скачать книгу бесплатно
Merrilee shot him a grateful glance. “I can’t support myself here.”
“You won’t have to,” Sally Mae said. “I—”
“I won’t accept charity,” Merrilee said with a fierceness Grant remembered well. “When I left home, I vowed to make it on my own. I don’t intend to return with my tail between my legs and my hand out.”
With a sigh, Grant recalled that one of the things he’d loved most about Merrilee was her spunk. Without that gumption, she wouldn’t have set out on her own. She wouldn’t have left Pleasant Valley.
And him.
“I’m not giving any handouts,” Sally Mae said. “I want to commission your work.”
Merrilee’s jaw dropped. “You want me to photograph you?”
“Lord, no,” Sally Mae replied emphatically. “This old ruin doesn’t need chronicling. I want to commission a book.”
After Jim’s infidelity, Grant had believed himself past surprising, but Sally Mae’s proposal stunned him. What kind of book would interest a woman of her age and social standing? Merrilee’s very pretty mouth was gaping again. Her grandmother’s pronouncement had clearly left her speechless.
“I want you to record a pictorial account of the life of a country vet,” Sally Mae said. “Dr. Jim Stratton, D.V.M. I’ll pay all your expenses and underwrite its publication. It will make a stunning addition to your portfolio.”
Merrilee shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m not into pastoral settings. I prefer cityscapes.”
Grant, however, saw immediately the tack Sally Mae was suggesting. “It’s brilliant, Merrilee. You’ll have to spend hours with your father, shooting him at work. The more you’re with him, the better chance you have of bringing him back to reality. You’ll be a constant reminder of what he’s giving up.”
“And,” Sally Mae continued, “if you’re living at home, you’ll be a comfort to your mother. This…” She struggled for words. “This foolishness has to be breaking her heart.”
“Mom has you to lean on,” Merrilee said, but Grant could tell she was wavering.
“I will be here for your mother,” Sally Mae said, “but I can’t help your parents as you can. Every time your father looks at you, he’ll see your resemblance to your mother, reminding him of his marriage and the happiness it’s brought him. Heaven knows, he needs something to counteract the lust that’s driving him.”
“Lust!” Merrilee protested. “Dad’s over fifty!”
“Over fifty but not dead,” Sally Mae said with a wry smile. Her smile faded and her eyes grew flinty. “Although if you can’t bring him to his senses, I might have to rectify that.”
“Your grandmother’s plan has merit.” Grant struggled to remain objective. He had motives of his own, besides his friendship with Jim Stratton, for wanting Merrilee to stay. “The only reason Jim’s been able to justify his relationship with Mrs. Parker is that neither you nor your mother has been around. He’s living a fantasy with no one to burst his bubble.”
“A fantasy that will kill him when he wakes up and realizes what he’s done,” Sally Mae added. “You must intervene, Merrilee, before this goes any further.”
Merrilee’s heart-shaped face contorted into a thoughtful frown. “I’ll stay a week and assess the situation. Maybe my homecoming will snap Dad out of it. But I’m not committing to a book.”
Sally Mae nodded in agreement. Grant could tell the old woman had lost the battle but had not conceded the war.
“Grant will take you home,” she announced.
Merrilee cast him a questioning glance before turning to her grandmother. “Grant told me I could use your car.”
Sally Mae nodded. “As soon as the battery’s charged. Jay-Jay’s backed up at the garage, but he said he’ll get to it this afternoon.”
“I’ve kept Grant from his work too long already. I can walk home, Nana. It’s only two blocks.”
Nothing had changed, Grant realized. Merrilee was home, but she still wanted nothing to do with him.
Sally Mae set her jaw in a determined line. “You have two pieces of luggage, and rain’s in the forecast.”
“I don’t mind,” Grant said quickly. “It’s not out of my way.”
“What about Gloria?” Merrilee asked with a challenge in her blue eyes. “Isn’t she expecting you?”
Oh, lordy. Gloria.
He’d forgotten all about her, and there’d be hell to pay when he got home. There always was.
“I have to go by your house anyway,” Grant said, accepting the inevitable. “No problem.”
He hoped.
Merrilee pushed to her feet. “Then I won’t keep you any longer. We can leave now.”
Sally Mae stood and embraced her granddaughter. “Think about my book offer. We need you here, Merrilee. Your parents need you.”
Grant bit his tongue to keep from voicing his opinion and went into the hall to retrieve her bags.
He’d needed Merrilee, too, all those years ago. Needed her like a man needs air. But his need hadn’t been enough to keep her in Pleasant Valley.
Even knowing how much she loved her parents, he wondered if their plight would be enough to keep her here this time.
Chapter Three
In a daze of disbelief, Merrilee followed Grant to his truck. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was moving through a bad dream. If the surrounding trees had started walking and talking, they wouldn’t have surprised her as much as her father’s bizarre and totally uncharacteristic betrayal.
