Book: A Virgin River Christmas
Quotes of Book: A Virgin River Christmas
Huh?" she said. "What's this?" "I think you have a fever. Might be from damn near freezing to death, might be from something else. First we try aspirin." "Yeah," she said, taking them in her small hand. "Thanks." While Marcie took the aspirin with water, he fixed up the tea. They traded, water cup for mug of tea. He stayed across the room at his table while she sipped the tea. When she was almost done, he said, "Okay, here's the deal. I have to work this morning. I'll be gone till noon or so-depends how long it takes. When I get back, you're going to be here. After we're sure you're not sick, then you'll go. But not till I tell you it's time to go. I want you to sleep. Rest. Use the pot, don't go outside. I don't want to stretch this out. And I don't want to have to go looking for you to make sure you're all right. You understand?" She smiled, though weakly. "Aw, Ian, you care." He snarled at her, baring his teeth like an animal. She laughed a little, which turned into a cough. "You get a lot of mileage out of that? The roars and growls, like you're about to tear a person to pieces with your teeth?" He looked away. "Must keep people back pretty good. Your old neighbor said you were crazy. You howl at the moon and everything?" "How about you don't press your luck," he said as meanly as he could. "You need more tea?" "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll nap. I don't want to be any trouble, but I'm awful tired." He went to her and took the cup out of her hand. "If you didn't want to be any trouble, why didn't you just leave me the hell alone?" "Gee, I just had this wild urge to find an old friend…" She lay back on the couch, pulling that soft quilt around her. "What kind of work do you do?" "I sell firewood out of the back of my truck." He went to his metal box, which was nailed to the floor from the inside so it couldn't be stolen if someone happened by his cabin, which was unlikely. He unlocked it and took out a roll of bills he kept in there and put it in his pocket, then relocked it. "First snowfall of winter-should be a good day. Maybe I'll get back early, but no matter what, I want you here until I say you go. You get that?" "Listen, if I'm here, it's because it's where I want to be, and you better get that. I'm the one who came looking for you, so don't get the idea you're going to bully me around and scare me. If I wasn't so damn tired, I might leave-just to piss you off. But I get the idea you like being pissed off." He stood and got into his jacket, pulled gloves out of the pockets. "I guess we understand each other as well as we can." "Wait-it's book-quoteYou gonna wake up?" She lazily opened her eyes and jolted awake, scooting up on her elbows. "What? What?" "Easy. It's okay. Sort of." She blinked a few times and then her eyes were wide. "Where am I?" "I brought you inside. I had to. You were on your way to freezing to death. You must not have a brain in your head." She squinted at him, pursing her lips. "Oh-I have a brain. I'm just not real experienced in mountain life." She struggled to sit up. "Gee, if I'd known you got your eyebrow back and grew your beard in red, I might've found you sooner. I'll get out of your hair, which I notice, you have plenty of." "You're not going anywhere," he said, putting a big hand against her sternum, holding her down. "You're stuck-and so am I." "No problem," she said. "I sleep in the car every night. I have a good sleeping bag…" "Did you hear me? You were passed out on your way back from the john, covered with snow and damn near frozen to death. You wanted to see me, you're going to get your wish." Her eyes widened suddenly. "I'm…ah…naked under here?" "You're not naked. You have underwear. I had to get your wet clothes off you. That or just let you die. It wasn't an easy decision," he lied. "You undressed me and wrapped me in this quilt?" she asked. "Pretty much," he said. And felt your small, soft body against mine for an hour, the first female body that's been against mine in five years. Until tonight, he hadn't thought he missed that feeling. "What happened out there? How'd you end up in the doorway of the john like that?" "I don't have the first idea. I was so glad there was an outhouse for once and I wouldn't have to squat behind a bush. I was going to make it quick, but I was so tired I could hardly move, and that's the last thing I remember till I woke up." She coughed. "I didn't think I was so tired I'd fall asleep on the way." "You didn't fall asleep," he said. "You lost consciousness. Hypothermia. Like I said-half frozen." "Hmm. book-quoteIt was