Ray Coleman winced as the cab went over a rough patch in the road. It was a painful reminder of the reluctant stitches the doctor had removed only that morning. His heavy African features quirked in self-mockery. It seemed as if his luck had finally deserted him. While in Beirut he’d been caught in the cross fire between rival factions. That mistake had nearly cost him his life. He was fortunate to have gotten out of Lebanon with only a couple of bullet holes in his gut.
An exchange of gunfire wasn’t uncommon, especially in that part of the world in spite of the strained peace accord. An award-winning photojournalist, Ray’s work had taken him all over the world and had been seen in leading news magazines, newspapers, and been featured in numerous documentaries.
It had taken him six months to compile the photos and documentation he needed for his latest project, a book analyzing the political and human situation in the Middle East. Whether true peace and acceptance could ever come to that part of the world was an issue that Ray felt deserved investigation.
He focused on the towering evergreens and bare-branched maples as the taxi sped along US 7. His window was open despite of the frigid March air coming from Lake Champlain.
He was on his way home. Home didn’t represent a place to Ray. Home was synonymous with Amber. It had been so long since he’d seen her, even longer since he’d allowed himself the pleasure of being near her.
He groaned aloud, pressing a hand to his aching side.
“Say something, son?” The elderly cabdriver peered over his bony shoulder.
A rare smile tugged the corners of Ray’s wide mouth beneath the fall of his thick mustache. He’d been in some tight situations and was beginning to suspect from the way the elderly man sped down the highway that this might not be the exception.
“Cold for March,” Ray remarked, more for something to say than a real complaint.
The driver flicked the cigar that seemed to be a permanent fixture in his mouth. “Well, that depends. Why, I remember back in thirty-nine when...”
Ray had spent nearly two weeks in a hospital. The rolling snow-covered countryside was a welcome change from the hospital routine he’d been forced to endure—not that he’d been awake much of the first week.
Although it had been only a few hours since his release from the hospital in Virginia that morning, it felt more like a month. He was beat and felt every one of his thirty- nine-years. Instead of heading for his town house in Georgetown, he had boarded a plane destined for Burlington, Vermont.
Resting his dark close-cut natural against the back of the seat, Ray wondered for the umpteenth time that day if he had made the right decision in coming to Amber. He had taken such care over the years to protect her from the danger that was so much a part of his life. She had built a wonderfully secure new life for herself—a life without painful reminders of the family they had left buried in Massachusetts. A life that excluded Ray.
He’d stay only until he was back on his feet. A week at the most. Hell—he shouldn’t have come. If he had any sense, he would tell the driver to turn around right this second and take him back to the airport. He would get on the next plane going anywhere... away from Amber... away from temptation.
Dear God, he needed to see her, needed to spend time with her. “Only a little while, I promise, angel,” he whispered to himself.
When Amber Spencer, an African-American beauty with dark brown hair and honey-colored skin, entered the nursery school’s business office, she pointedly ignored the frantic waves and gestures her secretary, Lynn Baldwin, was making with the telephone. She closed the door to her private office with a decided thump. Making herself comfortable behind the large oak desk, cluttered with paperwork that needed her immediate attention, she promised herself that she’d tackle the mess on the weekend. That was one advantage to owning her own business—no hours. At the moment it was the only advantage.
“So sorry to bother you, Ms. Spencer, but this can’t wait.” By merely looking at Lynn, one would not guess that the attractive, tall, coffee-colored, African-American woman with the stylishly cut natural was the mother of three sons, two of whom were in college.
Amber did not feel the least bit guilty when she said, “Go away.”
Lynn had been with her since they opened, and Amber had come to depend on her efficiency, sound advice, and her keen sense of the ridiculous. It had not taken long for their working relationship to blossom into friendship.
“Billy Henderson smacked Cindy McDonald in the mouth just for the sheer hell of it. Right in front of me, no less. Then he had the nerve to deny it.”
“I gather substitute teaching isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Lynn said dryly. “Gee, I was thinking of taking up the job myself.”
Amber smiled in spite of herself. “You can joke, but if this flu bug does not ease up, you may very well be teaching next week! You don’t know how hard I’m praying that Jennifer Green has recovered by Monday and can take back her kindergarten class.”
