Christmas on 4th Street
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“He didn’t like that you were different. He didn’t understand you.”
“He still doesn’t.”
“Men want their sons to be like them. It’s difficult to let that go.”
“Now you sound like Felicia,” he said.
She chuckled. “Wow, that’s an amazing compliment. But you know I’m right. Your dad was raised to believe in honor and service. He’s old-fashioned. If it’s not his way, it’s wrong.”
He nodded as he leaned back against the sofa. The kitten had curled up on his chest and fallen asleep. He folded his arm across his chest to hold it in place.
“He needs to get over that,” Gabriel told her. “And before you tell me he’s probably not going to, I already figured that out. I guess...” He paused. “I guess I don’t like knowing how much I disappoint him. Rather than deal with that, I stay away.”
“You’re a doctor,” she said, thinking Norm had to reconsider his standards.
“I’m not a soldier.”
“Well, he’s stupid.” She snuggled closer. “I’m sorry your dad makes it hard for you to be with your family.”
“I’m going to stay in touch with Gideon more. He’s made a life for himself here. Carter’s great and who wouldn’t love Felicia? In a brotherly way, of course.”
“You’d better add that,” she teased. “Otherwise, your brother will snap you into teeny, tiny pieces.”
“I know. Good for him.”
There was something in Gabriel’s voice, she thought. Was he wistful? Was he wishing he could find what his brother had? Love? A place to belong?
All questions designed to make her crazy, she reminded herself. Gabriel was leaving. Even if he was staying, she didn’t think he was the least bit interested in getting involved on a permanent basis. He’d made that clear, and she would be wise to listen when he—
Her cell phone rang.
She stood and crossed to the foyer table, where she’d left it. She set down her kitten before answering.
“Hello?”
“Noelle? This is Police Chief Barns. We have a situation up on the mountain. There’s been an avalanche. It’s a big one and there were a lot of people skiing and snowboarding. There are going to be injuries. I’m calling to find out if you know where Gabriel Boylan is. Mayor Marsha says he’s a trauma specialist. We’re going to need that.”
The police chief spoke so calmly, Noelle almost didn’t take in the meaning of her words. Then reality slammed into her and for a second, she thought she was going to faint or maybe throw up.
“He’s here,” she said, turning to walk back to the sofa. But Gabriel was already at her side.
“What is it?” he asked.
She handed him the phone.
He took it and listened. While she had a feeling she’d gone pale, he stayed calm. After asking a couple of questions, he got the location and said he would be right there. He was already moving before he’d hung up.
“Stay here,” he told her. “I know you want to help but you’ll get in the way on the mountain. Organize in town. People will need help. Not just those hurt, but family members.”
She understood what he meant. “I’ll do what I can from here.”
He handed her his kitten, then kissed her on the mouth and was out the door before she could catch her breath. She stared out the window, watching him drive away.
She didn’t know much about snow or avalanches, but she had a feeling the outcome could be devastating. She picked up her cell phone and started making calls.
Chapter 13
The sky above the Gold Rush Ski Lodge and Resort was an impossible shade of blue. The roads were plowed, the temperature in the high twenties. It was the perfect day for skiing or snowboarding. But with the recent storm, feet of new snow had fallen on layers of older snow. Gabriel would guess some of those layers had been more powdery, with a few inches of wet snow sandwiched in between. Then the recent dump had added weight and an avalanche was born.
He followed several police cars and two ambulances into the parking lot. People were milling about, most dressed in heavy parkas and ski pants. He pulled off to the side and parked, then sprinted toward what was obviously the command center.
“Dr. Gabriel Boylan,” he said, identifying himself to a tall female firefighter who was directing people. “Trauma specialist.”
“Good,” she said and pointed to the large hotel. “The ballroom is in the back. They’re turning it into a trauma center. You’re going to be in charge of triage.”
“How many people are missing?”
The woman—her badge said C. Dixon—grimaced. “We don’t know. The police are running license plates from the parking lots to get names right now. We have locals, people who drive up for the day and those staying in town. A lot of schools broke early for the holidays. There could be two or three hundred people on the mountain near the avalanche. They could all be fine....” She swallowed. “Or not.”
He nodded and took off in the direction she’d pointed. He had to identify himself a couple more times before being let into the hotel. From there it was an easy jog to the giant ballroom.
Emergency supplies were already being put in place. Trucks had backed up to the ballroom and were unloading supplies. As he watched, gurneys and IV stands were being put along one wall.
“Gabriel!”
He turned and saw Felicia hurrying toward him. She flung herself at him and hung on.
“Gideon and Carter were out snowboarding,” she said. Her body trembled as she spoke. “Your parents were skiing, but I’ve already talked to them and they’re fine. It was suggested I go with them, but I’m not good with those kinds of sports.” She raised her head and looked at him, tears filling her green eyes. “A ridiculous thing to say. It’s the shock and worry, but still. Who cares if I can’t ski?”
He grabbed her by the shoulders and stared at her. “Breathe,” he told her. “Breathe. You need to focus. Whatever has happened, you can’t change it. But you can make a difference by helping with the logistics. Not just for Gideon and Carter, but for everyone else. We need you to stay strong.”
Not the tack he would have taken with anyone else, he thought. But Felicia tended to live in her head.
For a second he thought she might burst into tears, but instead she seemed to pull herself together. “You’re right. I have excellent organizational skills. Those will help everyone. Me falling apart will not.”
“They’ve found people,” someone yelled.
The huge ballroom went still for a heartbeat, then all the volunteers started moving. Gabriel hesitated for a second, but Felicia pushed him away.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Go. You’re needed.”