“Are you sure Dad hasn’t lost his reason?” she demanded of Grant when he climbed into the driver’s seat beside her.
“He’s not thinking straight, but he’s not insane. He’s been holding up his end of the practice without any problems.”
“I never thought my father the type to suffer a mid-life crisis. He’s always seemed so steady. So dependable.”
“He’s not as young as he once was, and he’s been pushed to his limit physically. That has to influence his emotions. And your mom’s not been around to help him keep his balance.”
“When’s the last time he had a physical?”
Grant shrugged. “Not in the past couple years that I know of. We’ve been too busy.”
“But he’s not too busy for Ginger.” Merrilee’s bitterness hit her stomach and, for an instant, she feared she might be sick in Grant’s new truck. “I still can’t believe it.”
“Maybe you can nip this in the bud.”
“I don’t know. After what he’s done, I don’t see how Mom can ever forgive him.”
“She loves him. Love solves a lot of problems.”
“Causes problems, too.”
Grant reached over, grasped her hand and threaded his warm, callused fingers through hers. His comforting touch called up powerful emotions Merrilee thought she’d buried for good.
Grant said, “I don’t think love has anything to do with what’s going on between your dad and Ginger.”
Merrilee extricated her hand. She’d been thinking of how love had made her initial move from Pleasant Valley so hard. She’d felt as if she’d been torn in two, one half deliriously happy to be living her dream, the other half crying herself to sleep at night, missing home.
And especially Grant.
She’d managed to overcome her homesickness. And she’d confined Grant to a deep corner of her heart that she refused to visit. Whether she stayed in Pleasant Valley a day, a week, or longer, she’d make certain he remained locked away. She didn’t want those wounds opened again. And, after all, he had Gloria now, so any residual feelings MJ had for Grant were moot.
In a matter of minutes he stopped the truck in front of her parents’ home.
He opened his door and she put her hand on his arm. “Don’t get out. I can manage my bags.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded. This homecoming was difficult. She had to face it alone. She forced a smile. “Gloria’s waiting, remember?”
His scowl puzzled her. “How could I forget?”
Maybe things at home weren’t going well for Grant, either, but Merrilee had her own problems. “Thanks for the lift.”
“Call me if you need me.” Grant’s brown eyes darkened to almost black with what appeared genuine concern. “I want to help.”
“Thanks. I will.” But, for the life of her, Merrilee couldn’t think what help Grant might be. She couldn’t even conjure how she could ward off the looming disaster.
With a farewell nod, Grant closed his door, pulled away from the curb and gunned the engine in his hurry to return to Gloria.
Merrilee stood at the curb, studying the house where she’d lived until her college years and her subsequent move to New York. The century-old, two-story Victorian with its Queen Anne turret that held her second-floor bedroom hadn’t changed. The white clapboards, set off by a dark green roof and shutters, sparkled in the sun. Her mother’s beds of daffodils and tulips filled the borders with cheery color, and the blossoming red-bud tree was a splash of lavender against the white siding. Baskets of verdant Boston ferns nestled among the inviting wicker porch furniture.
Home.
MJ loved her life in New York, the bustle of activity and the ever-changing variety of the city, but she’d always held this image of home in her heart, like a treasure locked away in a bank vault whose existence gave her security and peace of mind.
With a start, she realized she’d thought of Grant that way, too. Even though she’d refused to marry him, she’d always known that he was here in Pleasant Valley, working with her father, his life unchanged since she’d left, as if waiting for her eventual return.
Except now, with Gloria, Grant had moved on. She tried to feel happy for him, but all she felt was a depressing sense of loss, which made absolutely no sense. She’d refused to marry Grant.
And now she couldn’t picture herself ever marrying at all.
Merrilee climbed the porch steps, fumbled in the bottom of her purse for her key and opened the door. She was greeted by a blast of musty air instead of the usual delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen. Her footsteps on the hardwood floor echoed eerily in the empty house and suddenly it didn’t seem like home at all.
She dropped her bags in the family room and sank into her father’s leather recliner while she assessed the painful irony of her situation. What she’d loved most about home and Pleasant Valley was the fact that nothing ever changed.
And what she’d hated most was that nothing ever changed.
May you have what you wish for.
The old Chinese curse popped into her mind and she rued the day she’d ever longed for life in Pleasant Valley to be different.
She gazed around the familiar room at the shelves of her mother’s favorite books, the sweater, folded across the back of a chair, that her mother kept downstairs in case of a sudden chill, the stack of old 45s her parents had danced to, the seed catalogs beside her father’s chair and the row of framed photographs on the mantel, a pictorial chronicle of the Strattons’ life as a family.
