Rocky Mountain Reunion

“No problem.” Anne straightened her shoulders. Of course she could do this. She was a professional.

Nelson gave her a brief nod, pausing long enough to once again look from Matt to her as he exited.

“Could you go ahead and lie down, please?” she asked Matt.

“Lie down?”

Anne pulled supplies from the exam cupboards. “You’re...” She cleared her throat. “You’re too tall for me to reach the area.”

The exam table creaked as he moved to a reclining position. “How’s Manny?” Matt asked.

“Manny Seville.” Anne turned slowly as realization hit. “Your college roommate.”

“That’s right. Manny is the site boss on the project.”

“He’s stable right now. We’ll know more soon.”

“Was his family notified? He has a wife and a new baby.”

Anne released a small smile. “Does he? I always liked Manny, though I have to admit I never thought he’d settle down.”

“People change.”

Yes, they do.

She pulled herself from her musing thoughts. “Our procedure is to notify immediate family. I can confirm that we had contact information when I finish this.”

“Thank you,” he said. Matt met her gaze, his expression humble. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your—”

“Dr. Nelson is my colleague.” She pulled the rolling stainless-steel exam table closer.

When he glanced pointedly at her left hand, her gaze in turn shifted immediately to his. Large, capable hands. In a heartbeat she regretted the action. There was no need to let him know that she’d often wondered if he’d married. After all, she’d moved on with her life long ago.

Hadn’t she?

* * *

Matt glanced at her name tag: Matson RN. There was zero doubt in his mind that Anne hadn’t told anyone about her “unfortunate” marriage.

Of course she had neatly erased the past. He expected nothing less.

Her black-brown hair framed her face in a bob that barely kissed her chin, the long bangs swept carelessly to the side, framing her face. Her features had evolved from a young, carefree girl to a classically elegant woman. He fought hard to ignore the fact that she was more beautiful now than at eighteen.

“So, you’re a nurse,” Matt said.

“Yes.”

“Just like your aunt wanted.”

Anne tensed a fraction, yet only silence ensued.

“Nine years,” he finally murmured.

“Excuse me?”

“We haven’t seen each other in nine years.”

“Ten,” she said, without looking up.

The simple response was enough to shake him to his core.

“Close your eyes, please. I’m going to cleanse the area and we don’t want to get any Betadine in your eyes.”

“Got it.”

Her touch was gentle as she attended to his face. With his eyes closed he could smell the antiseptic along with a whiff of vanilla. Involuntarily, his lips curved into a smile. Anne always wore vanilla lotion. Why was it that solitary lingering memory stood out, pushing open the door to an onslaught of thoughts of what could have been?

He dared to peek at her once more, however her attention remained steadfast on her task. Then, as if sensing his perusal, her clear, dark eyes met his and held for a fraction, rounding in stunned surprise. She quickly glanced away.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m doing in town?” Matt couldn’t resist the question.

“Welcome to Paradise,” Anne said with a rueful smile. “Everyone is already buzzing about the company that won the bid for the development down at Paradise Lake. I haven’t seen this much excitement since the state put us on the map of Colorado.”

She turned and smoothly grabbed a package from the table and tore it open. “How did this accident happen?”

“Pouring cement today. Long story short, the driver hit a piece of equipment. Manny and I were in the way.”

“You’re fortunate the injuries weren’t worse.”

“The Lord was watching out for us. That’s for sure.”

“So you’re in construction instead of architecture?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m a residential architect. But it turns out I like being outside better than being trapped in an office.”

“How long have you been with this company?”

“ ‘This company’ is mine.” Pride underlined his words. “Mine and Manny’s. We worked construction together overseas for a long time and finally decided we wanted to be our own boss.”

“In Paradise? Why not Four Forks?” Her brows rose slightly.

“There’s nothing for me in Four Forks. I haven’t been back since I left for college. For the record, I’m in Paradise because we won the bid,” he said, making it very clear that their past had nothing to do with his future.

The opportunity in Paradise had opened up just when he’d needed to put down roots for himself and his daughter. It would go a long way toward establishing his company in the Paradise Valley and providing them with the credibility to launch them into the big league. He felt God’s hand on everything that had occurred in the past weeks...well, except for today’s disaster.

“So you’re not staying? This is temporary?”

“I’m not sure yet. We’ll be headquartering somewhere in the valley.” He bit back his irritation. “I can shoot you a memo when I decide, if that will help.”