rushed to the railing overlooking the downstairs entrance. Clutching the wood, she leaned over and said, “That’s my weapon. I’ll take care of it.”
“That’s okay. I’m taking care of it.” Then he disappeared into the hallway that led to the office where the safe was.
“I certainly understand why you got scared.” Mrs. Winfield approached her at the railing and patted her back. “I did when I heard the noise from you two in the hallway. I didn’t know what was happening. I appreciate you being willing to protect me, but thank goodness, it wasn’t necessary.”
This time. Ellie swung around to face the older woman. “Yeah, but you never know.”
“The Lord watches out for His children. I’m in the best care.”
“I agree, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be proactive, Mrs. Winfield,” Ellie said, hoping to convince Mr. Jefferson to tell her about the threats tomorrow.
“Please call me Winnie. Christy, my previous assistant, did. I don’t like standing on formality since you’ll be helping me.” She smiled. “Colt gave me that name years ago, and everyone calls me that now.”
“Was he supposed to visit?”
“The last I heard he wasn’t going to come back this year for Christmas. He probably heard my disappointment when we talked on the phone a few days ago. If I had known Colt was coming, I would have said something to you.”
She’d read the dossier Kyra Hunt had given her on Colt Winfield, the only grandson Mrs. Winfield had. She should have recognized him, but with a beard and scruffy hair and disheveled clothes he’d looked like a bum who had wandered into the house intent on ill gains.
“He was supposed to be in the South Pacific on the research vessel through Christmas and the New Year.” Mrs. Winfield gave Ellie a smile, her blue eyes sparkling. “Just like him to forget to tell me he was coming home after all for Christmas. Knowing him, it could be a surprise from the very beginning. He loves doing that kind of thing. Such a sweet grandson.” She leaned close to Ellie to whisper the last because Colt Winfield was coming back up the steps.
“I wish that were the case, Winnie.” Colt paused on the top stair. “But I need to get back to the Kaleidoscope. I managed to get a few days off before we start the next phase of our project, and I know how important it is to you that we have some time together at Christmas.”
Great, he’ll be leaving soon.
“Just a few days?” His grandmother’s face fell, the shine in her eyes dimming. “I haven’t seen you in months. Can’t you take a couple of weeks out of your busy schedule to enjoy the holidays like we used to?”
Please don’t, Ellie thought, rolling her shoulders to ease the ache from their tussle on the hardwood floor.
He came to the older woman and drew her into his embrace. “I wish I could. Maybe at the end of January. The government on the island is allowing a limited amount of time to explore the leeward side and the underwater caves.”
Mrs. Winfield stepped away. “You aren’t the only one on the research team. Let someone else do it for a while. You’re one of three marine biologists. And the other two are married to each other. They get to spend Christmas together.”
“I need to be there. Something is happening to the sea life in that part of the ocean. It’s mutating over time. It’s affected the seal population. You know how I feel about the environment and the oceans.”
“Fine.” Mrs. Winfield fluttered her hand in the air as she swept around and headed for the door to her bedroom. “I can’t argue with you over something I taught you. Good night. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I hope you’ll at least go for a power walk with Ellie and me. Seven o’clock sharp.”
“Yes, Winnie. I’ve brought my running shoes. I figured you’d want me to.”
When her employer shut the door to her room, Ellie immediately said, “I need my gun back.”
“You do? What part of your duties as my grandmother’s assistant requires you to have a gun?” His gaze skimmed down her length.
Ellie finally peered down at the clothes she wore—old sweats and a baggy T-shirt. With a glance at the mirror at the end of the hall, she noticed the wild disarray of her hair. She looked as scruffy as Colt Winfield. She certainly wouldn’t appear to this man as a capable and efficient bodyguard. Or a woman who knew how to use a gun when she needed to. “Ask yourself. What if you had been a burglar? Would you have wanted me to let you rob the place or do worse?”
For half a moment he just stared at her, then he started chuckling. “Since I’m not and I’ll be here for a few days, you’ll be safe. Didn’t you wonder why the three German shepherds didn’t bark?”
“I know that dogs can be good for security purposes, but they can be taken out. It shouldn’t be the only method a person uses.” Which Mr. Jefferson was changing—just not fast enough for her liking. A new alarm system for the house would be in place by the end of the week. But even that didn’t guarantee a person was totally safe. Hence the reason why Mr. Jefferson hired her to guard Mrs. Winfield—Winnie.
“So you decided to bring a gun.”
“I’m very capable. I was in the army.”
“Army? Even knowing that, I’m afraid, Miss St. James, we’re not going to see eye to eye on this.” He swiveled around and went to pick up a duffel bag by the steps. He hadn’t had that when he’d first come upstairs. He must have brought it up when he put the gun in the safe. “Good night.”
Ellie watched him stride down the corridor in the opposite direction of her bedroom. When he paused before a door at the far end, he slanted a look back at her. For a few seconds the corners of his mouth hitched up. He nodded his head once and then ducked inside.
She brought her hand up to comb her fingers through her hair and encountered a couple of tangles. “Ouch!”
Moving toward her bedroom, she kept her eye on his, half expecting him to pop back out with that gleam of humor dancing in his eyes. When he didn’t, something akin to disappointment flowed through her until she shoved it away. She would have to call Mr. Jefferson to tell him that Colt was here. From what she’d read about the man he was smart, with a doctorate in marine biology as well as a degree in chemistry. Currently he worked on a research vessel as the head marine biologist for a think tank formed to preserve the world’s oceans.
His grandmother hadn’t ever questioned why Ellie was always around, even in her lab, but she had a feeling Colt would. Then he would demand an answer.
* * *
After traveling for almost twenty-four hours the day before, Colt dragged himself out of bed at a quarter to seven in his old room where he’d grown up. Winnie hadn’t changed anything in here, and he doubted she ever would. She would always think of him as her little boy. Although Winnie was his grandmother, she’d raised him when his own mother had died from a massive infection shortly after he was born. Thinking of his past brought both heartache and joy. Heartache because he’d lost so many people he cared about. But he’d rather not dwell on his past. Besides, he had Winnie. She had given him so much.
After dressing in his sweats to power walk in the crisp
