The Healing Place by Leigh Bale Read Free Book Online

me. I can’t begin to thank all the wonderful people who have stepped in and blessed our lives. My business partners, church members, social workers, neighbors.”
    He moved closer and her eyes widened.
    “You,” he said.
    Staring at the top button on his Oxford shirt, she backed up a step. His gratitude disarmed her. If he only knew what she had done to her own son, he would never want her to doctor Angie.
    He stepped closer and she felt cornered. He reached out and put his hand on her arm. Panic lodged in her throat.
    “We can wait to pick up the burgers and hot dogs until the day before the barbecue,” he said. “Would you be able to go shopping with me for paper plates, napkins and plastic utensils the day after tomorrow?”
    “The day after tomorrow?” she repeated in a vague tone.
    “Yeah, it’s Saturday. You don’t have to work, do you?”
    She didn’t have to, but she always did work on the weekend. “No, no, I don’t have to work.”
    She looked at his face. Ah, such nice eyes, crinkling when he smiled. She twined her fingers together, her heels sinking deep in the thick carpet.
    He smelled good. Nice and spicy, yet not overpowering.
    She stepped back again and her shoulders met the wall with a little thump. She’d forgotten how tall he was.
    “I can pick you up,” he offered.
    She licked her dry lips. “Okay, how about eleven?”
    “Good, we can catch some lunch afterward. What’s your address?”
    Lunch. What was she getting herself into?
    As she gave him the information, he scrawled her home address and phone number on a scrap of paper. Folding it, he then tucked it into his front shirt pocket.
    Great! So much for keeping her distance. Now he knew where she lived and how to reach her at home.
    “How’s Angie doing?” She shouldn’t have asked, but she really wanted to know. It was her job to ask questions and monitor the girl’s progress.
    A frown pulled at his brow. “She’s as good as can be expected, but she’s throwing up and quite weak. I know you said it’s normal to feel sick right after a treatment, but I hate to see her like this. That’s why I was late tonight. She was sick in the car, so I got it cleaned up and then bought her a sand bucket to carry around when we travel.”
    “A sand bucket?”
    “Yeah, she takes it with her to help prevent accidents. Angie likes it because it has little pink seashells on the rim and it’s smaller than the mop bucket.”
    How ingenious. Pretty sand buckets in the car.
    “How’s her appetite?” Emma asked.
    A labored sigh escaped his lips. “Not good, but Mrs. Perkins tries hard to get her to eat during the day while I’m at work.”
    “Mrs. Perkins?”
    “Our neighbor. She’s a widow who watches Angie for me. Usually, she only takes in babies, but Angie isn’t up for a busy summer day-care program. She doesn’t have that kind of stamina. Instead Mrs. Perkins lets her do puzzles and read, and help tend the babies. Angie can lie down and rest anytime she wants. It’s a good, quiet place for her, although Angie tells me the babies cry a lot.”
    “Ah.”
    He gave a sad smile. “You know with the brain tumor, all of a sudden, we belong to a club we don’t want to belong to. Angie just wants to be a kid. I wish I could give her a normal childhood.”
    Emma understood. When Brian had become ill, she’d joined that club, too. She opened her mouth to tell Mark about it, but caught herself just in time. “I’m sorry, Mark. I hope we can give you your wish very soon.”
    He flashed a brilliant smile and her stomach flipped somersaults.
    “You’ve been great, Emma. So many people have helped us. When I got home from work tonight, I found that one of the men from my congregation mowed my lawns this afternoon. His wife brought dinner in and took our dirty clothes to wash. I know those things seem trivial, but it lifted a big burden from me. There are so many good people praying for us.”
    “That’s very kind of them.” She