His Heir, Her Secret. Janice Maynard

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       Four

      Brody spent the following week working himself into a state of physical exhaustion so pervasive and so deep he fell into bed each night and was instantly unconscious. Six months of neglect had left Isobel’s spectacular house with a host of issues and problems to be addressed.

      He and Duncan made massive lists and checked them off with painstaking slowness. Damaged roofing shingles from a winter storm. Rotting wood beneath a soffit. Gutters clogged with leaves.

      Some of the backlog of general repairs dated back to his grandfather’s illness. The old man had suffered a stroke five months before he died. Virtually nothing had been done to the house, inside or outside, for almost a year.

      Isobel was a wealthy woman. Brody and Duncan could easily have hired a crew to come in and do everything. But the two grandsons were silently paying penance for not coming sooner and staying longer.

      The very depth of their guilt made Brody realize that returning to Scotland without their grandmother was going to be unacceptable.

      No matter what Cate said, Candlewick was not Isobel’s home anymore. Without her beloved American-born husband, she would be far better off to cross the ocean with her two devoted grandsons and settle in amongst the people of her youth.

      On the eighth day, Brody and Duncan abandoned the house so a professional cleaning service could descend upon the mountaintop retreat and restore the estate to its previous glory.

      While that refreshing and refurbishing was underway, the two men helped Isobel pack up her personal items downtown, everything she had taken with her when she moved into the apartment over her offices.

      While Duncan carried a stack of boxes down to the car, Brody sat beside his grandmother and took her hands in his. “You know this is only temporary, Granny...a few nights for you to say goodbye to the house. I contacted a Realtor this morning about preparing the listing.”

      Isobel Stewart pursed her lips and straightened her spine. Her dark eyes snapped and sparked with displeasure. “I love you dearly, Brody, but you’re a stubborn ass, exactly like your father and your grandfather before you. I am neither weak nor senile nor in any kind of physical decline. I’m old. I get it. But my age doesn’t give you the right to usurp my decision-making.”

      Brody ground his teeth. “Duncan and I have lives we’ve put on hold. We did it gladly, because you’re very important to us.”

      Her fierce expression softened. “I appreciate your concern. I truly do, my lad. But you’re making a mistake, and you’re being unfair. I’m moving back into my beautiful home—thanks to you boys—but I’m not returning to Scotland. My dear Geoffrey is buried in Candlewick. Everything we built together is here in the mountains. I can’t leave him behind. I won’t.”

      “It’s dangerous for you to live alone,” Brody said, incredulous to realize that he was losing the battle. Isobel would have been far safer to stay here in town where people could keep an eye on her. Now he and Duncan had convinced her to do the very thing they wanted to avoid.

      “Life is a dangerous business,” the old woman said, her expression placid. “I make my own choices. You can go home with no regrets.”

      Brody knelt at her side, putting his gaze level with hers. “Please, Granny. For me. Come to Scotland.”

      She shook her head slowly. “No. I’ve been away from Scotland too long. Candlewick is my home. Your grandfather and I, together, built something important here...a legacy. We spent so many happy days and months and years creating a host of memories that are all I have left of him. But I might consider a wee compromise if another party is agreeable.”

      He couldn’t imagine any scenario that would make the situation palatable. “Oh?”

      His grandmother stood and smoothed the skirt of her black shirtwaist dress that might have been designed anytime in the last six decades. Jet buttons marched all the way up to her chin. “I could ask Cate to move in with me. I’d offer her a modest stipend to be my companion. Keeping a bookstore afloat in the current economic climate is challenging. I’m sure the extra money would help. The girl works herself to death.”

      Brody bristled inwardly. “I would think Cate’s family might help out if she’s struggling financially or otherwise. Why does she need you?” Isobel was his grandmother, not Cate’s.

      “You’re being churlish. Tell him, Duncan.”

      Brody’s younger brother shut the door to the stairwell and leaned against it, grimacing. “I missed some of that. I love you, Granny. But I have to agree with Brody on this one. We don’t want to leave you here in Candlewick all alone, and we can’t stay much longer.”

      Isobel held out her hands. “My idea isn’t entirely selfish. Cate has no family of her own. I don’t like to divulge her secrets, but you’ve left me little choice. Her parents are both deceased. They had Cate late in life...an accident.”

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