Hurrying back into the sitting room, she found Dallas stacking the dinner dishes on the tray. Carissa went to help her, but Phillip tapped on the door before they had finished. Wiping her hands on a linen napkin, Carissa directed the children to help Dallas with the cleanup then grabbed her handbag and hurried out.
“You look nice,” he told her. He had shaved and put on jeans and a light blue button-up shirt. “I especially like your hair.”
Her hand went immediately to the long, shaggy strands that hung down her back. She rarely wore her hair down because she hadn’t had time or money to see a stylist in far too many months. It needed a good trim and shaping. But such things were luxuries that she could no longer afford. Still, he seemed sincere. She remembered, belatedly, to thank him.
His hand hovered around the small of her back as they descended the grand staircase. That made her nervous because this suddenly felt too much like a date. She didn’t know why she’d come with him anymore. Was it because everyone expected it of her, for the grief support meeting or because, despite everything, she wanted this to be a date? She very much feared it was the latter.
She must be insane. He had told her, warned her that he wasn’t in the market for a ready-made family. He’d stated bluntly that he wasn’t the man for her. He had apologized for kissing her, and still she found herself attracted to him. For that reason alone, she had no business going anywhere with him. She started to pray silently. She’d been doing that more and more lately.
Lord, don’t let me make a fool of myself. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I need You to guide me.
They reached the foyer and crossed the floor. Phillip opened the door. He smiled down at her, and she walked through it, out onto the porch. The evening heat enveloped her. Phillip followed and shut the door closed behind them. Side by side, they walked down the steps and along the walkway to his vehicle. He helped her into the car and went around to get in behind the steering wheel.
They reached the church within minutes and were greeted warmly by the rest of the group. What shocked Carissa most, however, was how easily she found herself being drawn into the discussion.
“In one way, it was a relief,” she said about her father’s death. “He had suffered so much. In another, purely selfish way, I can’t help missing him. The one person I always knew I could count on was my dad.” Phillip’s hand squeezed hers tightly. Funny, she hadn’t even realized they were holding hands until that moment. She dabbed at her tears with a tissue that someone passed to her and smiled. “Dad wasn’t very demonstrative. Hugs and kisses embarrassed him, but I knew how he felt.”
“And he knew how you felt,” Phillip assured her quietly.
After a while, talk turned to two women who had lost their husbands in the same auto accident. Their husbands hadn’t known each other, but the women had become fast friends, united by their mutual loss.
“The funny thing is how much they had in common,” one of them divulged.
“And how much we have in common,” the other added.
“One of my friends who died was married,” Phillip said. “His wife is a climber. She worked for the same company until she became pregnant with their first child. I used to joke that if I ever met anyone with whom I had so much in common as those two did, I’d marry her. Now all I think about is that she and their two kids were left alone. Mountain climbers are notoriously hard to insure, you know. I’m sure it’s been tough for them.”
People hastened to assure him that they would have Social Security to draw on, but Carissa felt stung. Had he contemplated marriage at some point? Was that what he wanted, a woman who could climb mountains with him? She couldn’t imagine taking such chances when she had her children to consider.
After the meeting, as they were walking back to the car, she casually expressed her condolences for his loss. “I didn’t realize that your friends had families.”
Phillip nodded. “Everyone has a family. Just the one was married, though. No, that’s not right. The client was married, too, and I understand he left his family very well provided for.”
Carissa swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded. “That’s good.”
“I didn’t really think about it until I met you, frankly.”
“Yeah, well, it’s been harder for me than I realized it was going to be,” Carissa admitted. “Even after the first shock of it, you don’t think it’s going to change absolutely everything. But somehow it does.”
“I’m sure it does. How can it not?”
“I don’t know. You just think you’re going to keep things as normal as possible for your kids, only normal is never what it was, no matter what you do.”
They got into the car and started back toward Chatam House. Thankfully, Phillip changed the subject.
“What do you think about a live-feed phone app?”
Surprised, she queried him on the subject, and they discussed the matter on the drive back. Phillip asked some pointed questions, which Carissa answered as best she could, telling him what she thought it would take to make something like what he seemed to have in mind work.
“So we’d need some hardware as well as the software,” he realized. “Would that be terribly expensive?”
“Depends on your idea of expensive,” she hedged. “I really couldn’t estimate it without doing some research.”
“Okay. So, are you too busy to do a little window-shopping tomorrow?”
She blinked at him. “You’re serious about this?”
“I’m serious about looking into it.”
She shrugged. “Well, I’m working tomorrow, so I won’t be free until after five.”
“Okay.” He parked the car in front of the house and killed the engine but made no move to get out. “Where do you think we should go? I don’t usually shop for electronics.”
She tried to think what was available locally then warned him against buying in person without checking online first. They got into the subject of computers and clones versus name brands. She had no idea of how long they sat there and talked until she suddenly yawned.
