Family of Her Dreams. Keli Gwyn

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      “A man can’t raise a child alone.” How many times had she told herself that? But her father hadn’t even attempted it, giving her up the very day her mother had gone to be with the Lord. She’d never heard from him again.

      “I know, but he could have found you a home with a family who would love you. Or gotten help like Spencer has.”

      Her father didn’t want her. No man did. Not that she could blame them. Even if she wasn’t taller than most of them, she lacked the beauty or charm that attracted men. It seemed her height was the only thing people noticed. Granted, she had six to ten inches on most women, but she wasn’t a circus sideshow freak, although there were days she felt like one.

      A sharp cry rang out. Luke had pinned his playmate’s arm behind her.

      “Abby!” Polly struggled to stand, but her bulging middle made the task difficult.

      Tess leaped to her feet, her long strides carrying her across the yard in no time. “Let go of her this minute, Luke.”

      “It’s my ladybug. I saw it first.”

      She pried his hands from Abby’s arm, spun him around and dropped to one knee in front of him. “That may be, but you can’t hold her like that. You could hurt her.”

      “I didn’t.”

      That was true. Abby had flitted away unharmed and was back on the hunt. “You’re right, but you could have. Since you’re older than she is, you can make good choices—like your papa does.”

      “What kind of choices does he make?”

      “Well, he chose where to live. Where to work. Who to have look after you.”

      Luke’s eyes filled with tears, and he swiped a dirty sleeve across them. “I don’t want anyone to look after me. Just my mama. I want her to come back.”

      “I know, sweetheart. But she’s gone. You do have your papa, and he loves you very much.” It took all her self-restraint not to pull the brokenhearted boy into her arms. She contented herself by caressing his cheek.

      He swatted her hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

      “It’s not polite to hit people. You need to sit on the top step until you calm down.”

      He sat but bounced right back up and clomped down the stairs.

      “Luke,” Tess called.

      The rebellious boy spun around. “I’m calm. See?” He gave her a toothy grin.

      She hid her answering smile behind her hand. “Very well.”

      Polly waited until he was out of earshot. “He’s always been a strong-willed little fellow, but he began acting out after Trudy’s death. You’re good with him, though.”

      Tess warmed at the compliment. “I want to show him I care, but he’s built a wall. It will take time to bring it down, but I’ve thought of a way to remove a brick.”

      She launched into an explanation of her plan, not stopping until she was done, despite the skepticism on Polly’s face. “What do you think?”

      “I think you’re asking for trouble. Spencer isn’t one to embrace change on a good day.”

      “I have a valid argument.”

      Polly swirled her glass of lemonade. “That may be, but you’d better brace yourself for some resistance.”

      She could deal with resistance. She’d overcome it a number of times when approaching her previous employers. They’d come to see things her way—eventually. Spencer was a reasonable man, so surely he’d be willing to consider her proposal.

       Chapter Six

      “Absolutely not.” Spencer couldn’t believe what Tess had suggested. She’d been here all of two weeks, and yet she had the audacity to barge into his office and stick that aristocratic nose of hers where it didn’t belong. He’d come to value her opinions, but she’d gone too far this time.

      “If you would allow me to explain...”

      He stood behind his desk. She faced him, unflinching. Because of the high heels on her boots, the thick brown braid wound around her crown and that monstrosity of a hat, she had several inches on him. It was too bad he couldn’t wear his top hat indoors.

      Although he had no intention of changing his mind, he would hear her out. “Kindly take a seat, and we can discuss this.”

      She sat tall and proud. Spencer remained standing and tapped the toe of his boot. The sooner she got to the point, the sooner he could get back to work.

      The forthright woman wasted no time stating her case. “I don’t want to leave the children with Polly any longer than necessary, so I’ll be direct. Parting with a loved one’s possessions can be difficult, but it’s a necessary step in the grieving process. I can’t begin to imagine how difficult it must be for you to see your late wife’s things every time you open your clothes cupboard.”

      “I’m fine.”

      “I felt sure you’d say that, but there’s another factor to take into consideration—Luke’s feelings.”

      Feelings? Why did women put so much stock in them? He had no desire to discuss his or his son’s. “Leave him out of this.”

      She forged ahead as though she hadn’t heard him. “I believe much of his misbehavior stems from the fact that he’s grieving the loss of his mother. If you were to allow him to help me pack up her things and face his loss head on, I feel certain you’d see a change.”

      “I’ll have a talk with him and tell him he must regain control of himself.”

      Tess had the audacity to laugh in his face, a musical sound he usually enjoyed. But not today. “This is Luke we’re taking about. A mere boy. He’s too young to master his emotions.” She sobered at his frown. “Oh, dear. I’ve angered you.”

      “You presume to know my feelings now?” She had no idea what he was dealing with. How waking each morning alone in the room he and Trudy had shared brought back the stabbing pain that had pierced his heart when she’d drawn her last breath. How dragging himself to the railway station day after day required Herculean effort.

      She persisted. “You’re clenching your hands.”

      He unfurled the fists he hadn’t realized he’d formed. “I’m not angry. I’m...frustrated. You waltz in here with no warning, interrupt my work and expect me to make a decision on the spot.” He placed his palms on his desktop and leaned forward. “Let me make myself clear. I want things left as they are. I know what’s best for my family, and you will abide by my wishes.”

      “I would if I could, but I can’t keep quiet, not when one of your children is hurting. Luke let it slip that he misses his mother. Please give me permission. If not for your sake, for his.” She lifted pleading eyes to him. СКАЧАТЬ