Maggie's Dad. Diana Palmer

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      “It was nine years ago.”

      “Somebody should have shot him for the way he treated you,” he replied. “I’ve never liked him, but that didn’t win him any points with me. I loved my father. It was a low thing, for Sally to make him out a foolish old man with a lust for young girls.”

      “She wanted Powell.”

      His eyes narrowed. “She got him. But he made her pay for it, let me tell you. She took to alcohol because he left her alone so much, and from all accounts, he hated their daughter.”

      “But why?” Antonia asked, shocked. “Powell loved children, surely…!”

      “Sally trapped him with the child,” he replied. “Except for that, he’d have left her. Don’t you think he knew what a stupid thing he’d done? He knew the truth, almost from the day he married Sally.”

      “But he stayed with her.”

      “He had to. He was trying to build a ranch out of nothing, and this is a small town. How would it look for a man to walk out on a pregnant woman, or on his own newborn daughter?” He pursed his lips. “He hates you, you know,” he added surprisingly. “He hates you for not making him listen, for running. He blames his misery on you.”

      “He’s your worst enemy, so how do you know so much?” she retorted.

      “I have spies.” He sighed. “He can’t admit that the worst mistake was his own, that he wouldn’t believe Sally capable of such underhanded lies. It wasn’t until he married her that he realized how she’d conned him.” He shrugged. “She wasn’t a bad woman, really. She was in love and she couldn’t bear losing him, even to you. Love does crazy things to people.”

      “She destroyed my reputation, and your father’s, and made it impossible for me to live here,” Antonia said without pity. “She was my enemy, and he still is. Don’t think I’m harboring any tender feelings for him. I’d cut his throat given the slightest opportunity.”

      His eyebrows levered up. Antonia was a gentle soul herself for the most part, despite an occasional outburst of temper and a keen wit that surprised people. She hadn’t ever seemed vindictive, but she harbored a long-standing grudge against her former best friend, Sally. He couldn’t really blame her.

      He fingered the lighter her father had given him. “How’s Barrie?” he asked with deliberate carelessness.

      “Fending off suitors,” she said with a grin, her soft gray eyes twinkling. “She was juggling four of them when I left.”

      He laughed coldly. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? One man was never enough for her, even when she was a teenager.”

      She was curious about his antagonism toward Barrie. It seemed out of place. “Why do you hate her so?” she asked bluntly.

      He looked surprised. “I don’t…hate her,” he said. “I’m disappointed at the way she behaves, that’s all.”

      “She isn’t promiscuous,” she said, defending her colleague. “She may act that way, but it’s only an act. Don’t you know that?”

      He looked at the lighter, frowning slightly. “Maybe I know more than you think,” he said curtly. His eyes came up. “Maybe you’re the one wearing blinders.”

      “Maybe you’re seeing what you want to see,” she replied gently.

      He pocketed the lighter with a curt gesture. “I’d better go. I’ve got a deal cooking. I don’t want the client to get cold feet.”

      “Thanks for coming to see Dad. You cheered him up.”

      “He’s my friend.” He smiled. “So are you, even when you stick your nose in where you shouldn’t.”

      “Barrie’s my friend.”

      “Well, she’s not mine,” he said flatly. “Merry Christmas, Annie.”

      “You, too,” she replied with a warm smile. He was kind, in his way. She liked him, but she felt sorry for Barrie. He was a heartbreaker. And unless she missed her guess, Barrie was in love with him. His feelings were much less readable.

      After he left, she went back to join her father in the kitchen, where he was fixing hot chocolate in a double boiler. He glanced over his shoulder.

      “Did he leave?”

      “Yes. Can I help?”

      He shook his head. He poured hot chocolate into two mugs and nodded for her to take one while he put the boiler in water to soak.

      “He gave me a pipe,” he told her when they were seated at the small kitchen table, sipping the hot liquid. He grinned. “Didn’t have the heart to tell him that I’ve finally given it up.”

      “Dad!” She reached across and patted his hand. “Oh, that’s great news!”

      He chuckled. “Figured you’d like it. Maybe I won’t have so much trouble with my lungs from now on.”

      “Speaking of lungs,” she said, “you gave Dawson a lighter. Guess what he’s just given up, and didn’t have the heart to tell you?”

      He burst out laughing. “Well, maybe he can use it to light fires under his beef cattle when he throws barbecues out on the Rutherford spread.”

      “What a good idea! I’ll suggest it to him the next time we see him.”

      “I wouldn’t hold my breath,” he replied. “He travels a lot these days. I hardly ever see him.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “Powell came by last week.”

      Her heart fluttered, but her face was very composed. “Did he? Why?”

      “Heard I was sick and came to check on me. Wanted to know where you were.”

      Her frozen expression grew darker. “Did he?”

      “I told him you didn’t know about the bronchitis and that he should mind his own business.”

      “I see.”

      He sipped hot chocolate and put the mug down with a thud. “Had his daughter with him. Quiet, sullen little thing. She never moved a muscle the whole time, just sat and glared. She’s her mother all over.”

      Antonia was dying inside. She stared into her hot chocolate. That woman’s child, here, in her home! She could hardly bear the thought. It was like a violation to have Powell come here with that child.

      “You’re upset,” he said ruefully. “I guessed you would be, but I thought you’d better know. He said he’d be back to check on me after Christmas. Wouldn’t want him to just show up without my telling you he was expected sooner or later. Not that I invited him,” he added curtly. “Surprised me, too, that he’d come to see about me. Of course, he was fond of your mother. It hurt him that the scandal upset her so much and caused her to have that first heart attack. Anyway, he’s taken it upon himself to be my guardian angel. Even sent the doctor when I first СКАЧАТЬ