Forever and a Day. Sophie Love

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      “It’s Dad,” she whispered. “He’s not in his room.”

      By the change in Daniel’s expression, Emily knew it had finally sunk in why she was behaving so oddly.

      “He won’t have left,” Daniel reassured her, rubbing her arms. “He’s probably wandering the grounds.”

      “You don’t know that,” Emily replied. She was fully giving in to her panic now and was starting to tear up.

      “I’ll check the yard,” Daniel said. “You check the house.”

      Emily nodded, glad to have been given direction. Her own mind had blanked out from fear.

      Daniel hurried outside and Emily took the stairs, rushing two at a time. She checked each of the open guest rooms but to no avail. Through the windows in the landing she could see Daniel out in the yard, rushing about. So he hadn’t had any luck either.

      Then Emily hit on a brain wave. She ran to the end of the corridor and flung open the door to Roy’s study.

      The room was dark, the curtains drawn, but the desk lamp was on, creating a spotlight effect on the surface of the wood. Hunched behind it was the unmistakable silhouette of Roy Mitchell, bent over something, tinkering.

      Emily let out a huge sigh and dropped her shoulder against the door frame, letting it support her weight as the tension left her body.

      “Oh, good morning,” Roy said innocently, looking up at the sound of her exhalation. “I was just fixing this.” He held up a cuckoo clock, its back door hanging open. He closed it gently and the cuckoo sprang out the front. Smiling, he set it back down. “Good as new.”

      Emily’s panic disappeared and was replaced just as swiftly with happiness. Seeing her father tinkering away was odd in its familiarity. It was like he’d always been there. The sight filled her with joy.

      “Are you ready for some breakfast?” Emily asked.

      Roy nodded and stood up. As they went downstairs together, Emily knocked on the window of the landing where she could spy Daniel rushing around the yard. He looked up at the noise and Emily flashed him a thumbs-up sign. She watched him sag with relief.

      They went into the kitchen, where Chantelle was still eating her breakfast, oblivious to the goings-on.

      “Looks like you put on a feast,” Roy said, chuckling as he slid into the seat beside Chantelle.

      “How did you sleep Papa Roy?” Chantelle asked. She had fallen asleep the night before in the process of cleaning her room and was only now seeing him again.

      Roy poured himself a glass of juice. “Wonderfully, thank you, my dear. The bed was just as comfortable as the one I used to sleep in when this was my house.”

      As she heard his words, Emily had a sudden worry. The house still was his. She’d taken it on the assumption that he was missing presumed dead, but now that that was no longer the case, he legally had every right to take it back from her.

      Daniel came in to rejoin the family breakfast.

      “Early morning stroll?” Roy asked him as he took his seat.

      Daniel caught Emily’s eye knowingly. “Nothing like fresh air first thing in the morning,” he said with a hint of sarcasm that Emily knew was for her benefit.

      “Papa Roy was just telling me about when this was his house,” Chantelle informed Daniel.

      “Well, it actually still is,” Emily explained. She looked up at her father, worried. “Do you want it back?”

      Roy began to laugh then. “Goodness, no! I’m thrilled for you to have it, darling. It’s not like I’m planning on moving back to Sunset Harbor.”

      Emily should have felt happy to hear confirmation her father wasn’t planning on taking the house back from her, but instead it was sadness she felt at the confirmation that he was only here temporarily. She wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking, whether she had even thought that far ahead at all, but it now felt so stark that he would be leaving her all over again.

      She forked her grapefruit glumly and took a bitter bite.

      “How long will you be staying with us?” Chantelle asked in her innocent childhood manner.

      “Just until after the wedding,” Roy explained in a soft voice that he seemed to save just for Chantelle, one that Emily remembered him using with her when she was that age. “That’s why I’m here. To help prepare.” He looked up at Emily. “Is there anything you’d like me to help with?”

      Emily was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Roy’s appearance in her life was to be brief and fleeting, that no sooner had he returned than he would be leaving again. The last thing she could think of now were the things that needed organizing! And anyway, he was a bit late to the game. It was just over one week before the wedding, so pretty much most things had already been done.

      “You could keep an eye on Chantelle when I’m rushed off my feet with things,” Emily said. “If she doesn’t mind?”

      Chantelle grinned. “We can fix up Trevor’s greenhouse!”

      Roy looked interested. “Trevor’s greenhouse?”

      “Trevor Mann from next door,” Emily began. Then she shut her mouth. Her grief over Trevor’s death was still raw. She wasn’t quite sure how to explain the situation. “We became friends recently and, well, he passed away. He left me his house in his will.”

      Roy’s eyebrows rose. Emily could tell from the expression on his face that his own relationship with Trevor had been bad.

      “Trevor Mann left you his house?” Roy asked, surprised.

      Emily nodded. “I know. It was an unlikely friendship. I was there for him at the end.”

      “How did he die?” Roy asked, softly.

      “Perhaps we shouldn’t discuss this at the table,” Daniel interrupted, looking over at Chantelle, who had gone quite pale.

      Roy turned his full attention to Chantelle. He dropped his voice into his soothing, paternal one.

      “I’d love to fix up the greenhouse with you,” he said. “You can be the boss and tell me what needs doing.”

      Chantelle brightened instantly. She’d been desperate to check on the fruit trees ever since Trevor’s passing, but Emily had always held back, not quite ready to open that wound.

      “Can I show Papa Roy right now?” Chantelle asked, looking first from Daniel, then to Emily.

      Daniel gestured to Emily, leaving the ball in her court. She’d spoken to him so many times about not being ready to set foot inside the house, he clearly thought it best for her to make the decision now rather than promise Chantelle something that they weren’t able to keep.

      “Sure, okay,” Emily said.

      She was a little reluctant to set foot inside the dead man’s home, but with her father and loved ones СКАЧАТЬ