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He took the film she offered and turned the boxes over in his hands. In his chambray shirt and worn jeans, he looked like any other fourteen-year-old. But he wasn’t. His difficulties had become apparent within the first year of his life. Darcy’s parents had despaired, but Dirk’s uniqueness had only made her love him more.
“I’m going to miss you tomorrow,” she said, changing the subject. “I’ll be thinking about you.”
It was the first Thanksgiving they’d been apart. She tried not to mind.
Happiness poured back into his eyes. “We’re going on the train. I’ve never been on the train.” His smile faded. “I’ll miss you, too, Darcy.”
“Hey, no long faces. Only happy people get to go to Chicago.”
Both Darcy and Dirk glanced up as Andrew, one of the counselors at the school, joined them. He settled on the wing chair next to the sofa.
“How are you doing, Darcy? Keeping busy?”
She thought of her shift at the Hip Hop, followed by hours of baking every afternoon and evening. She had to shop for supplies for her home business and find time to make deliveries. Then there was the small matter of preparing a Thanksgiving dinner on a rare day off.
“I manage to keep myself occupied,” she said ruefully.
“I know you do.” He turned toward Dirk and nodded at the film still in his hands. “You’re going to see a lot of really great things in the city. Darcy’s going to be excited about your pictures.”
Dirk grinned. “I’ll put them in my photo album and write down what they were.”
“I look forward to that,” Darcy said honestly. She wanted to hear every detail of her brother’s first trip without her.
“He’s been getting really good with his photography,” Andrew said. “He’s got several of the other students interested as well. After the first of the year, a local photographer is going to be teaching a class a couple of times a week.”
“That sounds fabulous.”
“We do whatever works,” he said.
Darcy leaned back against the sofa and let the warmth of contentment flow over her. Whenever she questioned her decision to uproot Dirk and herself and move to Montana of all places, she reminded herself that this school was one of the best in the country. Where else would her brother get full-time attention from an excellent staff? Andrew, a Ph.D. in his mid-thirties, lived in the facility with his wife, who was expecting their first child. Most of the staff lived on the extensive grounds in private homes. Experts in various fields were brought in to teach the students. Activities were kept interesting and practical.
The trip to Chicago was one example. The students would have the experience of riding on a train, staying in a hotel and exploring a large city all under the careful supervision of the staff. The school offered two or three such trips each year. By the time Dirk was ready to be on his own, he would know what it was like to travel by train or plane, rent a room, order in a restaurant, go to a museum, ask for directions and find his way home. These were experiences she couldn’t begin to give him.
“Dirk’s doing well,” Andrew said, giving the boy a thumbs-up. “He’s made a lot of friends.”
Yet another thing she couldn’t give him, she thought happily. The opportunity to interact with peers.
“I’m glad,” she said.
Andrew rose. “Stop by my office on your way out. I’ll show you Dirk’s progress report.”
“I’ll do that.”
He winked at them and left.
Darcy patted her brother’s arm. “I’m so glad you’re happy here. This is a good school.”
“I’m learning a lot,” he said. “I try real hard, Darcy. When we go to the grocery store, I can give the lady the right amount and sometimes I even know the change.” He wrinkled his nose. “But I don’t understand fractions. They’re really hard.”
She laughed. “You know what? I don’t get them, either, so it’s not just you.”
He took her hand. “What will you do tomorrow on Thanksgiving?”
“I’ll miss you.” She squeezed his fingers. “And I’ll cook a turkey.”
“Is it big?”
“Twenty-four pounds. Maybe next week I’ll make up a dish of enchiladas and bring them when I visit you.”
“I’d like that.” He leaned close. “Who will be at dinner tomorrow?”
Oh, there was a subject she wasn’t excited about. “The party is shrinking,” she complained, trying to ignore the sense of panic inside. “My friend Millie and her children won’t be there. They’re going home to spend the holiday with her family. And another couple has decided they would rather be alone.” Now it was just two other people, plus Mark. She’d been hoping for more of a crowd. “My next-door neighbor is coming. His name is Mark and he works for the sheriff’s office.”
Dirk looked impressed. “Is he nice?”
“He’s quiet,” she said, not sure she would ever use the word “nice” to describe Mark Kincaid. “He used to live in New York City. He was a detective.”
Dirk frowned. “He must know a lot of bad people. I wouldn’t like that.”
“Me, either.”
Someone at a nearby table called for her and Dirk to join them to play a game. Darcy stayed long enough to eat dinner with her brother and to admire his tidy packing job. She left shortly before eight, promising to come back after his trip so she could hear about everything.
On the drive home to Whitehorn, she played the radio and tried not to think about the following day. She was foolishly nervous at the thought of spending a couple of hours in the presence of Mark Kincaid. If only Dirk was going to be there. Not only would she enjoy spending the time with her brother, he would be a perfect buffer between herself and Mark. Of course, if Mark came to Thanksgiving while her brother was in residence, she wouldn’t have a Mark Kincaid problem. In the past five years she hadn’t met a single man who hadn’t turned tail and run when he’d found out that she was Dirk’s only relative, and therefore physically and financially responsible for him.
So there was no point in getting all hot and bothered about her new neighbor. They didn’t have a relationship and they weren’t going to have one. This, despite her attraction to the man. Besides, it wasn’t as if she even remembered how to do the whole man-woman thing.
The dark highway stretched out in front of her. Past the light of her headlights, she saw nothing but a few stars glittering in the sky. Tonight the emptiness made her feel sad and lonely. Most of the time she was able to keep busy enough not to notice that she didn’t have any close friends, let alone romantic entanglements.
It would be nice to have an understanding with someone who cared about her romantically. Or even sexually. Sometimes her body ached with longing. She hadn’t been on a real date in five years. Not that tomorrow was a date. She’d invited her neighbor over for Thanksgiving dinner. The event didn’t have any emotional significance. If she thought it did, she was only fooling herself.
Unable to think of an excuse not to come, Mark rang Darcy’s doorbell promptly at four. He’d checked his pager three times that day to make sure it was working. Unfortunately, no crime spree had occurred in the sleepy town of Whitehorn and he hadn’t been called in to work. So here he was, carrying a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers. He felt like an idiot.
Darcy opened the door. Her hair was its usual disarray of curls. Color stained her cheeks and she started babbling the second she saw him.
“I’m