Bonnie - Iris Johansen [119]
“Stop frowning.” Catherine was studying her expression. “Be happy, dammit. You deserve it.”
“So do you. Where are you going?”
“Home to Luke for a while. Then I promised Venable I’d do a job in Peru. A very short job. I’ll stop by your place at the lake on my way.” She started to turn away, then said, “Bonnie. You’re taking her home?”
She nodded. “I’m going to ask Father Barnabas to do the service.”
“I want to be there.”
Eve nodded. “I’ll let you know. If you’re not in South America.”
“Screw South America. I’ll be there.” She moved down the corridor toward the elevators.
* * *
“YOU LOOK TIRED,” BEN SAID. “Maybe you should go to bed.”
Joe’s gaze flew to the boy’s face. Ben’s eyes were open, and he seemed clear and coherent. Amazing, considering that they’d loaded him with sedatives and antibiotics.
“I’m fine.” He made a face. “I was just thinking that I hated hospitals. I just got out of one myself.” He smiled. “And you’re the one who should be tired. You went through a couple hours of surgery to put you back together. How do you feel?”
Ben thought about it. “Sore. A little dizzy. But better than when I fell down the steps when I was trying to help Mrs. Smythe.”
“That’s good. I think.” He paused. “Ted Danner is dead. I couldn’t stop it, Ben.”
Ben nodded. “She said it was going to happen, that it was his time, but that it wouldn’t be bad for him. She was worried about you.”
“So you decided to trail along and help?”
“She was worried,” he repeated. “I don’t like Bonnie to worry. It makes me worry.”
“So you took a bullet for me.”
“Ted didn’t mean it. He must have been … excited. Sometimes he got upset.”
“That was pretty obvious.”
“You’re still mad at him. But he didn’t hurt Eve.”
There was no use arguing with the boy. What difference did it make? Ben’s loyalty might have been misplaced, but the quality itself was admirable. There had probably not been that many people in his life who had shown him the kindness Danner had. “No, Eve is fine.”
“That’s good.” Ben’s lids were beginning to close. “I’m going to go to sleep now.”
“You do that.” He paused. “I was wondering when you got out of here what you planned to do.”
“Go back to the camp.”
“You like it there?”
He smiled. “Yes. I told you, I’m good at what I do.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come and work for me. We could work something out.”
Ben’s eyes opened. “Why?”
Joe shrugged. “I have a place on a lake. There’s always work to do.”
Ben stared at him for a long moment. “You need me?” He shook his head. “You don’t need me. You feel bad and want to give me something. A job is like a present sometimes.”
“And sometimes it starts out as a gift and becomes something else entirely. As I said, we could work it out. Think about it.”
“Maybe.” Ben closed his eyes. “But I shouldn’t do it just because I’d like to do it. That would be wrong.… You’d have to need me.…”
He was asleep again.
Joe leaned back in the chair. He shouldn’t have assumed it would be easy to get Ben to take a job where Joe could keep an eye on him. Ben was a mixture of simplicity and sudden flashes of sharpness that came out of nowhere.
He should probably just allow the boy to go back to the job he liked and forget about taking him under his wing. The camp was a safe environment, and Joe usually wasn’t this protective.
Hell, no. He’d worry about Ben.
That was what Ben had said about Bonnie, he remembered suddenly. She would worry.…
A connection?
He couldn’t rule it out. All connections seemed to be centered around Bonnie.
But it didn’t change anything. Joe still wanted Ben where he could watch over him.
And that meant he had to sit here and think of a way to create a position for Ben that would convince him that he would be totally indispensable.
Providence Canyon
THE SUN WAS GOING DOWN as Eve took the last turn up the canyon ridge.
“I’m on my way, Bonnie.”
“I know you are, Mama. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Then you should have come to me.”
“I wanted you here. I wanted to show you the sun setting over my valley.”
“Your valley?”
“It’s my valley,