He headed for the medical team by the equipment and identified himself. He pulled on a spare white coat and opened one of the large medical travel kits. Less than five minutes later, two people were carried in. They were both in their twenties, and he didn’t recognize them. The woman was unconscious, while the man insisted he was fine.
“Broken leg on that one,” one of the people helping the man said. “We don’t know about her.”
Gabriel was already moving toward her. Everything around him faded as he began his examination.
* * *
Gabriel was conscious of the passage of time, but only in the sense that it was moving forward. He had no idea if he’d been working ten minutes or ten hours. The injured came in clusters. Two here, five there. Most of the injuries were minor, although a few people had been buried in snow for some time. He diagnosed broken bones, hypothermia and shock. One woman came in screaming for her son, who had suffered little more than a few cuts and bruises.
As she fell across her teenager and babbled about how grateful she was, Gabriel told himself to be patient. That she couldn’t understand how compared to a rocket-propelled grenade or an IED, this was nothing. That any loss of life would be minimal and most of the injuries minor.
Still, the work was gratifying. More medical personnel joined him. A tall, scarred man introduced himself as Dr. Simon Bradley. Gabriel remembered him being mentioned and knew he was a plastic surgeon who specialized in burns. Gabriel directed him to where those with cuts were being patched up.
Mayor Marsha arrived, accompanied by three big guys in what looked like survival gear.
“They’re from CDS,” one of the nurses said. “The bodyguard school. They’ll be helping with the search.”
“We need avalanche dogs,” another nurse said. “The town is getting so big. Things like that are important.”
There was more conversation, but he didn’t listen. Not while he had patients. He examined the older woman who was next in line. She was awake and alert.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, testing her pupils, then reaching for his stethoscope.
“Foolish. I could see the snow coming down the mountain, but couldn’t ski out of the way fast enough. I got caught on the edge. I’m a little shaken, but nothing is broken.”
He confirmed her self-diagnosis, then sent her over to the group who were probably okay but needed observation. He turned to go to the next patient only to see they had a temporary lull. Just then Carter came walking into the ballroom with his dad. There was a teenaged boy between them who was limping. Gabriel hurried over.
“Have you seen Felicia?” he asked.
Carter grinned. “She about squeezed all the air out of us. She was really worried.” He sounded pleased by the information. “This is my friend Reese. We weren’t in the avalanche. Reese slipped on some ice.”
“I’m fine,” his friend protested. “My ankle hurts. It’s no big deal.”
“I’ll check him out,” Gabriel told his brother. “How’s it going out there?”
“A couple of people are missing. Teams are heading out to find them. Considering how bad it could have been, we got lucky.”
* * *
Noelle found talking on the phone while keeping an eye on Pia Moreno was harder than it sounded. Felicia had been calling from the hotel and updating the head count. Families found themselves needing to stay in town unexpectedly. Hotel rooms had to be located and reserved.
Brew-haha had been converted into a command center. Laptops and notepads covered the tables. There was a cell-phone charging station by the front counter and dry erase boards on wheels were constantly updated with injury counts, available hotel rooms and emergency information.
Pia, the person previously in charge of festivals, had waddled in, insisting she could help. As she knew everyone and everything about the town, that was probably true. But she was also days or possibly hours away from giving birth.
Noelle finished her call, then turned to Pia. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look really uncomfortable.”
Pia rested her hand on her belly. “Trust me, this is nothing. Last time I was pregnant with twins. Now that was huge. By comparison, this is easy. Don’t worry. I’m keeping my feet up and staying hydrated. Raoul is checking on me every fifteen minutes, and I’m not exaggerating about that. I’m fine.”
She looked down at her notes. “I have information on a vacation rental for Mr. and Mrs. Boylan. They’re staying with Gideon. Is it available?”
“Gabriel’s been using it, but I can clear out his stuff for a couple of nights.”
Pia raised her eyebrows. “So it’s like that, is it?”
“For the moment.”
“I’ll put his place on the list and let you know if we need it.”
Noelle briefly wondered if she should say anything to Gabriel, then decided it didn’t matter. He would be fine with what she’d done. And if he wasn’t, she would remind him it was only for a couple of nights.
Love as empowerment, she thought with a smile.
Madeline, Isabel’s assistant, put down her phone. “The last missing person has been found,” she announced. “We have serious injuries, but so far no deaths.”
Pia sighed. “Thank goodness.” She raised her voice. “All right, people, we need more beds for tonight. Get back to those calls.”
* * *
The hospital emergency room was more controlled chaos than the hotel ballroom had been, Gabriel thought as he walked inside. With the last of the missing skiers recovered, the search-and-rescue volunteers had been recalled and their vehicles had been put to use as patient transport.
As Gabriel walked through the busy waiting area, he heard a couple of people talking about the new hospital that was being built and how the town needed it. Families clustered together, looking relieved or worried, depending on the condition of their loved one.
He went to the front desk and identified himself, telling the nurse he would be available if extra help was needed. She looked harried and nodded as he spoke.
“We might be calling you,” she said. “Are you going to stick around for a while?”
“Until the crisis is past.”
She took down his cell number, then turned to the next person waiting. Gabriel glanced at the signage on the walls, thinking he would go find some coffee. Before he could, a dark-haired man walked up to him.
“Justice Garrett,” the man said. “From CDS.”
Gabriel shook his hand. “The bodyguard school.”
Justice sighed. “We’re never going to get them to stop calling it that, are we?”
Gabriel grinned. “Not in this town. How can I help you?”
“Just wanted to introduce myself. My fiancée, Patience, is friends with Noelle.” He gave a casual shrug. “Obviously, they talk.”