Hometown Sweetheart. Victoria Pade

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СКАЧАТЬ them. “All of that belonged to my family, you know,” she said.

      “All of what, Theresa?”

      “The land where those houses are now.”

      “No, I didn’t know that,” Neily said.

      “Once upon a time, it was all Father’s. Then it came to me…”

      “Really?” Neily wondered if there was any truth to this or if Theresa was drifting into one of her fantasies, the way she sometimes did. “I hadn’t heard that but I imagine it would have been a long time ago that you…what? Sold the land?”

      Theresa didn’t answer; she merely went on staring down at the houses.

      Neily tried again. “Is that what you want back—your land? Your father’s land?”

      If Theresa heard her, she didn’t show it. Instead she said, “It was all ours. From here as far as you can see. Seems like so many things in life get lost.”

      “Did you lose the land somehow?”

      Again there was no indication that Theresa had heard her.

      Instead the older woman said, “Loss…so much loss. Wyatt knows what that’s like. Marti, too.”

      Neily tried yet another tack. “I’m sorry for whatever losses you’ve suffered, Theresa. Do you want to talk about them?”

      “I don’t want to talk anymore,” she said, pushing herself to her feet then. “I need to rest.”

      As if she were alone in the room, Theresa wandered out of it without another word.

      Still, as far as Neily was concerned she’d accomplished her goal for today—to see if there had been any negatives to the arrival of Theresa’s caregiver and her grandson. There hadn’t been, so Neily followed the older woman out of the sunroom.

      Mary Pat must have been watching for Theresa because the nurse joined her charge the minute Theresa reached the hall. Mary Pat tried to convince Theresa not to return to her bedroom, to go into the kitchen for tea instead. But Theresa insisted she needed to lie down, and the caregiver went along. Neily trailed them to the front of the house.

      “That was quick.”

      Wyatt Grayson’s voice came from the living room as Neily watched Theresa and Mary Pat climb the stairs. She turned to find him leaning negligently—and sexily—against the side of the archway, his hands slung in his pants pockets like a rodeo cowboy. It was slightly alarming that she could be struck all over again by the sight of him, but she was.

      Still, she ignored the impact he kept having on her and said, “It was kind of quick, but I’ll take what I can get.”

      “So maybe I can have two minutes instead of one?”

      Surely he wasn’t flirting with her. But if he wasn’t, why was he smiling in such an enticing way?

      Neily reminded herself that she was there on business, no matter how he smiled, and checked her watch. “I suppose I can spare two minutes before I’m due at my next home visit,” she conceded. “But if you need more—”

      “Two will do,” he said. Then he got to the point—canceling the impression that he was flirting. “First I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everything that was done here—over breakfast this morning Gram was talking about broken glass and backed-up plumbing, about dust billowing out of the heating vents, about grime everywhere…Anyway, we got an even better idea of what kind of shape the place was in before yesterday and how much work had to have gone into getting it to this point, and I just had to say thanks again.”

      “You’re welcome,” Neily said simply.

      “I was thinking that maybe we could have a thankyou dinner for everyone who pitched in, but I don’t have any idea how to invite whoever that was.”

      “If you name a day and time I can take care of it,” Neily offered. She didn’t care about herself, but she was glad that he wanted to show his gratitude to the rest of the volunteers.

      “You’ll see to it that everyone involved gets invited?” Wyatt asked.

      “I will.”

      “Mary Pat and I were thinking maybe Wednesday night? Seven o’clock?”

      “Okay.”

      “Which brings me to my second question—I need to do some shopping for the dinner and to stock the house with more staples for us, too. Where do you do that around here? I didn’t see any kind of supermarket or—”

      “No, there isn’t any kind of supermarket but we have the Groceries and Sundries—it’s reasonably well stocked. Plus there’s a butcher shop, a bakery—specialty stores…” Then, from out of nowhere her mouth ran away with her and she heard herself say, “If you’d like I could show you where everything is tonight and you could do some shopping—”

      “That would be great,” he said before she could finish. Then, as if he, too, had spoken before thinking, he added, “If you’re sure. If your time is already stretched too thin or you had other plans—”

      “I just have one more home visit and then I’m free,” she said, all the while telling herself to use one of the excuses he was giving her and not go through with something that wasn’t part of her job.

      But did she backpedal and get herself out of what she knew she shouldn’t do?

      No, she didn’t. Instead she got in deeper. “Most things are open until about eight. I could run home after this next appointment, grab a quick bite to eat, and be back at six-thirty or so…”

      “Terrific—a tour by a native. That should give me the ins and outs.”

      “Maybe you could persuade Theresa to go with us,” Neily said then, thinking that getting the older woman to leave the house would put this back in the realm of work.

      “I’ll ask,” Wyatt said. “But no one will be more surprised than me if she goes.”

      “Maybe if Mary Pat comes along, too?” Neily suggested.

      Apparently that had been transparent because Wyatt’s smile turned quizzical. “Are you afraid to be alone with me? Because I’m harmless…”

      Harmless maybe, but definitely not charmless.

      “No, I’m not afraid to be alone with you.” She was afraid of these strange things that came to life in her when she was. “I just thought it would be good for all of you to see Northbridge and learn your way around.”

      “I’ll do what I can to persuade Gram but I wouldn’t count on it. And if Gram stays, Mary Pat stays.”

      Neily nodded. “Well, six-thirty one way or another then?”

      “I’ll be ready. Unless you tell me how to get to your place and let me pick you up…”

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