very hard for him to admit it to himself, but having her around had brought him a strange comfort, and he had no idea why. Looking out for her made him feel better somehow. Making sure she was fed and protected against danger-that seemed to work for him, too. It was a lot of trouble, actually. If she hadn't been around, he wouldn't go to as much bother with meals. Three out of four nights he'd just open a can of something, but because she'd been sick and needed a hot meal he'd put his best foot forward. Plus, she needed to put on another few pounds. He had spent a lot of time wondering if searching for him, sleeping in her car and probably skipping meals had made her thin and weak. Knowing she was going to be there when he got home, pestering and bothering him, made him hurry a little bit through his work, his chores. He couldn't figure out why-he was damn sure not going to go over all that old business about the war, about Bobby. Just thinking about that stuff put a boulder in his gut and made his head ache. And yet, he had a ridiculous fear that this phone call to her sister would result in her saying, "I have to go home now." But there was no use worrying about it-she's going to leave soon no matter what the sister says. It's not as though she'd camp out in his cabin through the holidays-she had people at home. Never mind her grousing about her sister, at least she had a sister who loved her, cared about her. And what had she said when she asked for a ride to town? Just a little while longer… It was the first relationship he'd had in about four years. Old Raleigh didn't count-that had been pure servitude. If the man hadn't left him part of a mountain, Ian would never have suspected Raleigh was even slightly grateful for the caretaking in the last months. Ian saw people regularly-he worked for the moving company when the weather was good, had his firewood route, went places like the library, had a meal out now and then. People were nice to him, and he was cordial in return. But he never got close; there had been no relationships. No one poked at him like she did, making him smile in spite of himself. That business with the puma-her opening the outhouse door and yelling at him like that-he knew what that was about. She was afraid he'd get hurt by the cat and risked her own skin to warn him. Been a long damn time since he felt anyone really cared about him at all. Maybe that was it, he thought. Marcie thinks she cares, and it's because I was important to Bobby. If we'd just met somehow, it wouldn't be like this. But that didn't matter to him right now. He liked the feeling, alien though it was. He'd be back for her in two and a half hours and while he was delivering a half a cord to some dentist in Fortuna he'd watch the time so he wouldn't be late getting back to pick her up. And with every split log he stacked, he'd be hoping her family wouldn't find a way to get her home right away. * book-quoteThat's all I have to say." One corner of his mouth lifted. "Are you sure that's all you have to say?" She leaned back and eyed him warily. "For now." The other corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "You're one stubborn little broad, aren't you?" "Told you," she said, lifting her chin. And she thought, It's probably what got me through the worst of it. "You don't have to buy food or do chores. I just can't figure out how a grumpy old guy like me helps you with anything." "Well," she said, a little mollified and somewhat confused, "it's because of the way-" "Tomorrow I deliver wood. I'll go early with a load, come back empty and reload. I can take you to town then. It'll take me a couple hours to deliver that load, then I'll pick you up in town. You'll be okay in town for that long? Where will you go?" "I'll sit in Jack's bar and drink coffee." "Take your medicine first. That cough gets scary." She smiled very happily. "Thank you, Ian. book-quoteWow," she said. "That's sure generous, that you'd do all that for me…" "For us, Marcie. I'll get a bath after you. And tomorrow I'll stop at the coin laundry and wash up the dirty clothes. I'll take any of yours you'd like me to. Just because you haven't been feeling too good…" She shifted from foot to foot, chewing on her lower lip. "What's the matter? You don't want a bath?" "I'd die for a bath," she said. "It's just that…I couldn't help but notice, there doesn't seem to be a separate room with a door that closes… And I also noticed that doesn't seem to bother you too much." The corners of his lips lifted. "I'll load the truck with tomorrow's wood while you have your bath," he finally said. She thought about this for a second. "And I