“Should I call the paramedics? Do you feel warm?” Lynn said with wide-eyed innocence.
“I’m serious!”
“Amber Spencer, the way you live and breathe this place, I am truly shocked to hear you, of all people, complain about the children.”
“Did you come in here for a reason, or just to get on my last nerve?”
“Bad news. Harris called. Seems the poor dear has an upset stomach, thinks it’s the flu.”
Amber moaned, dropping her head into her hands. “Well, I guess I should be glad that he took time from his busy schedule to actually call rather than just not show up like he did last week. Lynn, dear—”
“Amber, I’m sorry. I’ve been cook and secretary the last four days and haven’t made it home before eight. Besides, Alex said if I missed another faculty cocktail party, he would divorce me. Amber, I can’t help myself—I do so love that man. I must go. Honey...”
“Don’t worry about it I appreciate all the extra work you’ve done. Frankly, I could not have made it these past two weeks without you. I suppose I should start thinking about getting more help.”
Amber didn’t dare admit that she admired the close relationship Lynn shared with her husband. In the last few months she had been forced to put up with Lynn and Ginger Adams’s matchmaking attempts without the least bit of encouragement on her part. It had something to do with her turning twenty-nine on her last birthday.
“Praise the Lord!” Lynn clasped her hands. “I’ve been telling you as much for months.”
“I know. I just so wanted for us to remain small, close knit.”
“Amber, I understand your concerns, but we are being pressured to expand. And with the university and community growing, we have no choice but to keep pace.”
The nursery school was situated on the outskirts of a small black university town.
“Yes, I know you’re right. For goodness sake, nothing has to be settled today. You run along and enjoy your weekend. Tell that sexy husband of yours hello and try and get some rest. If we’re lucky, no one will call in sick, and I can really get to some of this mess on my desk. Just think, five days of uninterrupted work.”
“Yeah. Then you’ll only be three weeks behind instead of five, right?”
Amber and Lynn laughed.
“Date with Elliott this weekend?”
“No... too much to do.”
“Amber, will you forget about this place for a while? Come out with Alex and me. You know most of the people at these things. Besides, Elliott is bound to be there.”
“Thank you, but no.”
“Why not?”
“Did you ever think that Alex might not want to share his wife?”
“Alex doesn’t mind and you know it.” After a pause, Lynn said, “Don’t tell me you’ve broken off with Elliott? You have, haven’t you?”
“Lynn, there isn’t much point in continuing to see so much of him.”
“Amber, you could have tried.”
“He deserves someone who can love him.”
She did not so much as glance at the photograph on her desk. She didn’t need to. She knew it was there, just as Ray Coleman was in her heart. “But—”
“Good night, Lynn. Have a great weekend. Give Alex my love.”
“I can take a hint. I’m out of here!”
They turned off the main highway onto a narrow rutted secondary road. After ten minutes of being bounced against the door, Ray was beginning to think that he survived countless bombings in the Gulf, a trek through the Central American jungle, and a flight across Turkey on foot, only to perish on a back road in the wilds of Vermont.
“How much farther?” he mouthed through gritted teeth.
“Not far, not far a’ tall, sonny.”
Some fifteen minutes later they eased to a stop in front of a large renovated nineteenth-century farmhouse. Like most of the buildings in the area, care had been taken to preserve the early New England flavor. The huge sign embedded in the front yard, The Three Bears Nursery School, brought an immediate light to his dark brown eyes.
“This is it,” the driver said, shutting off his meter.
A bright blue bus, with fanciful bear characters stenciled on the side, stood in the curved drive. Two women, surrounded by what looked to be an army of little people, came tumbling out of the wide front door. It was the taller of the two that caught and held his interest.
Amber’s face was wonderfully animated as she, along with the other woman, ushered their tiny charges toward the bus. Ray waited, eager for a glimpse of her ready smile. He was not disappointed.
Ray sat watching her easy movements much as he had done six months earlier. She had not seen him then, either, since he had taken particular pains to make sure that she did not.
Some men were addicted to nicotine or drugs. Ray’s obsession was for Amber’s smiles. Every so often he had to see her, expose himself to the radiance of her warmth.