Her family’s life had been happy, satisfying and filled with love and excitement. So how had things gone so horribly wrong?
That question shook MJ to her core.
Unable to dislodge her depression, she wandered upstairs to her parents’ bedroom and opened the closet. Her father’s side was empty, her mother’s sparsely filled. If Merrilee couldn’t mend the break between her parents, would they divorce and sell this house, the only real home she’d ever known? She tried but couldn’t picture another family living here. Couldn’t imagine her mom and dad not being together.
Merrilee sank onto the edge of the queen-size bed, remembering Sunday mornings as a child when she’d climbed in with her parents while they’d read the comics and laughed together.
The emptiness of the house taunted her and resolve hardened her backbone. She didn’t know if Nana’s book scheme would work, but Merrilee would give it a try. New York, fame and fortune would have to wait until she’d knitted her unraveled family back together.
GRANT OPENED HIS FRONT door and braced himself for Gloria’s assault. The majestic young Irish wolfhound bounded into his arms with a whimper of delight, her long tongue washing his face. If he’d weighed a few pounds less or the dog a few more, Gloria would have knocked him off his feet.
With dismay, he surveyed the living room of the log cabin he’d spent his savings and spare time to renovate. Dacron fluff from shredded cushions littered the sofa, a drapery panel hung at a precarious angle and a disgusting wetness puddled on his laboriously refinished and highly polished pine floor.
He curbed his frustration and greeted Gloria with an affectionate hug. The dog couldn’t help her separation anxiety. It wasn’t her fault the medication he’d prescribed hadn’t taken effect yet. He could only imagine the abuse the poor animal had suffered before he’d rescued her from the roadside, injured, dehydrated, starving, with her fur matted and dirty. Her fear of men had been a silent testament to prior mistreatment. He’d worked for weeks to earn her trust. Now if he could only cure her fear of abandonment, she’d make a perfect companion.
And, God willing, Grant thought, surveying his domain, he would accomplish that feat before she wrecked his house completely.
Gloria loved riding, and Grant usually took her on rounds with him, but he’d been reluctant to leave her in the truck at the airport. No telling what she’d have done to his new leather upholstery.
Not that Merrilee—or MJ, he corrected himself with a grunt of disapproval—would have minded Gloria’s presence. She’d inherited her father’s love of animals, one of the many interests she and Grant had had in common. While he mopped the floor with paper towels, then sprayed it with an enzyme cleaner and wiped again, he pondered how his encounter with his ex-fiancée had affected him.
When Sally Mae had called with the news about Jim and asked Grant to pick up Merrilee at the airport, Grant hadn’t hesitated. He’d considered himself free of any hold Merrilee once had on him. After all, after the initial shock and heartbreak, he’d survived her desertion just fine, had gone on with his life as he’d planned, even with a Merrilee-size hole in his heart. He hadn’t expected seeing her again to affect him.
Just as he hadn’t expected to fall in love with her that summer seven years ago when he joined Jim’s practice….
HIS FIRST NIGHT back in Pleasant Valley after his internship, Jim and Cat had invited him to dinner to celebrate their new partnership. Cat had answered the door and as Grant had stepped into the foyer, Merrilee had come down the stairs. Expecting the same tow-headed, irritating brat that had hung out with his little sister, Grant had been struck speechless by the maturity of the beautiful young woman whose growing up had caught him by surprise.
She’d worn a blue sundress, slightly paler than her eyes, that showed off her California tan, her pale blond hair and deliciously long legs. The clinging fabric had called subtle attention to the curve of her breasts and hips, a far cry from the flat-chested, skinny kid in jeans and T-shirts of his memory. Low-heeled sandals had made her feet with pearl-pink nails seem almost bare. But it was her smile that had captured his heart, a slow, teasing grin that shot warmth spiraling through him.
“Hey, Grant.” Surprise was evident in her greeting. “Dad didn’t tell me you’re his new partner. I thought you’d taken a job in Georgia.”
Grant was suddenly tongue-tied. The annoying kid he’d teased mercilessly for most of his life had turned into one of the most attractive and desirable women he’d ever encountered.
Cat had saved him from his embarrassing silence by chiming in. “He had, but your father talked him into coming home.”
“He didn’t have to twist my arm.” Grant finally regained his ability to speak. “I always wanted to practice in Pleasant Valley, but didn’t want to compete with Jim. Now we’re on the same team.”
“Come in here,” Jim called from the living room. “The champagne’s open. This calls for a toast.”
Grant followed Cat and Merrilee into the elegant but cozy room, and Jim handed each a flute of the sparkling wine. He lifted his glass to Grant. “To a long and successful partnership.”
“Amen to that,” Cat added with enthusiasm and sipped her champagne.
But Jim was only warming up. He raised his glass again, this time to Merrilee. “To my princess, the best daughter a man could have.”