“I’m so sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” he said, opening his car door. “I’ve kept you up too late—you and Dallas both.”
She checked her wristwatch and was stunned to see it was almost eleven.
“Oh, my!”
They hurried inside to find Dallas snoozing on the sofa in the master-suite sitting room. She sat up groggily when they came in, reported that the children had been perfect darlings, which Carissa doubted, waved off Carissa’s effusive thanks and trudged out onto the landing. Phillip told Carissa good-night, promised to see her the next evening and followed his sister out. Carissa looked in on her sleeping children, turned off the lights and went to bed.
Her last thought was a repetition of her earlier prayer.
Lord, please don’t let me make a fool of myself over that man.
She feared that was going to be more easily said than done, however.
Chapter Nine
“Oh, come on,” Phillip said, holding open the door of the Buffalo Creek café the next evening. “Even if Hilda held dinner back for us, she’ll understand.”
Carissa shook her head, but the smile he’d been seeing all evening flashed again. “I just hate to take advantage of your sister like this,” she insisted, even as she slipped through the door. “This is the third time this week that she’s babysat for me.”
He chuckled. “I’ll make it up to her, I promise, after I eat. Besides, I feel like celebrating. I never dreamed we could find what we need at such reasonable prices.”
He felt happy, for no discernible reason. Yes, they’d found the hardware they’d been looking for, but Phillip had felt a quiet delight since he’d awakened that morning. Just knowing that he was going to spend time with Carissa
had pleased him, and that pleasure had only grown throughout the evening.
“It pays to do your research,” she reminded him as he steered her toward a booth.
“It pays to have an expert doing the research,” he countered.
“I’m hardly an expert,” she demurred, sliding onto the hard seat.
“That’s not what the owner of the electronics shop said,” Phillip reminded her. She deflected the compliment by looking around.
The picturesque diner, tucked into the back room of a dusty secondhand shop, featured lots of rusted, corrugated sheet metal, salvaged woods and cracked ceramics. A wholesome young waitress, costumed in overalls, her hair tied back with a bandanna, delivered menus printed on brown paper bags and water in pint jars, then trotted off to fetch iced tea while Phillip and Carissa perused their options.
Carissa chose a spinach, cheese and avocado sandwich with a side of fruit. Phillip unashamedly went for a gigantic chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, fried squash, cream gravy and biscuits. The food appeared quickly, too quickly to suit Phillip. They’d enjoyed a pleasant and productive time together. Carissa really knew her stuff, and Phillip naturally felt a certain excitement about the project, but what had him smiling, inside and out, couldn’t be attributed to some possible phone app.
It was all wrong, of course. Carissa couldn’t possibly be the woman for him. She needed a man who could support her and her children, someone like his brother, Asher, or his cousin Morgan, a college professor. Both were professional men with steady incomes. That type made good husbands and fathers. Didn’t they?
On the other hand, not long ago his cousin Chandler hadn’t been much more than a rodeo bum, and Garrett Willows, the aunties’ former gardener, had been an ex-con before his pardon. They had both married and settled down happily. Everyone in the family had thought his cousin Reeves would remain a single father after his disastrous first marriage, but he’d married for a second time and seemed quite delighted with his new wife and family. Then there was his sister Petra and her carpenter husband, Dale. Phillip had expected Dallas to take a walk down the aisle one day but not ambitious, all-business Petra.
He just didn’t know what to think anymore. He and Carissa had so little in common, but he felt something with her that he’d never felt with anyone else. He wasn’t even sure that he liked it—even when it made him smile. She was just so prickly. He didn’t think she even liked him, and maybe that was for the best. He decided to concentrate on the app for now and put the rest aside.
They finished their meal then chatted about the app and what they might do with it. He realized that he’d need to make some phone calls before they went any further. If none of the mountain-climbing guides were interested in wearing the tiny cameras that he and Carissa had found, then what would be the point in designing the application that would allow subscribers to follow the climb live?
Carissa insisted on returning to the house to be sure that the children had gotten to bed at a decent hour, even though Dallas would have made sure they had. They turned onto the drive in front of the mansion at ten minutes of nine. As the car crested the rise, however, Carissa sat up straight and let out a strangled sound. A late-model domestic luxury auto sat parked in front of the walk.
“Looks like the aunties have company,” Phillip murmured, confused by her reaction.
“Not the aunties,” she said enigmatically. She bailed out of the car before he could ask her what she meant, not even bothering to close the door behind her.
Phillip hastily parked, hurried around to close the car door and followed. He found her in the front parlor with his aunts, Kent, Chester and a tanned, fit, blond couple, who looked as if they belonged in Hollywood rather than Texas.
Seated on the antique settee, the woman crossed her long, slender legs, displaying stiletto heels and a skirt both too short and too tight. She tossed a length of thick, golden hair from her slender shoulder with a bejeweled hand sporting long white-tipped fingernails and batted her false eyelashes at Phillip before smiling up at Carissa with frosty pink lips.
