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Chapter 7
I couldn't fall asleep as I had hoped. My mind just wouldn't leave me be so I got up and wandered the ward. A light was on above one of the doors so I gently knocked and went in to check on the patient.
"Hello, Mrs. Winterborne." I said sweetly. "Do you need something?"
"You can get Sara. I don't want help from the likes of you."
I caught off guard by the old lady's sharp tone. She had always liked me. I didn't understand.
"I'm not fooled by many people young lady and I am heartbroken that I was misled by you."
"I don't understand. Did I do something?" I wondered what I could have done or said that would make this woman who had always been so happy to see me change her attitude."
"Adultery may not be a crime you can be arrested for, but it is still a crime. One of the worst and one this town shuns, Daniella." She snapped. "Ask Sara to come help me."
I walked out of the room, holding back my tears. I gave Sara a weak smile as I headed back to the lounge.
I didn't know what she was talking about or why she believed I had committed a mortal sin. I had never cheated on Jake. I hadn't even thought about it. The way people looked at me at the diner suddenly made sense. The whole town hated me. They were all old fashioned with old fashioned values. They loved the young deputy and they thought that I had broken his heart. He was the mayor's son. The one they watched grow up. The hope for the future.
I climbed back in bed and hugged my knees. He really had taken everything from me. How could I continue working at the clinic if everyone hated me?
I didn't want to sob. I didn't want to act like a little child, but I was lost and I was scared. I didn't feel like the person I had grown into at all. I felt the same way I did when I had the first night I had stayed in the children's home. The same night my parent's died. I cried so hard that my throat hurt but I still couldn't stop. Not until sleep finally claimed me.
I awoke with a start when someone lifted the blanket. I sat straight up in bed. My eyes meeting a surprised gaze.
"I thought you left." I managed to squeak out.
"I thought you left." He returned. His gaze softened and he lowered his body softly on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?"
I bobbed my head slowly, trying to convince him and myself, but I couldn't hold it together. I was sobbing again and Roman pulled me into his embrace and rocked me in his strong arms. Comforting me like a longtime friend even though he barely knew me.
"I'm sorry." I moved away from him. "I don't usually do this – I rarely cry and … and …" I wiped away my tears. "Doctor James always said that this room was open to any of us for any reason … I hope that's still alright. I should have checked … I …"
Roman stopped my desperate jabbering with a finger on my lips. Then he replaced it with his lips. I fell against him. Parting my lips and returning his soft kiss. It was then I realized how starved I was for intimate contact … for human contact. No one had really hugged me in a while. Even longer since I'd been kissed. He didn't pull away at the end of that kiss and I stared into his eyes like a teenaged fool. I was way too old to be doe eyed.
"There." He grinned slyly. "That's the only medicine I can prescribe for this kind of illness."
"I'm not sick." I gazed at my hands feeling the heat of my blush on my cheeks.
"A broken heart is an illness." He sighed, caressing my hair. "I heard … I mean over heard bits and pieces here and there today."
"You heard more than I did." I responded. "This whole town seems to know more than I do. I wasn't expecting this at all."
"How about I crash on the sofa and you … You order a big cheeseburger, chili cheese fries and tell them to put it on my tab."
"Oh, that's nice, but I shouldn't do that."
"Doctor's orders. I'm also ordering you to look through that box of movies on the shelf and watch at least two or three sappy romantic love stories."
"Would a comedy satisfy that prescription?" He had me smiling. I felt horrible and he managed to make me feel so much better.
"Hmmm … I'll allow it but it's going to be really hard for me to sleep. I'll probably get interested and watch with you."
I laughed again. He gave me a wink and headed to the sofa. He laid down and pulled the cover from the back over him, then bounced back up. "You know what? I want some junk food too."
The next thing I knew he was on his cell phone, ordering dinner for me, himself and Sara. One of the waitresses at the diner delivered it to us. Roman paid, but the waitress kept gazing from me to him before leaving to take a box to Sara at the desk as Roman had asked her to do on her way out.
We watched movies together that night. And I ate every bite of the greasy meal he'd ordered me to eat. I never ate like that and I don't think he did either because he savored his burger too much, letting out moans as he chewed.
I cuddled up on one end of the sofa. He on the other and watched movies I had never seen. It was the kind of night I needed and the only thing I couldn't stop thinking about was that kiss.
