking toward the hospital.

After a pause, Tony said, "I was thinking about you last night. How did everything go? Did you find your way to your dad's house?"

"Yes, thanks. I found my way and got inside without any trouble. It was all a little weird, but I survived. I feel much better today."

"Well, good," he said, opening up the hospital door for her. As she stepped inside, their eyes locked for a split second before Kim glanced away.

"I'm sure I’ll see you upstairs," he said casually as he turned down a long, narrow hallway.

Kim paused for a moment, glancing after him. She realized that she was warm. She pulled off her glove and held a hand to her cheek. Either she was getting a fever, or she was still blushing. She thought back to his grin, which she had decided was definitely one of the sexiest she'd seen. She had a feeling she knew why she was warm.

Watch yourself, she commanded. He may be nice, but she had little desire to end up in a cold, unhappy marriage with a man who worked night and day. And at this point, she wasn't much interested in a casual fling. At least not with Tony. It was too complicated with his working with her father. She had best focus on the matter at hand. She picked up her pace as she headed toward the elevator.

"Dad? Dad, it's me. Kim." Kim paused as she waited for a reaction. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost noon. Time for her to leave. She patted his hand. "I slept at the house last night. I hope you don't mind." She left out the part about driving his car. If he was awake, that might be enough to send him back into cardiac arrest.

His eyes fluttered and he opened them. "Kim?" he said in a voice that was barely audible.

"Hi, Dad," Kim said, her eyes welling with tears.

Her father squeezed her hand. "Thank you… for coming."

Kim nodded. She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"My throat…" he began. "So dry."

"Want some ice?" Kim asked, anxious for something to do. Her father gave her a slight nod.

She stepped back out into the hall and hurried to the nurses' station. Melva was sitting behind the desk. "Ice" Kim said, in a low, anxious whisper. "My father wants some ice."