“Hello, sweetheart,” she purred.
Carissa audibly ground her teeth together before spitting out two words that shocked Phillip to his toes.
“Hello, Mother.”
Mother? Phillip had to work to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. A second, closer look showed him the fine lines that no amount of cosmetics could hide or plastic surgery could erase.
“I’d have come sooner, darling, but I know how busy you are, and then, of course, there was the little matter of locating you.”
“My cell phone number hasn’t changed,” Carissa pointed out drily.
Carissa’s mother pursed her too-pouty lips. “What good would a phone call have done? You need more help than that, surely.”
Hypatia cleared her throat, looked to Carissa and gently said, “Your mother seems to be of the opinion that she should be allowed to take your two youngest children away with her.”
Carissa threw up her hands. “Oh, it’s Grace and Tucker you want now?”
False eyelashes batted over eyes of such bright blue that they had to be the product of colored contacts. “We only want to help.”
“By taking my children? You’ve been offering to help by taking Grace since Tom died. Why is Tucker suddenly part of the plan?”
“Why not Nathan?” Phillip wanted to know, insulted on the boy’s behalf. Okay, so the kid could be a tad difficult, but he’d lost his dad, his home, his grandfather. He was bound to be touchy. That didn’t make him a problem child.
Carissa’s mother turned to Phillip, purring, “And you are?”
Realizing belatedly that it wasn’t his place to speak, Phillip shifted from one foot to the other. “Phillip Chatam.”
“Alexandra Hedgespeth.” She introduced herself with an ingratiating smile. Waving a hand at the strange man standing behind her, she said, “My husband, Leander.”
Nodding, Leander Hedgespeth leaned forward and stretched out a beefy hand. He looked to be decades younger than Alexandra, though if he kept frequenting tanning salons, no doubt it would soon be difficult to tell.
Blinded by Leander’s professionally whitened smile, Phillip shook hands with the man then stepped back as Carissa baldly stated, “She doesn’t want Nathan. Or Tucker. She wants Grace. She always has.”
The truth of that was written all over Alexandra’s heavily made-up face. She wanted Grace with the same lust that she wanted youth and beauty. Phillip saw it but didn’t understand it.
“I love my granddaughter,” Alexandra proclaimed grandly. “She’s very special. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love my grandsons, too.”
“Oh, please.” Carissa frowned and folded her arms.
“You know she’d be happier with me,” Alexandra argued. “They all would be.” She smoothed her hair with one long-nailed hand, adding, “I just don’t have room for all three of them right now.”
“And since Grace wouldn’t willingly go with you on her own,” Carissa pointed out, “you thought you’d take Tucker along to entice her.”
“You can’t support them, Carissa,” Alexandra accused. “Look at you! Reduced to taking charity from strangers.”
“She has family here,” Chester pointed out testily. “Where were you when the bank took the house in Dallas?”
“I’ve already told you that I don’t have room for more than two guests,” Alexandra snapped.
“Oh, and I suppose my brother did?” Chester shot back.
“Well, if you’re willing to live like dogs in a kennel...”
“Dad was willing to do anything it took,” Carissa said in a voice trembling with anger.
“Anything but live like he had an ounce of pride,” Alexandra grumbled. Odelia gasped, and Alexandra immediately backtracked, saying, “Oh, let’s don�
��t argue. I only want to help.”
“You’re not taking my children,” Carissa stated firmly, “so get that idea out of your head now.”
“But you obviously can’t take care of them yourself.”
“Oh, yes, she can,” Phillip refuted, stepping up behind Carissa. “She’s had some tough breaks, but Carissa is a computer expert, and she’s an excellent mother. She’s done just fine by her kids—better than most could have under the same circumstances.”
“I have to agree,” Hypatia said. “Frankly, we expected some upset within the household when Carissa and the children moved in, but we’ve hardly noticed their presence.” She then turned a look on Carissa, adding, “We would actually welcome a bit more interaction.”
Carissa bowed her head. “Thank you, ma’am. I’ll bear that in mind.”
Hypatia shot a loaded look at Phillip and said, “I expect you to remind her.”
He opened his mouth then shut it again, settling for a noncommittal nod.
“Well, you can’t stay here indefinitely,” Alexandra pointed out.
“I should think that would be for us to decide,” Odelia said with great dignity.
“I’ll only be here until I save enough to get into a place of our own,” Carissa declared. “That was always the intent.”
“You’d have had an easier time of it if you’d have let me take Grace before,” Alexandra declared.
“Never,” Carissa vowed. “Grace is my daughter, and she’s going to be raised by me. Period.”
Alexandra made an exasperated sound. “Well, let me see her at least. Them, I mean. I came all this way—can’t I at least see my grandchildren?”
Carissa rolled her eyes. “Mother, do you have any idea what time your grandchildren, most children in fact, go to bed?”
Alexandra rolled her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I only want to see them. I’m not going to wake them.”
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