When the door opened and J.R. stepped out of the car, Darah actually took a step back. She hadn’t expected him to respond to her usual goading. His face was unreadable though from the look of his taut jaw, he wasn’t too happy with her choice of words. She took another step back when he walked the length of his car to stop in front of her.
But instead of reaming her for calling him names or being disrespectful, J.R. just stared at her with those piercing dark eyes of his. She shifted the weight from one foot to the other, staring at him, waiting for him to say something.
Then he sighed and shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re doing, Darah.”
She scowled instantly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said.” His dark gaze swept over her face, studying her and finding her inadequate.
She squeezed her fingers into fists. “What does that mean?”
J.R. blew out a breath, his gaze unwavering. “The minute I decide to treat you like an adult, you prove me wrong.”
Darah stiffened, his words echoing her brothers’ sentiments. Surprisingly, him saying it hurt more than she’d anticipated. It was obvious that her brothers would never see her as an adult, having raised her since she was twelve. But J.R.? She clenched her jaw. “I’d say the same for you since you’re the one running away. Like a coward.”
His eyes narrowed. “I am not running away.”
“Oh really? So you hiding in the pharmacy was what exactly?”
J.R. frowned. “You…”
“Yes, I saw you.” Darah put her hands on her hips and tilted her chin. “Someone might think I was forcing you to make the wisest choice here.”
He arched a brow. “I’m afraid to ask you what that choice might be.”
“Get married, duh.” Darah didn’t miss a beat. “You need to get married to please your dad, and my reason is obvious, of course.”
J.R. nodded without blinking. “Of course.”
Darah relaxed a little. Maybe she’d worn him down enough and he would actually consider—
“The problem is you thinking this is the wisest choice, or only choice for that matter.” J.R.’s gaze swept over her face. “Let’s ignore the fact that I have other sponsors who with the right persuasion could continue to fund the center. Let’s focus on you first.”
Darah frowned, not liking where this was going. J.R. was annoyingly analytical and had probably analyzed her situation even before knowing the full details. The most annoying part would be that he’d be close to the truth.
“Where’s the father?”
She huffed loudly to distract him from the stiffening of her shoulders. “Not this again.”
“Yes this again.” His brow furrowed. “Why you think I’d be a better candidate than the biological father is beyond me.”
“Maybe because you are.” Her cheeks warmed when he blinked at her. “I-I mean anyone besides that jerk would be a good candidate. Don’t get weird.”
“You proposing to get married in the first place is weird.”
Darah eyed him curiously. “Tell me the truth, J.R., what are you scared of?”
He arched a brow. “I’m not scared of anything, Darah.”
“Then why are you so bent on rejecting me?”
J.R. frowned. “I’m not rejecting you.”
Darah nodded, careful to look unfettered. “From day one when I told you how I felt—“
“You were young.”
She scowled. “I was eighteen! And before you start your rubbish talk about me being a minor, there are many eighteen-year-olds who got married right after high school.” Darah studied his indecipherable features, frustrated that even after ten years she couldn’t read what he was thinking. “Just be honest, you can’t handle me.”
Both brows shot up, eyes wide momentarily before J.R. slipped that mask back on. He let out an incredulous laugh. “I can’t handle you…?”
Darah tilted her chin. “You’re scared that I’ll be too much for you.”
J.R. smirked. “You have no idea.”
Her cheeks warmed as he stared with his hooded gaze. The heat traveled down her body and she bit her bottom lip. Her pulse quickened when his gaze dropped to her mouth.
“Does the kid know he’s gonna be a father?”
His words doused the heat from her body and she blew out a breath. “What’s this fascination about the father? I already told you he’s a nonfactor and should therefore not be mentioned.”
J.R. frowned. “That’s now how any of that works, Darah. Whether or not you want to accept it, the child’s biological father has an equal right to custody and could cause—”
Darah held a hand. “If I wanted legal advice, I’d have asked for it. Since I didn’t, keep it to yourself.”
His dark brows furrowed. “You’ve been ignoring me for years but the moment you’ve got the family on your case, I’m the first you thought to call?”
She then closed her mouth and folded her arms across her chest. “You’re insinuating that I need you to rescue me?”
He arched a brow. “Don’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I can handle my brothers just fine.”
“Still, raising a child on your own’s tougher. So tough you’re actually contemplating getting into a loveless marriage with just about anyone.”
She scowled. “You’re not just anyone! Stop acting like we’re strangers. I’ve known you for years.”
J.R. eyed her warily. “In any case, I won’t marry you.”
Darah stiffened visibly but recovered quickly with a smirk. “Alright.”
“Maybe one day I’ll explain—”
“Dude, it’s fine! I’ll be a fool to ask you again.” She spun on her heel and started for her car.
Her eyes stung with unshed tears and Darah slammed the car in frustration. After all these years she should’ve been immune to his snobbery towards her. No matter what she did, no matter how many years passed, he’d always look at her through the same lens as her brothers. She would never be anything more than immature, impulsive, quick-tempered and childish.
Sniffing back tears, Darah turned on the engine and reached for her seatbelt. Better to leave before he saw her crying and cement his jaded view of her. She would show him just how mature she was.
Her eyes drifted to his car, to him standing by the open door. He was on the phone, his back facing her.
Looking away, Darah snorted and dragged the seatbelt over her chest. “I’ll show him.” Her eyes drifted back to him. He didn’t enter his car to leave, instead leaning against the car. His back was bowed slightly as if he’d just received bad news.
