was rooting around in the large stack of cans she’d brought with her—cans had seemed like a good idea, but she’d definitely gone over the top, she realized now—when a gentle knock came on the kitchen door. She froze, clutching a can of tomato soup in one hand. It must be him.
But no, men like her unwanted neighbor never knocked gently. Then who could it be? Putting down the can, she headed for the door. Only one way to find out.
The little girl who stood on the doorstep took Maddie totally by surprise. Long chestnut hair curled down her back, a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her snub little nose stood out against her tanned skin, and unexpectedly dark eyelashes outlined huge, honey-brown eyes. The girl looked cross, thought Maddie, standing back to let her step inside. “Can I help you?” she asked.
The child just lifted her chin. “Why have you taken our house? We’ve never had a house before, and it’s not fair to take someone else’s. You should get your own.”
“Taken your house?” Maddie echoed, confusion slowing her thoughts.
“We’ve come a long way to get our house,” the little girl said, stamping her foot and tossing back her mane of curls. “It’s not fair to take it from us.”
Clarity slowly dawned on her. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m guessing you live in the trailer?”
“Yes, with Daddy, Red, Cuckoo and Moneypenny.”
Maddie looked at her vaguely. Red must be the huge dog the man had with him yesterday, but who or what were the other two and how could they all live in such a small space?
“And who are Cuckoo and Moneypenny?” she asked.
“They’re chickens, of course. And I’m Meg. Daddy calls me Nutmeg, though. I’m six. How old are you?”
“Twenty-six,” said Maddie, smiling. “Now why don’t I get you a cookie, and you can tell me all about it.”
The little girl deliberated for a moment, and then she shook her head determinedly. “No, thanks. Daddy says I have to stay away from you. He says you’re mean.”
“Well, you can tell your daddy...” Maddie began, but she stopped herself. This was between her and... “What is your daddy’s name?”
Meg stared up at her. “Ross. He’s called Ross. What’s yours?”
Maddie reached out to shake Meg’s hand. “I’m Maddie, and I’m pleased to meet you.”
Meg pulled her hand away sharply, glancing behind her as if expecting a reprimand. “Well, I don’t think we are very pleased to meet you,” she said, running off across the yard.
Maddie watched her go, noting with surprise how Ross smiled warmly as his daughter approached. He placed a broad hand on her shoulder, leading her toward their makeshift home. Why were they really here, and why would she have been allowed to rent the cottage if it did belong to them? She needed to find out soon. Standing her ground with this Ross guy was one thing—he could obviously stand up to her—but being here in this warm, comfortable cottage when a little girl lived right next door in a small trailer with her dad and three animals just didn’t feel right, especially if they had a right to be here.
Tonight, Maddie decided, hopefully after Meg had gone to bed, she was going to try to find out what this was really all about.
ROSS SAW MADDIE arrive home, watching with interest as she climbed awkwardly out of her small car and hurried to the front door, dropping her car keys on the way. Was she putting on the slight limp to try to get his sympathy? Well, it wouldn’t work on him. Then again, she hadn’t actually seen him, so it couldn’t be for his benefit. And come to think of it, she didn’t exactly look as if she was blooming with health, either. She was quite thin, her expression was strained and there were dark shadows under her eyes. For all he knew, she’d been lying about having paid three months’ rent. Perhaps she was a squatter after all—on drugs, even. Judging by her put-together appearance and nearly new car, though, he had to admit that did seem to be a bit of a long shot.
The first thing he’d done that morning was call the solicitor, but that had been a waste of time. As far as they knew, the cottage was empty; probate had been granted and now it was just a matter of waiting for the regulatory period of time before he was actually handed the deeds. When he explained about the woman who appeared to be living there and had insisted that she’d paid rent, they promised to look into it and let him know in due course.
So now it seemed all Ross could do was wait. But he would do whatever was necessary to get his daughter what she was entitled to, that was for sure. And if he found out the woman was lying, then he’d kick her out right away, within the law or not.
Reluctantly, he went back to fixing up the chicken run. “Won’t be long now, chucks,” he told the tawny brown chicken and her brightly colored cockerel companion. They watched him from their small coop with bright, beady eyes.
It wasn’t until later, as he gently placed the chickens into their new enclosure, watching with a satisfied smile as they eagerly pecked at the grass, that he realized he hadn’t seen Meg for a while. She appeared suddenly from the direction of the cottage. “She’s called Maddie and she’s twenty-six,” she announced.
“You stay away from her.”
Ross’s voice sounded loud in his ears, and he placed a hand on Meg’s shoulder, surprised at his own reaction. “Sorry, Nutmeg, but we don’t know her and you should stay away from strangers.”
Totally unperturbed by her dad’s outburst, Meg just smiled. “I told her she had to give us our house back.”
“Well...good for you,” Ross said. “But in the future, stay well away from her. Hopefully she’ll be gone soon.”
Meg stared at him with her huge, honey-colored eyes... Jenny’s eyes. It made his heart hurt.
“She offered me a cookie, but I didn’t take it.”
Ross ruffled her curly hair. “Good for you, love. Now go and get washed—your supper will be ready soon.”
* * *
AS THE ORANGE sun slipped behind the dark mass of the trees at the edge of the property, Ross sat by Meg’s bed, relating his usual bedtime story about elves in the forest that helped injured creatures. Tonight, it was a hedgehog that had become trapped when some silly teenagers had started a campfire. All his stories were aimed at encouraging his daughter to care for animals and learn how to behave in the countryside. As her eyes began to droop, he lowered his tone, eventually leaning down to kiss her forehead before tucking the plaid blanket around her shoulders. She’d had the slightly threadbare blanket since she was a baby, and she wouldn’t sleep without it.
Suddenly feeling weary himself, he decided to have a shower and then go through some job leads. He’d saved up enough money to bring Meg back home, but he needed to get work soon or they would be forced to move on. There would always be work for him in Scotland, but moving back there was the last thing he wanted...for Meg, at least.
The small knock on the door came just as he emerged from the shower. “Coming,” he
