The High Price of Secrets. Yvonne Lindsay

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      Tamsyn pulled the car to the side of the road and consulted the GPS for accommodation options nearby. Thankfully there was a boutique hotel that provided meals on request about a fifteen-minute drive away. She keyed the phone number into her mobile phone and was relieved to find that while the room rate was on a par with the accommodation at The Masters, yes, they had a room available for the next few nights. Booking made, Tamsyn pressed the appropriate section of the GPS screen and followed the computerized instructions, eventually pulling up outside a quaint-looking early-1900s single-story building.

      With the golden rays of the early-evening sun caressing its creamy paintwork, it looked warm and inviting. Just what she needed.

      * * *

      Finn paced his office, unable to settle back down to the plans that were sprawled across his wide desk. Plans that were going to go to hell in a handbasket if he couldn’t buy the easement necessary to gain access to the tract of land he wanted to use for this special project. He shoved a hand through his short hair, mussing it even more than usual.

      The chirp of his phone was a happy distraction.

      “Gallagher.”

      “Finn, is there a problem?”

      “Lorenzo, I’m glad you called.” Finn settled in his chair and swiveled it around to face the window, allowing the vista spread before him to fill his mind and relax his thoughts into a semblance of order. Thoughts that had been distracted all too thoroughly by his earlier visitor.

      “What is it, my boy?”

      Despite Lorenzo’s years in Australia, followed by the past couple of decades in New Zealand, his voice still held the lilt of his native Italian tongue.

      “First, how is Ellen?”

      The older man sighed. “Not good, she is having a bad day today.”

      After Ellen began to show signs of kidney and liver failure, she and Lorenzo had relocated to Wellington, where she could receive the specialized care her advancing dementia required.

      “I’m sorry to hear that.”

      He could almost hear Lorenzo shrug in acceptance. “It is what it is. I have asked Alexis to make plans to return from Italy.”

      “Ellen’s that bad?”

      Alexis was Lorenzo and Ellen’s only child and had been working overseas for the past year. Currently, she was visiting with Lorenzo’s family still living in Tuscany.

      “Si, she has no fight left in her anymore. If she recognizes me at all it is a good day, but they are few.”

      Finn could hear the pain echoing in the older man’s voice before Lorenzo took another deep breath and continued.

      “Now, what did you call me for?”

      Choosing blunt statement over trying to find an easy way to say what he had to, Finn said, “Tamsyn Masters showed up here today wanting to see Ellen.”

      “So, it has finally happened.”

      “I told her Ellen Masters doesn’t live here and sent her on her way.”

      Lorenzo gave a short laugh, the sound crackling like autumn leaves. “But you didn’t tell her that Ellen Fabrini does, I assume?”

      “No,” Finn admitted. He hadn’t told an outright lie when he’d spoken to Tamsyn. Though Lorenzo and Ellen had never formalized their union, she’d always been known as his wife and had gone by his last name the whole time they’d lived in New Zealand.

      “You say she left again?”

      “Yes, hopefully to return to Australia.”

      “Hmm, but what if she doesn’t leave?”

      Finn’s lips firmed in a line as he considered Lorenzo’s statement. “What are you thinking?”

      “You know I have no love for that family after what they did to my Ellen. I lost count of the hours she spent crying over letters she wrote to those children. It broke her heart a little more every single time. And did they ever write back, or even try to contact her when they were older? No. Yet as much as I would wish them all to Dante’s inferno, I know how much Ellen loved them and if she was to stabilize, if her mind was to clear just a little, she might benefit from a visit from her daughter.”

      Finn fought to keep the incredulity from his voice. “You want me to keep her from going home?”

      “Do not chase her away just yet. But, if you can, keep her in the dark about where Ellen is—about all of us, if you can. With things the way they are...” His voice cracked and he took a moment to recover.

      “I understand,” Finn soothed.

      His heart broke for the man who’d stepped into the role of father figure when Finn’s own father had died, and his mother suffered a complete nervous breakdown. Finn had been only twelve and Lorenzo, his father’s business partner, and Ellen had taken him into their hearts and their home. The couple had been his rock through his turbulent adolescence and his teens. Their unwavering support, together with their careful guardianship of the land his father had owned, had ensured stability and, eventually, a good living for them all. Finn owed them everything.

      “I’ll take care of things. Don’t worry,” he assured Lorenzo as they completed their call.

      Exactly how he was going to take care of things was another matter. First, he had to find out whether Tamsyn had left the area. Given how exhausted she’d looked hovering on his doorstep, he doubted she’d have gone far. It only took a few calls to find her and he wasn’t at all surprised to discover the Aussie princess had chosen one of the most expensive accommodation providers in the area.

      Okay, so now he knew where she was, what was he going to do next? Finn leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers under his chin, rocking the leather chair back and forth slightly as he stared back out the window again.

      Encroaching twilight began to obscure the Kaikoura ranges in the far distance, narrowing his world to the acres that surrounded him. His acres. His land. His home. A home he wouldn’t have today but for the determination of Lorenzo and Ellen all those years ago. What was he going to do? Whatever they needed him to—even if it meant befriending the woman who’d caused Ellen so much suffering over the years.

      Growing up, he’d heard occasional tales about Ellen’s other children—the ones she’d been forced to leave behind once her marriage had irretrievably broken down. Even then, he’d seen the pain that abandoning her children had caused her, how she’d sought solace in alcohol that had eventually led to her current illness, and over the intervening years he’d wondered about the children themselves and why they hadn’t done a thing to try to get in touch with the mother who’d loved them with all her heart.

      As soon as he’d been old enough, and computer savvy enough, he’d done a little research and discovered the favored lives Ethan and Tamsyn Masters lived on their family vineyard estate, The Masters. They’d grown up wanting for nothing and had had every opportunity to excel presented СКАЧАТЬ