Guarding the Heiress. Debra Webb
needed to enjoy her final few days of true privacy, because as soon as the media got wind of her existence any real privacy would be a thing of the past.
“ISN’T YOUR FRIEND getting out?” her dad asked.
Eddi shook her head and refrained from correcting her father as to the friend remark. “He said he’d give me some space.”
She was really glad Mr. Cooper had stuck by his word. She needed these few moments with her father. Needed to reassure him and herself.
“So Mom’s taking this okay,” she ventured. When she’d first arrived home and found her father sitting on the front steps she’d almost panicked. The thought that something could have happened to her mother while she was selfishly demanding answers from Mr. Cooper hadn’t occurred to her. And it should have. Usually Eddi wasn’t as thoughtless as that. But today had been a little extreme all the way around.
“She’s okay,” her father said quietly. “She’s lying down now.”
Eddi nodded. “That’s good.” She bent her knees and clasped her arms around them, then braced her chin there. “You know this is all just absolutely bizarre, don’t you?”
Her father nodded. “But it’s true. Your mother and I wanted to protect you, but maybe we should have told you a long time ago.”
“I don’t want to know now,” Eddi argued. “Why would I have wanted to know before?”
Her father smiled and her heavy heart lifted just a little. “Well, now, I don’t think I could have put it any better myself. It’s a bit of a thorny patch, that’s a fact.” He rested his gaze on hers. “But we love you. We’ve always loved you. If we made a mistake, it was in the name of love.”
She hugged her father then. Hugged him with all her might. “You didn’t make a mistake.” She drew back and blinked away the confounded mist that clouded her vision. She didn’t want him to see her cry. “Don’t ever think it, not for a second. Okay?”
He nodded hesitantly. “But your grandmother Solange could have offered you much more than we have.”
Eddi laughed to keep from crying. “Now, what would I do with a jewelry empire? If it won’t stop a leak in old Mrs. Fairbanks’s toilet, what good is it?”
Her father managed a strained laugh at that. “I guess you have a point there, girlie.”
His expression turned somber once more and the silence lengthened. Eddi felt certain that he didn’t know where to take the conversation from here any more than she did. What did one say at a time like this?
“You know this isn’t going to go away just because you want it to,” he said eventually, his tone as grim as she felt at the moment.
She nodded. “I know.” She hugged her knees to her chest once more. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Well.” Her father scratched his head and considered the question for a time. “It seems to me that you owe it to yourself as well as your grandmother to get to know her.”
“I already have the best two grandmothers anyone could want,” Eddi protested. “What do I need with another?”
“Look here, girlie.” Her father looped an arm around her slumped shoulders. “You deserve better than to be a plumber the rest of your life.” He shushed her with a firm look when she would have rebutted. “Slaving away at that hardware isn’t the answer either. I want better for you same as my daddy wanted better for me. We’re scarcely hanging on to that old place anyway. It’s past time I sold out and retired.” He lifted one shoulder and let it fall. “Truth is, I’ve only hung on so I wouldn’t let you down. What do I need with that old place to fool with day in and day out? Your mother and I could take up gardening or some such.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Whatever happens, I know you’ll do the right thing.”
Knots of anxiety tangled in her stomach once more. She knew what he was doing. He wanted to give her an out. Her father loved that old hardware store and she knew it. He’d be lost without it to go to every day. Her mother hated gardening other than a pot or two of flowers. She had preferred knitting or needlepoint over gardening even before her accident.
Out of the blue, inspiration struck. A slow smile slid across Eddi’s face. Why hadn’t she thought of that already?
Eddi threw her arms around her father and hugged him again. “Dad, you’re a genius!” She shot to her feet and beamed a smile down at him. “Tell Mom I won’t be by for dinner tonight. I have something to do.”
Her father waved a goodbye as she loped out to Mr. Cooper’s SUV. “Are we still on for dinner?” she asked the handsome man watching her so steadily.
“Absolutely.” He allowed her one of those smiles that literally oozed with magnetism.
Before she melted right there on the sidewalk, she said, “Follow me to my place. I need to change.”
Three traffic lights and five turns later, she pulled into the driveway of her small cottage. The little house had once belonged to her grandmother and grandfather Harper, but since they’d relocated to the retirement home, she’d moved in. She loved the place. Even as a child she’d known that one day she wanted to live here.
The small stone cottage sat amid a cluster of shady trees with only a small patch of grass to mow out front and nothing but flagstone pavers and flower beds out back. Two tiny bedrooms and only one bath, along with a nice-size living-dining room combination and kitchen made up the interior. She even had her own little fireplace.
Exhaling a satisfied sigh at being home at last, Eddi hopped out of her truck and practically skipped up the path that led to her front door. The answer was so simple. Relief was like a soothing balm, she felt immensely better already. Before going inside, she reached in the box hanging by the door and retrieved the day’s mail. “Bills, bills, bills,” she muttered. Nothing she wanted to see tonight.
“Nice place,” Mr. Cooper commented as he moved up behind her.
Despite all that had happened and knowing that he had brought this unsettling news upon her, Eddi shivered at the sound of his voice. As smooth as satin and every bit as rich. She shook off the thought and jammed her key into the lock.
“Thank you. It belongs to my grandparents. They let me use it since they live at the retirement home now.”
See, she wanted to add, my family already takes good care of itself. We don’t need anything from the D’Martines.
She tucked her key back into her pocket and pushed open the door. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Still, she had to approach this logically. She couldn’t let emotions play into it at all. And that would be difficult. She’d always been ruled by her heart ensuring that she’d been faced with difficult before. She could handle this.
She flipped on the light and held the door for Mr. Cooper to come on inside. She found herself holding her breath as he passed then stood in the middle of the room and took in the cozy living area. Never once had she imagined how this place would look to a stranger. She’d never had a stranger over before. She tried to see the room from his eyes, with its high ceilings and thick crown moldings. Her grandfather had loved working with his hands and had detailed every square inch of woodwork in this house himself. The floors were hardwood, but thick rugs covered most of it. The furniture was worn comfortable and a vintage she couldn’t name…early fifties maybe. An interior designer or decorator she wasn’t. But line up faucets in front of her and she could name the year and the manufacturer.
“I’ll just be a moment, Mr. Cooper,” she said, breaking into his careful study of her natural habitat. “Make yourself at home.”
He turned to her then. “Doug. Please, call me Doug.”
She nodded and forced a smile. “Be back in two shakes, Doug.”
In her bedroom she closed the door and suddenly wondered what on earth she would