Heaven's Kiss

“No. And I can’t now. I’ve got to visit a patient.”

“Really? Who is it?” She blinked at his frown, her clear skin glowing with some inner translucence. “Maybe I can help.”

“It would be wrong for me to reveal a professional confidence,” he muttered, wishing he’d stayed in his office instead of racing over to get Miss Blessing’s help. If everyone in town did that, it was no wonder she was frazzled.

“So don’t reveal any confidences, Doc. Just tell me what you need.” She walked over to a coffeepot sitting in the corner, poured two cups and carried them back to the table. “Go ahead.”

“There’s a man,” he began, trying to remember not to give too many details. “He’s elderly and he lives alone. I’m concerned that he isn’t eating properly and I was going to ask Miss Blessing to help me find a way to get him a healthy meal—at least once a day.”

“I see.” She chewed her bottom lip, eyes thoughtful as she swung one slim leg back and forth.

Luc forced his attention back to the subject at hand. Dani DeWitt distracted him too easily.

“He’s proud, you see. It would hurt him to think I’d gone behind his back to ask for help.”

“I get your drift, Doc.” She grinned at him. “Obviously today is not a good day to ask Miss Winifred to work on this. She’s a little stirred up, and in my opinion she needs a break from thinking about meals.”

“What do you suggest?” He waited, knowing she’d come up with something. That was one thing he was learning about Dani—she always had an idea.

“I have a hunch we’re talking about old Mr. Potter, aren’t we.”

“I never—”

“No, you didn’t. And that’s to your credit. But I’ve lived around here almost all my life, Doc. Nothing stays a secret in Blessing. Let me think for a minute.”

She tapped one blunt fingernail against the table, obviously tossing around the possibilities. Her worn leather boots tap-danced their own rhythm against the ceramic tiles.

He frowned. This was taking way too long. He’d been so careful. Wouldn’t the gossips just love seeing the two of them huddled together at Blessing Bakery?

“I’ve got to get out there. I promised to drop off his medication before lunch.”

“Hang on a sec, Doc. I’m thinking as fast as I can.”

Luc watched her glance around the bakery, saw the way her eyes lit when they rested on the individual meat pies chilling in the cooler.

“You’ve thought of something. What is it?”

“I don’t have a long-term solution, yet. But for today, why not take him a couple of those potpies and one of those little salads from the grocery? You could pick up an apple or something for dessert, and maybe a quart of milk.”

“I guess.” It wasn’t exactly the solution he’d hoped for.

“If you took three, you could eat lunch with him.” She studied his face. “What’s wrong with that?”

Luc tried to hide his reaction. “I—uh, that is, I don’t know that I’ll have time to wait while they heat up. I’ve got a clinic this afternoon.”

Dani glanced at the clock.

“Miss Winifred’s oven is empty by now. Let’s pop three of them in and let them heat while we wait for her. Then there won’t be any delay.” She snatched three of the pies off the shelf and scurried into the back, returning with empty hands a few moments later. “Won’t take long in that monster.”

“I can’t wait here, Dani. I’ve got work to do.” Which wasn’t exactly true. His last two patients had canceled this morning, which was why he’d agreed to take Mr. Potter’s tablets out to him.

“Is there something you don’t like about Blessing, Doc?”

Luc’s head jerked back as he stared at her, only now realizing how tiny she was. Somehow Dani seemed like one of those people who were larger than life. She inspired thoughts of grandeur. Which was about as fanciful as a guy could get.

“Why would you say that?” he demanded. “I certainly never gave—”

“No, no.” Dani brushed away his objections. “You never said a word. It’s more the way you act. Take the church groups, for instance. I heard that you don’t join in, haven’t signed up to be on any committees, except for the dinner theater. Why, you even missed the pie social last week, and nobody in their right mind misses that!”

“I didn’t realize it was imperative I be there. I’ll be sure to attend the next one.” He couldn’t disguise his sour tone.

“Keep that attitude and no one will give you even a sliver.” She frowned and cupped her palm around her chin, elbow perched on the table. “What’s with you, Doc? Why are you so afraid to get involved with us?”

“I’m not afraid. Not at all.” Luc searched desperately for another subject, but nothing came to mind.

“Sure you are. In the social department, you act like a big chicken. Why is that? Have you got some secret you don’t want us to know about?”

She was like a dog with a bone, relentless.

“I don’t have any secrets,” he insisted, wishing he’d never walked through the bakery door. “I just enjoy my privacy.”

“Uh-huh.” Dani rose, dealt with a customer, then plopped back down beside him. “You’ve been in town long enough that you should be getting tired of your own company.”

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m an interesting person.”

“Uh-uh. Not buying that, Doc.” She pursed her lips, narrowed her cat eyes and frowned. “How old are you?”

“What?” He couldn’t believe she’d asked that, today of all days.

“Your age, Doc. Forty?”

“Hardly!” He was furious until he noticed the tic of laughter at the corner of her full lips, begging to be released. “Thirty—uh—thirty-four,” he admitted.

“When’s your birthday?”

Oh boy. “Why?”

She shook her black head, the curls dancing around her cheeks as she tut-tutted at his prevarication. “When?”

When he didn’t answer, Dani got up, walked to the phone and dialed. “Hi, Nicole. This is Dani DeWitt. Do you know when Doc—Luc’s—birthday is? Sure, I’ll wait.” She twisted to face him, her eyebrows rising as she listened. “I see. Well, thanks so much. Very interesting. Yes, indeed. I will let you know. Bye.”

“Dani, I—”

She waggled a finger at him. “If I were you, I wouldn’t say another word, Doc. Your secret is out. Thirty-four today.”

He sighed. “Let it go, okay. I saw what the town did for Joshua’s birthday. Believe me when I say I do not want crows all over my yard. Not in the least.”

“So what were you going to do? Pick up a cake and celebrate at home alone tonight?” She clucked her tongue at his guilty look. “Birthdays are meant to be shared, don’t you know that?”