This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Valentina's Miracle (Blossom Creek 1)
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2018 Paige Warren
"You want a table or a booth?" the waitress asked.
Max tugged on her hand. "Can we have a booth, Momma?"
The waitress nodded. "I know just the spot."
She grabbed a menu and three rolls of silverware before leading the way to a booth in the window. Max and Katy both needed booster seats, but once they were settled, Valentina slid into the other side. She was so damn tired the words on the menu ran together and turned into black fuzzy blotches, but she fought to focus and remain upright. Her kids needed her.
She read off the menu choices they could afford and let Max pick his meal. Katy hardly ever ate anything but mashed potatoes and mac 'n cheese. As much as Valentina wanted to order the biggest burger with the largest order of fries on the menu, she settled for a cup of soup and some crackers.
After she placed their order, the waitress returned with some paper and crayons for the kids.
"Thought they might want something to do while you wait for your food," the woman said. "I'm Barb. Just holler if you need anything."
"Thank you," Valentina said with a tired smile.
When their food was delivered, Barb set down a large salad with chunks of grilled chicken and a side of ranch. Valentina opened her mouth to protest that she hadn't ordered it when the woman held up a hand.
"You need more than soup," Barb said. "Won't do your kids any good if you pass out from hunger."
Valentina's cheeks flushed.
"You sticking around town or passing through?" Barb asked.
"I thought we'd stay for a while."
"Diner's closing in an hour. Why don't you wait until the customers are gone, and if you'd like, you can help me close up. I'll pay you cash."
Valentina's face burned with embarrassment as she nodded in agreement. Was it noticeable that they were on their last leg? She hated accepting charity, but if Barb would let her work for the salad and a few extra dollars to get them by a little longer, she couldn't say no. They ate their food and the kids colored a little more while they waited for the diner to empty. When the last customer had walked out, Barb locked the door and flipped the sign to Closed.
"You ever worked in a diner before?" Barb asked.
Barb snorted. "None of that ma'am nonsense. Just call me Barb. I'm going to let you refill the napkins and condiments at each table. Then you can sweep and mop the floor. I'll be in the kitchen helping Hank prep for tomorrow. Come on. I'll show you where everything is."
It took almost two hours for Valentina to get everything done, and her kids had fallen asleep at the table by the time she was finished. Barb insisted on paying her twenty dollars in addition to the salad she'd already provided, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Valentina pocketed the money and carried her kids to the car one at a time, fastening them back into their car seats. She had no idea where they'd go for the night, but fatigue pulled at her.
Valentina drove until she found a darkened parking lot by a large building marked Gleason Auto. It seemed to be closed for the night, and she hoped to blend in with the other cars in the lot waiting for repairs. She turned off her headlights and shut off the engine. She'd have to wake in an hour and run it again to warm the car back up, but she didn't have enough gas to leave it running all night.
She reclined her seat a little and closed her eyes, after making sure the doors were all locked and the windows all the way up. Her body felt like lead weights were pulling her down and her eyes burned from exhaustion. She knew pushing herself so hard wasn't good for the baby, but she had little choice right now. Barb hadn't mentioned a permanent position tonight, which meant Valentina would have to spend some of her money on a local paper and see if any jobs were posted. It was that or walk up and down the main strip checking with every store along the way. Not that she had any idea what she'd do with her kids while she worked. She couldn't afford daycare without a job, but she couldn't work without someone to watch the kids.
Valentina let sleep pull her down, sleeping harder than she had in days. A slight chill in the air woke her a while later. Valentina looked into the backseat, and her heart lurched when she saw how flushed Katy looked. Her daughter had kicked off her blanket at some point and shivered in her car seat. Max still dozed, but looked fine. Valentina got out of the car and opened the back door. Katy was burning with fever, but Max felt cool to the touch. Her heart ached as she realized her heavy sleeping had likely gotten her child sick, since she hadn't been awake to turn the heat back on, all because she couldn't afford a motel room.
Booted steps came toward her and she spun to face the person, her hand at her throat as her heart raced. A man, who didn't look much older than her twenty-two years had a scowl on his face as he approached. Despite the cold February air, his short sleeve shirt displayed the tattoos on his arms. The man drew nearer and brushed his long hair out of his face.
"This is private property," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
Not another bad boy, Valentina. Get a grip. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize we were trespassing."
"We?" he asked as he came to a stop in front of her. The man peered around her shoulder and his eyes widened a little when he saw her kids in the backseat. "Holy shit. Did you sleep in your car last night?"
Valentina's cheeks burned. "Yes."
"Bring the kids inside and warm them up," he said, turning to head toward Gleason Auto. "I have some hot chocolate they can drink."
She bit her lip. "Is there a free clinic in town?"
He paused and turned to face her again. "A free clinic?"
"My daughter. I think she's sick."
The man came closer again, peering into the backseat. "Blossom Creek doesn't have a free clinic. Do you not have insurance?"
"No, we don't."
"Old Doc Johnson owes me a favor. Bring your kids inside and I'll have him stop by on his way to his office this morning. The three of you can get warm while you wait."
"I don't even know you. Why are you helping us?" Valentina asked.
"Let's just say I have a soft spot for kids. Why isn't your husband here helping you?"
"I'm not married," she said softly.
"And their dad?"
"Max's dad left two years ago. Katy's dad took off right after I told him I was pregnant."
"Two different dads?" he asked, his eyebrows lifted.
Valentina placed a hand on her stomach. "Three."
He studied her a moment and seemed to come to some sort of decision. "You need help getting the kids inside?"
"You're still going to help us?"
"Figure someone should. Sounds like you're the type to attract assholes."
Valentina bit her lip. He wasn't wrong.
"My name's Jesse Jameson, almost like the outlaw, and I promise you and the kids are safe with me."