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always have," he began.
"It must be hard on the children, having you away from home so much," she continued. "Even if your
housekeeper does look after
them."
"They're resourceful," he said noncommittally.
"They're ruined," she returned. "And you know it. Especially Guy."
His eyes narrowed as they met hers. "They're my kids," he said quietly. "And how I raise them is none
of your business."
"They're my nephews and niece," she pointed out.
His face went taut under its dark tan. "Don't bring that up."
"Why do you have to keep hiding from it?" she asked miserably. "Randy's my brother. I love him. But
he couldn't have taken Adell if she
hadn't wanted to go with him...!"
"My God, don't you think I know that?" he asked with bridled fury.
She saw the pain in his face, in his eyes, and she understood. "But, it wasn't because something was
lacking in
you," she said softly, trying to make him understand. "It was because she found something in Randy
that she needed. Don't you see, it wasn't
your fault!"
His whole body clenched. He grimaced and lifted the cup, burning his lips as he forced coffee
between them.
"It's none of your business," he
said gruffly. "Let it alone."
She wanted to pursue the subject, but it wouldn't be wise. She let it go.
"There's a little ice cream," she told him.
He shook his head. "I don't like sweets."
Just like Guy, but she didn't say it. Guy hated her. He hated her enough to let her cat out the door and
into the street. Her eyes closed on
a wave of pain. It was just as well she wasn't mooning over Emmett, because she was certain that Guy
wouldn't let that situation develop.
"You should be in bed," she told Emmett after a tense minute.
"Yes," he agreed without heat and then stood up slowly. "Tomorrow I'll take the kids back to the hotel,
and we'll get a flight out to San
Antonio. We'll all be out of your hair."
She didn't argue. There was nothing to say.
Chapter 3
Earlier in the day, Melody had telephoned the nearest veterinarian's office and animal shelter, hoping
that Alistair might turn up there. But the
veterinarian's receptionist hadn't heard of any lost cats, and there was only a new part-time girl at the
animal shelter who wasn't very
knowledgeable about recent acquisitions. In fact, she'd confided, they'd had a fire the week before, and
everything was mixed up. The lady who
usually ran the shelter was in the hospital, having suffered smoke inhalation trying to get the animals
out.
She was very sorry, but she didn't
know which cats were new acquisitions and which were old ones.
Melody was sorry about the fire, but she was even more worried about her cat. She went out into the
hall one last time to call Alistair, in
vain because he didn't appear. She just had to accept that he was gone. It wasn't easy. It was going to be
similar to losing a member of her
family, and part of her blamed Guy for that. He might hate her, but why had he taken out that hatred on
her cat. Alistair had done nothing to
hurt him.
Melody slept fitfully, and not only because she was worried about Alistair. The couch was
comfortable, as a rale, but Amy was a restless
sleeper and it was hard to dodge little flailing arms and legs and not wake up.
Just before daylight, she gave up. She covered the sleeping child, her eyes tender on the little oval
face with its light brown hair and straight
nose so reminiscent of Adell. Amy's eyes, though, were her father's. All the kids had green eyes,
every single one. Adell's were blue, and her
hair was light brown. Amy was the one who most resembled her mother, despite her tomboy ways and
the temper that matched her father's.
That physical resemblance to her mother must have been very painful to Emmett when Adell first left
him.
Guy seemed to be his favorite, and
it wasn't surprising. Guy looked and acted the most like him. Polk was just himself, bespectacled and
slight, with no real distinguishing feature
except his brain. He seemed to be far and away the brains of the bunch.
She pulled on her quilted robe, her long hair disheveled from sleep, and went slowly into the
bathroom, yawning as she opened the door.
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