Shelter in a Soldier's Arms Read Free

getting worse. They were stopped close to her four-story apartment building. Normally there was plenty of room to park right in front of the building, but not this morning. Today, red fire trucks and police cars had pulled into the driveway. Flashing lights twinkled in the light rainfall. Stunned, Ashley stared in disbelief at the river of water flowing down the main steps. Her neighbors were huddled together on the sidewalk.
    No, she thought, feeling herself tremble with shock and disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Not today. She fumbled with Maggie’s seat belt, then her own. After opening the rear door, she stepped out, pulling her daughter with her. She was careful to hold Maggie in her arms. The girl’s slippers wouldn’t provide any protection against the water flowing everywhere.
    “Mommy, what happened?” Maggie asked.
    “I don’t know.”
    Mrs. Gunther, the retired, blue-haired woman who managed the aging apartment building, spotted her and hurried over.
    “Ashley, you’re not going to believe it. The main water pipe broke about an hour ago. It’s a mess. From what I’ve learned, it will take a week to repair the damage. They’ll escort you inside to get whatever you can carry out, then we have to make other arrangements until the pipe is repaired.”
    Jeff watched the last trace of color drain from the woman’s face. Defeat clouded her eyes, making her tremble. Or maybe it was the fever.
    “I don’t have anywhere to go,” she whispered.
    The old lady patted her arm. “I’m in the same situation, dear. Not to worry. They’re opening a shelter. We’ll be fine there.”
    Maggie, the moppet with dark curls and a far-too-trusting smile, looked at her mother. “What’s a shelter, Mommy? Do they got kittens there? Real ones?”
    “I—I don’t know.”
    Ashley shifted her daughter’s weight, then stared at the gushing building. “I need to get my textbooks and notes. Clothes for us, some toys.”
    “They’ll escort you in,” the old woman said. “I’ll watch Maggie while you’re there.”
    Suddenly Ashley seemed to remember him. She turned and blinked. “Oh, Mr. Ritter. Thanks for the ride. I, um, guess I need to get my things out of your trunk.”
    She moved to the rear of the vehicle and waited until he’d popped open the trunk. When she swung the tote bag onto her shoulder, she had to take a quick step to steady herself.
    “Are you going to be all right?”
    The question surprised them both. Jeff hadn’t planned to ask it. He told himself that her situation wasn’t his problem. The woman would be fine in a shelter. His gaze drifted to the little girl all in pink. He was less sure about her doing well under those circumstances.
    “We’ll be great.” Ashley gave him a false smile. “You’ve been too kind already.”
    It was his cue to leave. Normally he would have melted into the crowd and been gone before anyone knew he was even there. Instead he lingered.
    “You can’t take her there,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “It’s not right.”
    “She’ll be fine,” Ashley assured him. “We’ll be fine together.”
    He told himself to step back, to not get involved. He told himself— “I’ll pay for a hotel room if you’d like.”
    Her eyes were an odd hazel color. Neither blue nor green. Not brown. Some swirling combination of all the colors.
    “You’ve been very kind already. Goodbye, Mr. Ritter.”
    She dismissed him. He accepted her decision, but before she took a step away, he slipped one of his business cards into her jacket pocket. It was an impulsive act, so unlike him. Later he would try to figure out why he’d bothered. Then he did what he was good at. He blended in, moving toward his car. In a matter of seconds, he was gone.
    *
    “You plan on joining the conversation anytime soon?”
    Jeff looked at his friend and partner, Zane Rankin, and shrugged. “I’m here.”
    “Physically. But you keep drifting off. Not like you at all.”
    Jeff returned