She put the car in reverse, knowing he couldn’t leave until she did. The sooner she left, the sooner she could be away from such embarrassment. Her foot remained on the brake, eyes watching him.
His free hand moved to his head and remained there.
Darah quietly put the car in park and watched him. She hadn’t witnessed that frazzled pose from J.R. before. Something wasn’t right.
Then J.R. lowered the phone from his ear and rested his head against the car door.
She pressed the car horn. J.R. didn’t turn around. She huffed a breath and unbuckled her seatbelt. She pressed the horn again but J.R. refused to acknowledge her. Pushing the cardoor open, she stuck her head out. “What’s going on?”
He didn’t answer, didn’t lift his head.
Darah frowned, stepping out of the car. Her pulse quickened as she made her way to him. She stopped right behind him and put a hand to his bowed back. His body was taut and not just from his toned physique. She shook him slightly.
He jerked as though just realizing she was beside him, and shifted to face her.
Darah’s eyes widened at his glistening gaze. “A-are you crying?”
J.R. blinked to clear the haze and looked past her. “My father…”
Her pulse jumped and her hand clutched his shoulder. “What happened?”
“My God. Where is he? Why are you still here?”
J.R. shook his head, dazed.
Darah dropped her hand from his shoulder. “What hospital is he? Who’s with him?”
He just stared past her.
Clearly the news was grave or he would’ve said something. She’d never seen J.R. look so lost and it scared her. But the longer they tarried in the parking lot, the less time they’d have to reach his father.
Darah grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward her car. “Come. I’ll drive.”
“I’ll call once we arrive,” Darah said over the speaker in the car.
“J.R., we’re praying for your dad. Don’t lose heart, dear.” Phoebe spoke out, aware that J.R. was seated in the passenger’s seat of Darah’s car.
“Stay strong, brother,” Abe piped in.
J.R. didn’t answer to either and just stared out the window.
Darah glanced once at him and then reached for the phone. “Okay, let’s talk later. Bye.” She disconnected the call and sighed. “Don’t worry. I hear St. Luke’s a good hospital.”
He still didn’t answer and Darah looked his way, noting his taut jaw. “Are you worried?”
“Can we just not talk?” his voice was gravelly as though his throat was tight with holding back tears.
Darah nodded. “We could—“
She sighed and faced the road once more. They were only a few miles from the hospital but to Darah, and maybe even J.R., it felt like they were too far. She pressed on the accelerator.
Her lips twitched and she raised her foot slightly. Even in his frazzled state, he still had a mind to worry about her. She squeezed the steering wheel and said a quiet prayer for J.R. and his father, not knowing what happened except that his father collapsed at home and was rushed to the nearest hospital.
Minutes later, Darah pulled up in front of the hospital’s front. “Go ahead. I’ll park and come find you.”
J.R. grunted his reply as he unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly exited the car.
Darah watched him race for the sliding doors into the hospital lobby. She sighed and drove toward the parking lot. Her phone rang just as she pulled into a parking spot and she groaned, reading Bart’s caller ID. “Yeah?” she answered on the third ring, stepping out of the car.
“St. Luke’s. But I don’t think he wants all of us there.”
“We’ll be there in an hour. Gotta put the kids in bed first.”
Darah slung the bag over her shoulder. “Abe and Phoebe coming too?”
“Is that even a question to ask? Stay with him until we get there, then we’ll switch off.”
“I’m not leaving him.” She stepped onto the sidewalk. “Stay with your family.”
Bart was quiet for just a moment. “I’m not going to read into that now. We’ll be there shortly.”
Darah rolled her eyes as she crossed the walkway to the hospital entrance. “Yeah okay. Gotta go.” She disconnected the call before her brother changed his mind and hurried through the sliding doors to find the emergency ward and J.R.
She found him standing beside a doctor dressed in scrubs, a nurse and another woman dressed in street clothes. Eyes on J.R. alone, she meandered over, catching the tail end of the doctor’s words.
“… to monitor his vitals.”
J.R. dragged a hand over his tousled hair and Darah fought reaching out for his hand. “How long?”
The doctor, a white-haired gentleman of Arab descent, raised his bushy brows. “…long?”
“He means how long has it been this way?” the willowy woman dressed in street clothes asked, and for the first time, Darah noticed how close she stood beside J.R. and the hand she placed on his back. “It doesn’t make sense that Uncle L.J. would be in such a poor state.”
Although the woman referred to J.R.’s dad as Uncle, Darah stiffened when J.R. heaved a sigh and the woman rubbed his back. Clearing her throat, she stepped forward, attracting everyone’s attention. She gave them a smile. “Is everything alright?”
The doctor and nurse exchanged curious glances.
J.R glanced once at Darah before nodding at the doctor. “She’s with me. When can I see my father?”
Darah noticed the willowy woman’s hand drop from J.R.’s back and fought back a smile. It wasn’t appropriate in this case. She watched J.R.’s profile and had to hold herself from reaching for his hand.
“Since he’s stable now, I’ll have Nurse Wells get you signed in.” The doctor glanced once at Darah. “Family for now though.”
J.R. nodded and blindly reached for Darah’s hand. “That’s fine. She’s my fiancée.”
Darah wasn’t sure who gasped, her or the woman standing by J.R.’s side or both. All that mattered in that moment was J.R.’s hand gripping hers. She swallowed the gasp and squeezed his hand back.