The Soldier's Legacy. GINA WILKINS
in the grass. That latent guilt also probably explained, at least in part, her reaction to Trevor’s attempted intervention.
“Mom, are you coming or not?” Erin demanded from the grotto entrance.
With a nod to Trevor, Jade kicked off from the pool wall and stroked toward the waterfall. By the time she came back out a short while later, Trevor was swimming laps from one side of the pool to the other, letting his arms pull him through the water rather than putting extra stress on his injured leg. And despite herself, she couldn’t help watching for a moment as the water rippled off his bare back and the waning sunlight glinted off his long arms. The man was well toned, there was no denying that. Not in the bulging-muscled, über-warrior physique Stephen had tried to maintain, but with the sleek body of a swimmer or a runner. Nice.
Shaking her head with a shower of glittering droplets, she climbed the steps out of the pool and called for her children.
“Time to get ready for dinner,” she said, motioning for Bella to join them. “That’s enough swimming for today.”
She expected a chorus of protests from her older two, but they gave only token sighs before following her out of the pool—a sign that the busy day had left even them tired.
She looked back from the doorway into the house to find that Trevor had paused in his swimming and was paddling lazily in the center of the deepest part of the pool. He was watching her again. He smiled when their eyes met, and she smiled back.
THEY WOKE TO rain Tuesday morning, a condition predicted to last most of the day. Jade had breakfast with the children and Mary Pat, who told them she’d taken coffee and a muffin to Trevor in his home office. He was preparing for a business visit from his administrative assistant later that day, she added.
“He wanted to call a driver to take him to his resort office today, but Tamar, his assistant, insisted on bringing the work to him. I’m sure she knew she’d never be able to keep him seated with his leg up if he were there. He’d be out hobbling around on his crutches, making sure everything was running smoothly—as if he didn’t have a crackerjack staff taking care of that. The place runs just fine when he’s off visiting his other properties.”
Jade had no doubt Trevor was anxious to get back to work. While they’d been gathered around the dinner table last night, she’d seen signs of his struggle to hide his frustration with being homebound, especially when the kids had chattered about their outing.
“What’s on your agenda today, Jade?” Adding another spoonful of brown sugar to the bowl in front of her, Mary Pat brought Jade’s thoughts back from last night’s dinner. The housekeeper had served a somewhat healthier breakfast this morning of steel-cut oatmeal, blueberries and whole-grain toast with her homemade peach jam. Everything was delicious.
Jade set down her coffee cup. She had a busy schedule with the academic year starting tomorrow. The mid-week kick-off was reportedly traditional for their new schools, a way to ease students back into routine with a shortened first week. “This morning I plan to help the kids get their school supplies sorted so they’ll be ready to go tomorrow. After lunch, I have to go over to our house to meet with the contractor and make some decisions. I just hope they have the roof adequately covered against this rain.”
“Are the children going with you? Because they’re welcome to stay here with me, if they’d rather.”
“Can we, Mom?” Erin asked hastily. “It’s so boring when you’re talking to the contractors, and we can’t even go outside because it’s raining.”
“We can play upstairs in the rec room here,” Caleb proposed. “It’s our last day for video games and movies and stuff before school starts tomorrow.”
“Mary Pat said I can help her make cookies today, like we talked about at dinner yesterday,” Bella piped in. “We could do that while you’re gone, right, Ms. Mary Pat?”
“Absolutely.” The housekeeper’s face practically lit up at the prospect. “Any kind of cookies you like, sweetie pie. I have cutters and frosting and sprinkles so you can decorate them and make them pretty.”
“Okay, Mommy?” Bella asked eagerly, though Jade had approved the cookie making lesson when they’d first discussed the idea.
Jade’s nod included them all. “You can stay here,” she told her children, “but you’d better be on your best behavior while I’m gone.”
A chorus of crossed-heart promises followed, assuring her that her trio would be perfect angels. Deciding she could count on that—to an extent—she thanked Mary Pat for agreeing to watch over them and finished her breakfast. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to going out into the heavy rain to wrangle with her laconic contractor, but she was ready for the repairs to her home to be completed. They needed to settle into their life, and not as guests in this luxurious house.
She was gone longer than she expected that afternoon. She’d arrived at her house dripping from the dash from the car. She’d had to park on the street because the driveway was blocked by pickup trucks, and had entered to find the workers frantically trying to contain leaks pouring into the kitchen. Apparently the roof tarp hadn’t been well secured, which was inexcusable in an area well practiced in dealing with the aftermath of natural disasters like hurricanes.
Seeing the fresh damage made Jade’s rare temper snap, and she had a few words for the contractor in charge of this team. Finally satisfied that the situation was under control—and that the contractor was now aware that his client was not a meek woman willing to simply accept whatever mansplaining jargon he threw at her—she spent the next two hours discussing options with him. Afterward, she had to stop by a home improvement store to make final choices on paint and trim colors. She could never resist browsing in that store, and the time slipped away from her while she admired appliances and fixtures, flooring and accessories. Having made her purchases, she slogged through the driving rain again and drove back to Trevor’s house.
She was going to look like a drowned rat when she entered, but maybe she’d have time to freshen up before he saw her. Not that it mattered, of course, she assured herself quickly. She simply had a normal amount of feminine vanity.
Sadly for the sake of her ego, she walked into the kitchen only to come almost face-to-face with Trevor on his crutches and a tall, striking caramel-skinned woman with shrewd dark eyes and impeccably styled black hair. The woman wore crisp, lightweight gray slacks and a fuchsia silk blouse, and Jade couldn’t help being aware of her own tousled damp hair, wrinkled clothing and rain-washed face.
Holding her head high, she pasted on a bright smile. “It’s really pouring down out there.”
“Much to the disappointment of our guests at the resort,” Trevor responded wryly, glancing at the window over the sink. “Fortunately, the rain’s supposed to end in a couple of hours.”
He motioned toward the tall woman then. “Jade, this is Tamar Jones, my administrative assistant. Tamar, this is Jade Evans. You’ve already met her kids.”
“I did, yes.” Tamar shook Jade’s hand warmly. “They’re delightful. So bright and polite.”
“Thank you.” Jade glanced at Trevor. “Where are they?”
“Upstairs, playing board games with Mary Pat—who’s been having the time of her life today, by the way. She and Bella made cookies, and Mary Pat’s been teaching Caleb and Erin some trick shots at billiards.”
Jade could smell the aroma of fresh-baked cookies permeating the kitchen. Several covered plates on the counter probably held the results of the cooking lesson.
“How’s the progress on your house coming along?”
She rolled her eyes in response to Trevor’s question. “Does the term three-ring circus give you a clue?”
“Ouch.”