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“So you’re close by.” In the wide expanse of Texas, anything less than seventy-five miles was close by. “I assume that’s why you’re staying here for Christmas?”
Her bottom lip trembled. “That and because Janie’s the only family I have left.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” His rough voice dropped an octave.
She felt his heated sympathy wash through her. The presumptuous way he called her baby ignited both agitation and weakness within her. She couldn’t afford to be weak so she steeled her spine and lifted her chin. “Not your fault, Mr. Vega, but thanks anyway.”
Her words were sharp and didn’t leave room for more questions of an intimate nature.
She lifted her backpack to her shoulder. “It’s late and I’m not up for a party. It was nice to meet you.” She turned to go.
His eyes continued to watch her. “Goodnight, Miss Ruiz. It’s been a pleasure.”
His dark voice was still clamoring in her brain as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom that now belonged to her. She wearily sank down on the bed and dropped her backpack beside her. She was intensely tired, her body physically and mentally worn out by the struggle of living through the months and years just passed.
Her mother had developed breast cancer at the end of Elaina’s senior year in high school. With the help of Aunt Janie, Elaina had managed to stay in school and graduate. But her mom had been in and out of the hospital after that, and Elaina had taken on the responsibility of her care as her mother fought the fight that had ultimately taken her life.
Elaina had wanted to do anything she could for the woman who had single-handedly raised her after her dad had died fighting in Iraq. Nursing her mother as much as she could from home had been a loving chore that she had eagerly undertaken.
Her mom hadn’t wanted her to delay college, but there had been no other option in Elaina’s mind. The love she had for her mom was too strong to let her care go to strangers. Elaina knew, rightly so, that whether her mom won the fight or not, that her own life could always continue later. This might be the only time she had left with her mom, so she had effectively put her own life on hold, and for over three years she’d virtually stayed at home and nursed her ailing mot
her.
When exactly she had promised her parent that she would become a nurse, she couldn’t remember, but she had promised, and now that pledge was weighing heavily on her heart.
She’d never had an affinity for the sick room, and admitted to herself she never had the calling to become a nurse. She’d promised her mom solely because the older woman thought she’d make such a good health-care professional, and it seemed to put her mind at ease visualizing what her daughter’s life would be like when she was gone.
And now Elaina was trapped, with just one semester of nursing school under her belt, she knew she didn’t want to go back. She’d been struggling with it for several months now. She didn’t want to be around sick people any longer. If push came to shove and she had to nurse another loved one, she knew she could find the inner strength somewhere, but as a career choice, it wasn’t going to work. She didn’t want to be around death and sickness; she desperately needed a break.
The semester had started only two weeks after her mother had died. Before she had time to think or plan, with the urging of Aunt Janie, she had found herself enrolled and going to school. Going to school for something that she didn’t aspire to be. There were many wonderful nurses; she knew that and was thankful to them all for the care her mother had received in the hospital. But it was a calling that unfortunately, she didn’t have.
She was just so tired. Tired of it all.
She needed some time off, some time to herself, where she didn’t have to constantly be going to school and studying. She didn’t mind getting a job, and in fact was looking forward to earning her own money, but she needed something that would give her the evenings free, so she could just be herself and chill.
Was that too selfish a thing to want? Guilt ate at her knowing it would be going against her mom’s hopes and dreams for her. But what about her hopes and dreams? What about having friends, being young, dating? She hadn’t even had a date since high school.
She’d met a few people at college, young men who had been interested, but for the first few months her grief was still too fresh to even consider it. And lately, the crushing workload left no time for a social life.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
She just wanted some peace for awhile.
CHAPTER TWO
On Monday, mid-morning, Elaina stood next to her uncle’s farm truck at the feed store and watched it being loaded. This small town was the nearest one to the ranch, and at ten miles away, it boasted less than a thousand people in population. She’d been here several times in the last six months since her mother had died and Janie had married Brian. She really liked the small town.
For the first thirteen years of her life, Elaina had been raised an army brat. Just as soon as she made friends and got used to a school, her father upped and moved them. It hadn’t been easy. She longed for a real home and solid roots.
Everyone in this small town was friendly, and as she wanted to be helpful, when the subject came up, she had quickly offered to make the drive for supplies.
She stood and chatted with the boy loading the truck, enjoying the laid-back moment having nothing more pressing than getting back to the ranch with the supplies.
He was about her age, maybe a year or two younger, maybe older. This was the third time in the last six months she had spoken to him since making her temporary home with her aunt and uncle. It was also the third time he had asked her out. She was actually contemplating saying yes this time. He was good-looking and he wasn’t too pushy.
Although he didn’t make her heart beat faster, he was sweet and cute and seemed to be someone she could enjoy spending some time with.
She continued to smile softly at him as he tried to cajole her into going out with him. “You know me now. You can’t keep using that excuse forever.”