could sit in my car during your bath?" she suggested. "I don't think so-your car is almost an igloo now. Just a little white mound. Not to mention mountain lions." "Well, what am I supposed to do?" "Well, you can take a nap, read a little of my book, or close your eyes. Or you could stare-get the thrill of your life." She put her hands on her hips. "You really wouldn't care, would you?" "Not really. A bath is a serious business when it's that much trouble. And it's pretty quick in winter." He started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" she asked, a little irritated. "I was just thinking. It's cold enough in here, you might not see that much." Her cheeks went hot, so she pretended not to understand. "But in summer, you can lay in the tub all afternoon?" "In summer, I wash in the creek." He grinned at her. "Why don't you comb the snarls out of your hair? You look like a wild banshee." She stared at him a minute, then said, "Don't flirt with me. It won't do you any good." Then she coughed for him, a long string of deep croaks that reminded them both she had had a good, solid flu. Also, it covered what happened to be amused laughter from him. While book-quoteBut only seconds seemed to have passed before there was a huge blast that caused her to sit up straight and catch her breath. Then the outhouse door opened sharply, and Ian stood there with a startled look on his face and a big gun in his hand. "How long have you been in here?" he asked. "I have no idea," she said. "I think maybe d-d-days." He got a sheepish look on his face. "You about done in here?" he asked. She burst into laughter, which brought another coughing spasm, then laughter again. "Yes, Ian," she finally said. "I've widdled and wiped. Can I please go home now?" "Home? Marcie-that car of yours-" "The cabin, Ian." She laughed. "Jesus, do you have no sense of humor?" "That wasn't so funny. I can't imagine what he was doing around here. I don't keep food out or small livestock…" "He was hanging around the shed. You think maybe he likes chicken soup?" "I've never had a problem like that before. That's bold, getting out where people can see him, challenge him-" "What the hell was that?" "Puma," he said. "Mountain lion." "I knew that was a lion." She stopped suddenly. "You didn't hurt him, did you?" "Marcie, he wanted to eat you! Are you worried about his soul or something?" "I just wanted him to go away," she said. "I didn't want him to go dead." "I just scared him off. Listen," he said, walking her quickly to the cabin, "if it had been down to you or him, could you have shot him?" "No," she said. "No?" he asked. "Well, I've never fired a gun, so I don't like my chances. If I'd had a big gun like that in my hands I could've probably shot you or the cabin or shot the crap out of that outhouse…" She burst into laughter at her pun. "But he was way smaller. You have a frying pan, right? A big iron one, right?" "What for?" "So, in future, I can get to the bathroom with some protection. I was once a very good hitter in softball." He stopped walking and looked down at her. "Jesus, there's always the blue pot." "Yeah, but there are some things a lady will risk her life to keep private." He smiled. He actually smiled. "Is that so? book-quoteThe door jerked open and he glowered at her. "What do you want?" "Hey! Why are you mad at me? I just want to talk to you." "I don't want to talk," he said, pushing the door closed. With inexplicable courage, she put her booted foot in its path. "Then maybe you can listen." "No!" he bellowed. "You're not going to scare me!" she shouted at him. Then he roared like a wild animal. He bared his teeth, his eyes lit like there were gold flames in them, and the sound that came out of him was otherworldly. She jumped back, her eyes as wide as hubcaps. "Okay," she said, putting up her hands, palms toward him. "Maybe you do scare me. A little." His eyes narrowed to angry slits, and he slammed the door again. She yelled at the closed door. "But I've come too goddamn far and gone to too much goddamn trouble to be scared for long!" She kicked the closed door as hard as she could, then yelped and hopped around from the pain in her toes. It book-quoteOver time, she felt Bobby had had some recognition-there were times he'd turn his head, seem to look at her, even move his head closer as if nuzzling her, then close his eyes as though he knew she was there, as though he could smell her, feel her. She might've been the only one to think that way, but she believed that, somewhere inside that completely incapacitated body, he lived a little bit, knew he was with his wife and family, knew he was loved. book-quote
