A Family for Christmas. Winnie Griggs
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Название: A Family for Christmas

Автор: Winnie Griggs

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Исторические любовные романы

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isbn: 9781472014412

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      Today was not one of those days.

      He tried again, straining his eyes until they ached with the effort. But it was no use. His brain refused to translate the markings on the paper into anything that made sense.

      Frustrated and shamed once again by his inability to do what most schoolchildren did with little effort, Chance refolded the letter and shoved it back into his pocket. Sharing the news in this letter—whatever it was—wasn’t something he relished doing, but it seemed he had no choice.

      Time to visit Dotty.

      Ten minutes later he entered the parlor of the boardinghouse, where Dotty sat knitting.

      “What, no bridge game?” he teased. “Did you just use that as an excuse not to have lunch with us?”

      She set aside her needlework. “Not at all. Unfortunately Stanley wasn’t feeling well so we didn’t have enough folks to play.” Then she leaned back, a puzzled expression on her face. “Surely you and our stranded visitors haven’t had enough time to eat already?”

      He took a seat across from her. “There’s been a slight change of plans. But I’ve come to ask you a favor.”

      “Of course. The letter?”

      Dotty knew of his affliction and had told him it was one her brother had shared. He’d hired her to take care of his account books, and she came over to his place twice a week, coincidentally on the days the newspaper was delivered. She not only handled his accounts, but she also took care of any paperwork he needed assistance with and read the newspaper to him.

      Her matter-of-fact handling of the situation was a great balm to his wobbly self-esteem.

      Now he pulled the letter from his pocket but didn’t hand it over immediately. “There’s that, of course. But there’s something else.”

      “You’ve piqued my curiosity. But why don’t we get the letter out of the way first?”

      Chance nodded as he handed it over. “It’s from my father.”

      She tilted her head, giving him a considering look. “You don’t sound happy at the prospect of hearing from him.”

      He grimaced. “My father is not one to write unless there is something he wants.”

      Without further comment, she opened the letter and began reading.

      Chauncey,

      Dotty eyed him in amused surprise.

      He shrugged, trying to hide his irritation. “It’s my given name. I’m not overly fond of it, but Father insists on using it.”

      “I see.” She turned back to the letter.

      When you left Philadelphia and headed for that backwater town in Texas, I told you that you would be welcome to return home when and if you gained some maturity and restraint, and were ready to accept both the responsibilities and privileges that come with being a member of this family. Since you have not yet taken advantage of this invitation in the year and a half that has passed since that day, it leaves me to wonder if you have learned anything at all from the experience.

      Dotty was doing a good job of keeping her voice and expression neutral but she had to be wondering about the letter’s tone. That was his father, though, ready to get right to the heart of the matter without wasting time worrying about trivial matters such as how one was getting on.

      Dotty continued:

      Therefore I have decided that I will come to visit you to see what kind of life you’ve managed to build for yourself. And while I’m there, we can use some of that time to discuss your future.

      I imagine you are thinking that there is nothing for us to discuss, but in that you would be mistaken. As it happens, it recently came to my attention that you have mortgaged your place to invest in a new venture. It may interest you to know that I now own that note, so yes, I do have some stake in your future.

      You can expect me to arrive by mid-December and I will plan to spend Christmas with you before returning to Philadelphia.

      Dotty looked back up as she refolded the letter. “And he signs it Your father, Woodrow Dawson.”

      Everything inside Chance had tensed as Dotty read his father’s words, drawing tighter and tighter, like a clockwork spring that would soon explode out of its case.

      A moment later he took a deep breath and forced his fists to unclench. It wouldn’t do to let Dotty see just how strongly the letter had affected him.

      “I thank you for taking the time to read that for me.”

      She handed him the letter. “It sounds like you will have family with you for Christmas this year.”

      That was Dotty, always looking for the silver lining. He attempted a grin. “As you can no doubt tell, my father and I did not part on the best of terms.”

      “Perhaps his upcoming visit will be an opportunity for the two of you to remedy that.”

      Not a chance. But he merely smiled and changed the subject. “Now, if I can impose on you to discuss the other favor I came here to ask.”

      “Of course.”

      Ten minutes later, Chance was out the door and headed back to the sheriff’s office. Dotty had, of course, readily agreed to his scheme. But his pleasure in that was marred by the knowledge of his father’s upcoming visit and what had prompted it.

      When he left Philadelphia, he’d thought he was out from under his father’s thumb for good. He should have known the despot wouldn’t let it go. That thinly veiled threat in the letter was typical of the way his father handled disagreements.

      And now the man held the note to his business. What a wretched situation. If he’d known this would be the outcome he’d never have risked borrowing the money in the first place. His excitement over the work he was doing to improve the stationary engine was quickly turning to ashes. But most of the money had been spent now and there was no going back.

      Having his autocratic father arrive on his doorstep in a matter of weeks spelled nothing but trouble. For the man to decide to dedicate so much of his valuable time to the planned visit was certainly out of character. Which also signaled that something important was afoot.

      No matter what leverage his father thought he held over him, if he expected Chance to be any more willing to bow to his strictures now than he had in the past, he would be in for a major disappointment.

      Which was how their interactions usually left his father.

      How in the world had the man managed to insinuate himself into his black-sheep-of-a-son’s life again? How had he even learned about the loan?

      Chance intended to get answers to those questions before he faced his father again.

      And this time there would be one key difference in their confrontation. His father would be coming to him, a guest in his town, in his home—not СКАЧАТЬ