Saving the Single Mom's Heart
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Allie Kincheloe
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Could the arrival of a new EMT be the answer to her broken heart? Find out what happens in Allie Kincheloe's latest Harlequin Medical Romance. Can he give her the happy-ever-after she's stopped herself dreaming of? Seven years ago, nurse Jess was pregnant and abandoned by her son's father. Ever since, it's been Jess's little family against the world! So the last thing the single mom needs is for the arrival of handsome emergency medical technician Beckett to throw her finally well-ordered life into chaos. When a storm arrives, Jess and Beckett must fight to save their town. But can their intense connection also save her broken heart?
CHAPTER ONE
âYOU KNOW WHAT would be great? If I had a dad to pick me up from school.â
Jess Daniels glanced up at her son in the rearview mirror and tried not to sigh at the familiar topic of conversation. Mason was relentless with his idea that she needed a man in her life, if only to be his dad. âMiss Freya says no one should be alone as much as you are. Miss Freya says that she works all the time and she still goes to see her friends more than you do. Do you have any friends besides Miss Freya?â
âI have friends, Mason.â She just didnât see them as much as any of her friends would have liked. But that came with the whole single mom situation, didnât it? Getting a sitter was hard and expensive.
âDo you know how to get a boyfriend? Miss Freya says if I want a dad, then we gotta find you a boyfriend first. But Iâve never seen you have a boyfriend, so you might have to take lessons or something. Like when I go to karate lessons.â
âBoyfriend lessons?â Jess snorted.
That boy was determined he needed a dad, and soon. And as long as the man knew how to play video games and throw a ball, then her son wasnât too choosy. From the time he was old enough to realize that most kids had a dad somewhere in their lives, Mason had been asking questions about his own father. Questions that were proving harder to answer now that he was no longer content with the explanation that his father had passed away before he was born. But she sure wasnât ready for him to learn the truth about his paternity.
Sheâd have to have another talk with Freya about encouraging Mason like this. Why couldnât anyone understand that Jess wanted to be alone? She might have let Freya believe that her lingering love for Masonâs dad kept her from dating since it gave her a reprieve from being set up. Some things were harder to get over than grief though, like broken trust. It had been almost eight years since sheâd lost Clint, and it might be another eight before she could bring herself to trust another man. She got so tired of hearing about how she really needed to just be brave and put herself out there. One heartbreak didnât mean all men were all bad. Take a chance on love. Have faith.
Meh.
The potential positives didnât outweigh the probable negatives. She was fine being single. Mostly.
âThereâs a Doughnuts with Dad thing at school next week,â Mason informed her. âAnd I canât go because I donât have a dad.â
âTone down the dramatics. You know Iâm allowed to go with you instead.â Sheâd gone to the Muffins with Mom and the Fruit Cups and Family events with him alreadyâwhy not a doughnut day? She hated the designated days for each parent. It was unfair to the kids who didnât have an intact traditional family.
âItâs not the same,â Mason huffed. âI need a dad.â
âIf we ever see a dad store, Iâll be sure to pick one up.â
âHa-ha.â The kid didnât appreciate Jessâs sarcasm. âIâm not going to fall for that. Iâm not five anymore. Hey, what do all those lights mean?â
Jess swallowed hard as she took in all the icons illuminated on the gauge cluster of her aging sedan. A lot of money for repairs she just didnât have at the moment, thatâs what they meant. Her chest tightened as she glanced into the rearview mirror and changed lanes before pulling the car off onto the shoulder.
âThe car seems to be having some trouble.â
âWhat about my ice cream?â
âMason, honey, we will get your ice cream as soon as we can.â The upbeat tone she spoke with only partially masked her worriesâhopefully enough that Mason wouldnât catch on. She thanked her lucky stars she was able to get the car out of traffic and that her sonâs biggest worry was that he might not get ice cream.
After easing the car to a stop, she put it in Park. The faintest whisp of smoke curled up from under the corner of the hood. That could not be a good sign. Would this finally be the repair that crossed over the value of her little car? Jess rubbed a hand over the steering wheel and sent up a little prayer that the car would be fixable. A new one was so not in the budget right now.
âStay here while I see how bad this is.â She looked over her shoulder to her seven-year-old. âDo not get out of this car until I tell you itâs okay.â
He nodded, but sheâd have to keep a close eye on him. Mason could get into trouble faster than she could blink. She dug her cell phone out of her purse and handed it to him. That should keep him occupied and safe for a few moments, at least.
âCall Freya and ask her to come get us. Tell her weâre on the interstate coming home from baseball. Okay?â
At his nod, she popped the hood and, after checking for traffic, stepped out of the car. She lifted the hood and stared at the smoking engine. She knew nothing about cars, but still, she had to look. What was she going to do?
Whatever it was, it wouldnât be fixing this car by herself; that was for sure.
Rather than step back into traffic, she moved to the passenger side of the car. She opened the front door and tried to reassure Mason that everything was fine. âItâs going to be okay. Is Freya coming?â
âShe said sheâs got a meeting with the hospital mister tater, and she canât come till after.â Mason handed the phone back to Jess with very little concern for what Freyaâs words meant.
âThe hospital administrator?â
âYeah, that.â Mason shrugged. âWhatever.â
Jess wanted to laugh at how completely unbothered Mason was about his vocabulary mix-up. She envied the confidence her son showed sometimes, how he could make a mistake and just brush it off and move on. He didnât dwell on it like she would. Her mind liked to remember embarrassments from her childhood like they were current events. And the mistakes sheâd made as an adult? Those were practically on a reel in her mind, circling through anytime she found herself in similar scenarios.
âWell, letâs see if we can get the tow truck out here soon.â She looked up the number for the repair garage, although she should have it memorized or saved in her phone given how frequently she used it. She gave them the location and the mechanic confirmed theyâd send the truck out but it might be a while. She thanked the man and hung up the phone.
âGonna be here a while?â Mason groaned.
âThat obvious?â She reached back and brushed a lock of hair away from his eyes.
âItâs always a while when we gotta wait for the tow truck.â He shrugged. âWanna play a game?â
