her hand.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done today.”
Wade stood, his six feet two inches eclipsing her barefooted five feet eight. He took her hand in a brief clasp.
“I did it for Rex.”
“I know that, and I appreciate it. Really.”
He let go her hand as if the idea of holding it for a moment longer than necessary was abhorrent to him.
“Well,” she said, gathering courage to her like a cloak, “I’ll see you out and then I think I’ll have an early night. No doubt I’ll have plenty to do with the legal side of things tomorrow.”
When Wade didn’t make a move for the door, she speared him with a glance. “Is there something else you wanted to discuss?”
A slow smile, somewhat lacking in humor, spread across his handsome face.
“No,” he replied. “I’ll say good-night, then.”
She watched as he left the room, but rather than heading toward the front vestibule he turned and made for the sweeping staircase that led to the upper floor.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To my room.”
“To your room?”
His response was short and sweet. “I live here.”
“Look, I appreciate that you probably stayed here for a while with Dad but that’s not necessary now and, quite frankly, I’d really appreciate a bit of space and privacy to come to terms with everything.”
“No problem. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to.”
His answer left her baffled. “I beg your pardon?”
“I think you heard me, Piper. Despite your current appearance I’m sure you’re not entirely stupid.”
“How dare you!”
Better person be damned. That was quite enough. She’d already had to bear facing Wade for the first time since she had left him, not to mention hearing the news about her father’s death. She wasn’t about to stay and listen to him put her down, too.
“Look,” she sputtered. “I think we both know there’s enough history between us that your staying here is not a good idea.”
“Probably.” He shrugged. “But I think you may have misunderstood what I meant when I said I live here. Piper, I own the house. You’re here as my guest.”
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“You what?”
He owned the house? How could that be? The house had been built by her forebears in the mid-1800s. Passed on, generation by generation. Had Wade somehow finagled the property from her father while he was weakened by his illness? It seemed unlike him, but what else was she to think? His voice broke through her chaotic thoughts.
“Look, now probably isn’t the best time to go into it. It’s been a tough day all round. We can discuss this tomorrow.”
“Like hell,” she countered. “We can darn well discuss this right here, right now.”
“If you insist,” Wade said, closing the distance between them and gesturing toward the library. “Care to take a seat?”
With tension vibrating through every nerve in her body, Piper preceded him back into the room. She threw herself into the chair she’d only recently vacated, watching Wade as he lowered himself into his with far more elegance and grace than she’d exhibited. It only served to rankle even more.
“So, tell me. How is it you’ve come to be the owner of my father’s house, and his before him, and his bef—”
Wade cut in. “Don’t get melodramatic on me, Piper. It won’t work.”
Melodramatic? He thought that was melodramatic? That was nothing compared to how she felt right now. But before she could speak again, Wade continued.
“Your father and I came to a financial arrangement early on in his illness. The doctors here could offer little hope and he wanted to embark on some radical alternative therapy being offered overseas.”
“What kind of arrangement?” she demanded. “And why on earth did he have to come to any kind of arrangement, anyway? Our family has always had money.”
“Had being the operative word,” Wade said, lifting his eyes to clash with hers.
“What? You’re blaming me? I have my own trust fund. I was never a drain on my father’s finances.”
Wade’s lips thinned and she saw a muscle clench in his jaw before he pushed a hand through his dark brown hair, sending the short cut into charming disarray. Despite her anger, her fingers itched to smooth his hair down—to feel if its texture was as smooth as she remembered it to be. Piper curled her fingers into her palms and squeezed tightly, ridding herself of the urge as quickly as it had surfaced. This wasn’t the time to be thinking of any kind of touching.
“Not everything is about you, Piper. When you calm down, you’ll see that what we did was supposed to be for the best, at the time.”
“At the time? Explain it to me.”
“Rex was single-minded about beating the disease and wouldn’t take no for an answer, not even when his situation was very clearly laid out to him by his doctors. He was determined to fight, regardless of the cost—and the cost was very high. I’ve no idea what rock you’ve been hiding under for the past eight years but there has been a global recession out there. Our business was hit just as hard as everyone else’s. Despite everything, there was a stage where we were bleeding money and Rex used a lot of his own funds to shore that up.”
“You didn’t use yours?” she asked pointedly.
“He wouldn’t let me. Mitchell Exports was always his baby, you know that.”
She probably knew it better than anyone. She’d always known that Rex’s devotion to his business came well before his devotion to her.
“So he needed money for this treatment?” she probed.
“Yes, and he wouldn’t take the money from me, even though I offered it freely. He was, however, happy to enter into a loan agreement with me, registering a mortgage in my name over the property.”
“But this place is worth millions.”
“He was very determined to live, Piper. He was prepared to pay whatever it took to beat the disease. At that stage, he never believed for a minute that he wouldn’t live to pay me back.”
“And he knew you already loved the property and would look after it.”
Wade nodded slowly. “It was a more palatable solution for him than putting it on the open market to raise the funds, and seeing
