Another Woman's Son. Anna Adams
house? Doesn’t it belong to Will?”
“You haven’t changed that much.”
“Pardon me?”
Isabel almost laughed at Leah’s stronger, affronted tone. “You’re protective,” she said, “of Will. I’ll let you know what the attorney says about the house.”
“And everything else.”
Just like that, her attitude wasn’t so funny. Isabel still owned the things she’d brought into her marriage. “You have nothing to worry about, Leah.”
“Why are you staying at your sister’s house?”
Just the question to turn the knife in Isabel’s wounds. “Ben asked me and I want to spend time with Tony.”
“Don’t you care what people will think? After all, you and Will were separated.”
“What are you implying, Leah?”
“I’m worried about my son’s reputation. You should be, too. I know you had problems, but he loved you.”
That bastard. He’d probably fed his mother the same story he’d given Ben—that Isabel had cheated on him. He’d never realized he didn’t have to hide his flaws from Leah. She refused to see them anyway. Eventually, he’d have persuaded her Faith was a victim he’d saved from a bad marriage, too.
“I loved Will, Leah. Let’s leave it at that. I need to get off the phone and go start on the house.”
“If I come stay with you, will you move back in?”
The threat didn’t scare Isabel. Leah hadn’t even come to her beloved child’s funeral. She’d hire an attorney before she’d travel all the way to Virginia to grab her share of Will’s belongings.
“Sure,” Isabel said. “Let me know when you’re coming.”
Her mother-in-law was silent for several seconds, no doubt planning her next offensive. Isabel smiled. “You’ll fill me in on what you’re doing?” Leah took another tack. “You should call me each evening.”
“I’ll have Ray Paine give you an update.”
“Ray? He’s Will’s attorney.”
“And mine, and I wish you wouldn’t crowd me, Leah.”
Again, she fell silent. “Let’s not argue, honey. We won’t pretend I didn’t think you were wrong for Will. Maybe I was right, maybe not, but you’re all I have left of my boy, and I don’t want to lose you. Maybe I’m trying to make sure you don’t cut all ties with me.”
“By accusing me of burglary?” Any non-succubus would know that was a mistake.
“I don’t want you to cut me out. I have the right to make demands.” The bubble of her arrogance deflated. “I hate situations I can’t control.”
A family trait. “I don’t like people who try to manage me. And being called a criminal puts me off, Leah. Why don’t you say what you mean instead of playing games?”
“Would you believe me if I told you how much I care about you?”
Care seemed like a strong word for what Leah appeared to feel, but she was trying to preserve their tenuous connection. Will must not have told Leah the “Isabel cheated” story after all. Leah would never forgive disloyalty to her son. “I might suspect you had an ulterior motive.”
“I do care. I’m protective of my son’s things, but you were part of his life. I wish I’d been nicer to you while you and Will were married.”
Leah had stopped making sense, but Isabel couldn’t turn her back on Will’s mother. Grief could make a woman talk crazy. “Don’t worry, okay? I won’t take anything that belongs to Will, and I won’t disappear without telling you.”
“You’re the only person I can talk to about…”
“Shh, Leah. Don’t upset yourself. Is anyone staying with you?”
“Janet’s here.” A friend who’d shown her the ropes of being a popular Philadelphia wife. Janet had never liked Isabel, either.
“Go do something with her awhile. Something that takes some energy.”
“You mean like shopping?”
Isabel laughed. She’d had silver polishing or cooking breakfast in mind. “Whatever keeps you busy. You don’t have to deal with everything today. Work your way into getting used to—” She couldn’t say Will’s death. “To what’s happened.”
“I think you’re right.”
It never took much work to persuade Leah to pamper herself. “I’ll call you later.”
“Thanks. And I’m grateful for the advice, too. We’ll talk soon. I still wouldn’t mind knowing what you plan to do about my son’s things.”
Leah couldn’t stop, and Isabel wasn’t a saint. For now a call was the best she could offer.
“POCK, DADDY, POCK!”
Which translated to Take me to the park across the street, Dad. Ben wiped cereal off the wall and picked more out of Tony’s hair. “Just a minute, Son. Let me chisel the kitchen clean first.”
At least he’d stopped begging for his “Iz-bell.”
Just as Ben wiped the last splat of cereal off the counter behind Tony’s high chair, Isabel came into the kitchen, like a woman taking possession of enemy territory.
“Morning,” she said, her cheerfulness obviously an act.
How had Leah put her in this mood?
“My Iz-bell.” Tony kicked so hard the whole chair rocked. Ben and Isabel reached for him at the same time.
“Let me.” Her eyes, soft with love, distracted Ben. His house felt starved for love.
Isabel eased his cooing son out of the high chair. Tony wrapped his legs around her as if he were either wrestling or claiming her for all eternity.
“I love you, baby.” She said it with wonder. That was the worst thing about cheating spouses. They made you forget what kind of person you were.
“You really thought you could stop loving him?” Ben’s throat tightened as Tony planted a wet, cereal-specked kiss on Isabel’s cheek. She looked at Ben, eyes wet.
The heavy air inside his house seemed to lighten.
“I’d better take him.” Ben reached for his boy. “You’re still going out?”
Nodding, Isabel stared at Tony as if she couldn’t get enough of him. Giggling, Tony burrowed his face into her hair. “He’s fine, despite what he must have seen in that accident.” She hugged him again until he wriggled. “You can have him in a sec, and then I have to call Ray before I go.”
“Why?” He didn’t want to hear anything more about this legacy idea. He wet a paper towel with warm water and tried to clean some of the detritus his son had rubbed on her cheek and neck.
The way she set her stubborn jaw equipped him with plenty of elbow grease. “I want to discuss setting up a trust fund for Tony, and while I was talking to Leah I realized I’d better find out for sure about my legal rights.”
“Don’t think you can run over me about Will’s money. No one provides for my son except me.”
“Be sensible. You can’t see the future. Who’d have believed three months ago that all this was waiting for us? When Tony grows up, he might need—and want— Will’s legacy.”
“Will always said you hated business matters.” He closed in again, trying to finish the cleanup.
“What Will actually meant was