Unfortunately he could not recall a time when he was more in need of all that was uniquely Amber.
“Greg, please—stop that. You would not want Dana to pull your hair, now would you?” Turning to her co-worker and friend, Amber Spencer said, “This day seems endless. All I can think of is a long hot soak in the tub and bed.”
Ginger Adams, a petite blonde, like Amber was fastening the youngsters into their respective seats. It was a shame she did not have a free finger to shake at her friend, so she scolded with flashing blue eyes. “You can’t take the entire world on single-handedly. We need two more fulltime teachers. How much longer do you think you can continue to be substitute teacher, administrator, driver, cleaning lady, and goodness knows what else when someone doesn’t show up for work? Even you, my dear, have limits.”
Amber sighed. “I’m just tired. And annoyed with Harris. This is the third or fourth Friday in a row he’s missed work. I’m going to have to do something about him and soon.”
Neither woman noticed the tall man who cautiously eased himself from the taxicab.
Ginger was strapped into her seat when two-year-old Brenda wailed, with her mitten-covered thumb still in her mouth, that Pooh Bear had been left behind.
Amber gave the little girl a hug. “I’ll get him. Don’t want him to get lonely tonight now do we?”
Amber had just reached the wide porch when Ray rounded the hood. A sixth sense warned her that she was the object of observation. She glanced back over her shoulder.
Amber felt so many sudden emotions that she was not sure what was what. She did not stop to sort them through. She flew back down the wet steps onto the pathway and flung herself into his arms.
“Ray!” she cried. “When did you get back? Why didn’t you call me, tell me you were coming?”
Ray buried his deep copper-toned face in her sweet-smelling shoulder-length curls. His six-two, muscular frame towered over her slender, five-seven softly curved body.
“You’ve always been full of questions, angel,” he mumbled near her ear, his long fingers tangled in her curls. He struggled to ignore the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest. He did not dare think of how fully he loved and desired this woman. Circumstances being what they were had forced him to accept there never would be a right time for them. He could not give her the home and security she craved.
“And you were always unpredictable. There is no point in my questioning you. Oh, Ray, I am so relieved that you’re here and safe.” Amber whispered the last, not daring to indulge her senses in the whipcord strength of the man she had loved for too many years.
Ray barely managed not to wince in pain as Amber gave him yet another hard squeeze. “I assume that means you’ve got an extra bed for a couple of nights?”
She stepped back, far enough so that when she lifted sparkling golden brown eyes, she could meet his dark brown gaze. Ray’s heartbeat accelerated and his body tightened. She was so beautiful.
She smiled up at him. He was not a handsome man. One might say he was homely, with that large nose and full wide mouth partly screened by a thick black mustache and piercing dark eyes. To Amber he was masculine perfection with beautiful deep copper skin tone.
“For you, my dearest friend, anything. Oh!” she said, whirling around and realizing they were the center of attention for no less than twenty-five curious preschoolers. “I forgot the children! What a tale they will have to relay to their parents over dinner tonight!” She laughed, then said, “Come inside, Ray. You can get settled while I deliver that precious cargo.”
“You wrote that you had found a driver, so where is he?” Ray retrieved his travel-battered leather bag, strapped the heavy camera and computer case over one broad shoulder while keeping an arm around Amber. They mounted the stairs together.
“Harris has been so reliable until just recently. For some reason, he’s been skipping Fridays and disappearing for hours on end.” Amber saw his frown and added quickly, “Nothing to worry about.”
They entered a wide foyer that opened on both sides. The large rooms had been cleverly converted into classrooms. She gave him a quick peek into the art, music, large muscle and play rooms, complete with a Wendy House. Amber led the way through the roomy kitchen at the rear of the house.
She fished a key from her pocket. “That door leads to the back hallway. My apartment is at the top of the stairs. Let yourself in with this. I won’t be gone long—then we can talk and talk and talk.” She beamed at him. “I’m so glad you’ve finally come for a visit. Oh, Ray...” Amber gave him a quick kiss on a lean hollow cheek. “The guest room is the first on the left, rust and brown spread. Make yourself at home.”
“I’ll find it.”
They exchanged a lingering smile. With a quick wave, Amber was gone.