Now they were late picking up Jason so Prentice couldn’t drop her off at Fergus’s first. And Jason would be waiting for Prentice and likely worried. And Isabella hadn’t given herself time to think about what she would do or say when she saw Prentice again (or Jason). Even though it took ages to get there, all her thoughts had been centered on getting to Sally. She hadn’t let herself think of Prentice or, she knew, she would have lost what little courage she had and she would never have come.
And more, she was sleep-deprived, jetlagged, her short nap had exacerbated that and she felt muddled.
Not muddled enough not to want to push Annie off the nearest cliff for getting Isabella stuck in a car with a weary, unhappy Prentice who hated her again though.
On this thought, the school came in sight.
Jason was outside with some boys, unenthusiastically kicking around a soccer ball.
One of his friends saw Prentice’s Range Rover and jerked his chin to Jason.
Jason’s head turned, he caught sight of his father’s car, started to wave to his friends and then his eyes locked on Isabella.
His arm dropped and he started running to the car.
Oh dear.
She didn’t know what to expect.
Whatever it was, she had no choice but to tough it out and she had Annie to thank for that too.
When Prentice stopped the car, Isabella got out.
Jason skidded to a halt in front of her and shouted, “You came back!”
This was an interesting greeting, one, in her muddled state, she couldn’t quite decipher.
“Jason,” she said softly.
He dashed forward and threw his arms around her, giving her a fierce hug right in front of his friends.
This was a far better greeting.
Isabella relaxed, let his hug warm away some of the coldness that had imprisoned her heart since she drove away from Jason’s father three weeks ago, put a hand to the back of his neck and closed her eyes.
She opened them when he pulled away and proclaimed, “I knew you’d come back. I knew it when you sent me that book.”
“Jason,” she repeated, wanting to say something. She had no earthly clue what but she knew she should say something.
Jason interrupted her by jerking his head to the side and announcing, “Dad, she’s back!”
“I know, Jace,” Prentice’s deep voice answered and Isabella looked toward the sound to see he’d joined them.
The happiness in Jason’s face faded and he looked back at Isabella.
“Do you know about Sally?”
She nodded. “Yes, honey, we’ve just been at the hospital.”
“Did you come to see her?” Jason asked.
Isabella nodded.
“She’ll be happy to see you when she wakes up,” Jason declared and Isabella swallowed and forced herself not to look at Prentice.
“I hope so,” Isabella replied.
“Get in the car, Jace. We’ve got to take Elle to Fergus’s before we get tea.”
Prentice started to move back around the car and Isabella began to turn to get in but both of them noticed that Jason didn’t move.
They both turned to Jason.
“Jace, mate, in the car,” Prentice reiterated.
“Why’s Miss Bella going to Fergus’s?” Jason asked, looking confused and, for some reason, borderline angry.
“She’s staying there,” Prentice answered.
“Why?” Jason asked, now borderline belligerent.
“Because the last time I was here I didn’t get to spend any time with him,” Isabella explained.
“But… you stay with us,” he replied as if she’d been a frequent visitor since the time of his infancy and regularly was their guest.
Isabella’s heart started racing.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“When you’re here,” he answered. “You stay with us when you’re here.”
“Jace –” Prentice began.
Jason was not to be denied.
Definitely belligerent, he asked Isabella, “Are you here to see Fergus or are you here to see Sally and Dad and me?”
“Jason –” she began.
He cut her off by demanding, “Well?”
“Mate, she’s staying at Fergus’s,” Prentice said firmly.
“No, she’s not. She stays with us. She’s here because Sally’s hurt. She’s here to take care of us. She can’t take care of us at Fergus’s.”
Isabella took a step forward, saying, “Yes, I can, I’ll rent a car and –”
Jason took a step back, locked his ten year old boy’s body and shouted, “You’re staying with us!”
Isabella stopped moving.
Then she drew in a breath.
Then she chanced a glance at Prentice.
His jaw was tight and she saw a muscle tick there. She’d never seen Prentice’s jaw do that but she figured it was probably not good.
Prentice’s eyes sliced to her and he shocked her to her core when he jerked his chin and ordered, “Call Fergus.”
“I don’t –” Isabella started but stopped when Prentice’s head slanted sharply to the side and his face went hard.
Now, she decided, staring into his hard face, was not the time to defy Prentice Cameron.
Therefore she whispered, “I’ll call Fergus.”
* * * * *
Fiona
Fiona was plucking at her guitar in the children’s playroom when she sensed their return.
Quick as a flash, she dematerialized and materialized in the great room.
The hospital was outside the village limits.
Fiona couldn’t get there, no matter how hard she tried (and she’d tried hard).
She wanted news of Sally.
She watched the door open and stared at Prentice holding four carrier bags of groceries, two in each hand.
Fiona continued to stare.
Groceries?
Prentice had been to the grocery store once since Bella left mainly because it took that long to eat through the abundant provisions Bella had purchased when she’d been there.
Fiona watched as he stopped, jerked his head at something behind him and then her ghostly mouth dropped open when Bella walked through the door, carrying a bag in each hand.
Fiona would have been surprised that Bella was even there but she was too busy being more surprised that Bella looked like hell.
Bella always looked good.
Once, way back in the day, Bella got a summer cold that took her out of commission for a few days. When Fiona and her ex-boyfriend Scott had come ‘round to Prentice’s Mum’s place to see her, Bella had been lounging on the couch, nestled in Prentice’s arms. She’d been, reportedly, sick as a dog but she’d looked fabulous.