returned to Bedford Creek.
“She didn’t tell you?” Surprise filled Paula’s expressive face. She tried to mask it, turning away to right the step stool.
“No, she didn’t.” If he’d known Paula was on the estate, he wouldn’t have betrayed shock at the sight of her. In fact, he’d probably have found a way to avoid seeing her at all.
“But I thought she…” Paula stopped, seeming to edit whatever she’d been about to say. “My school just got out for the summer yesterday, so I’m on vacation now.” Again she stopped, and again he had the sense of things left unsaid.
She’d been on vacation two years ago, when she’d come to Pennsylvania to spend the summer taking care of his son. It had seemed the perfect solution. He had needed someone reliable to care for Jason until kindergarten started in the fall. His housekeeper’s niece needed a summer job. Neither of them had anticipated anything else.
The June sunlight, slanting through the small panes of the pantry window, burnished the honey blond of her hair. Her hair was shorter now than the last time he’d seen her, and it fell in unruly curls around her face. Her green eyes still reflected glints of gold, and that vulnerable mouth and stubborn chin hadn’t changed.
Tension jagged along his nerves as images of the last time he’d seen her invaded his mind—lightning splitting the sky outside the small plane; the brief hope the pilot would manage to land, shattered when the plane cartwheeled and flames rushed toward him; Paula, several rows ahead, trapped in a mass of twisted metal. If an unexpected business trip hadn’t put him on the daily commuter flight the same day that Paula was leaving to go home, what might have happened? Would someone have pulled her from the jammed seat to safety?
“Is something wrong?” She pulled her sweatshirt sleeves down, frowning. “You don’t mind that I’m here, do you?”
“Of course not. I’m just surprised.” He tried for a coolness he didn’t feel. “It didn’t bother you, flying back into Bedford Creek again?”
“No.” She shook her head, then smiled ruefully. “I suppose it might have, if I’d tried to do it. I drove up from Baltimore.”
Her admission of vulnerability startled him. The Paula he remembered had been proud of her self-reliance and determined not to accept help from anyone. Even after the accident, when he’d awakened in the hospital and learned her family had taken her home to Baltimore for medical care, his offer of financial help had been quickly refused.
“Driving instead of flying sounds reasonable to me,” he said. “I don’t enjoy getting on a plane now, either.”
His own admission shocked him even more. Alexander Caine didn’t admit weakness, not to anyone. His father had trained that out of him when he was about his own son’s age.
“I haven’t been on a plane since…” Paula’s gaze flickered away from the scar that accented Alex’s cheekbone.
His mouth stiffened, and he read the reaction he should have gotten used to by now. “The plane crash,” he finished for her, his tone dry. “You can say the words, you know.” He didn’t need or want her pity.
“The drive up wasn’t bad—just long.” She seemed determined to ignore his reference to the crash. She stared at the rows of shelves with their seldom-used dishes as if she really didn’t see them. Then her gaze shifted to him. “As I said, I’m on vacation, so I was free to come when Aunt Maida needed me.” Her expression turned challenging. “You have noticed she’s in pain lately, haven’t you?”
He stiffened at the implication of neglect in her pointed question. Of course he felt responsible for the woman who’d cared for his family all these years. But it wasn’t Paula Hansen’s place to question him.
“I’ve asked her repeatedly about her health,” he said. “She keeps insisting she’s fine.”
She lifted her eyebrows, her gaze turning skeptical. Paula’s face had always shown her emotions so clearly. A picture flashed into his mind of her lips close to his, her eyes soft.
No. He pushed the errant thought away. Don’t go there.
“Aunt Maida always insists she’s fine. But you must have noticed something.”
“She’s been tired and limping more lately.” He reached behind him for the door, hoping he didn’t sound defensive. He was wasting time in this futile discussion—time he didn’t have to spare. “I told her to take it easy this afternoon. She does too much.” He glanced at the pans scattered on the worn linoleum. “Instead, she seems to have enlisted you as assistant housekeeper.”
Her chin came up at that, as if it were an insult. “I’m glad to help my aunt.”
The last time she’d been here, it had been for her brief job as Jason’s nanny. Alex tried again to ignore the flood of memories of that time: the laughter and warmth she’d brought to this house, her face turned toward his in the moonlight, the moment he’d forgotten himself and kissed her—
Enough. He’d gotten through the remainder of her stay in Bedford Creek by pretending that kiss had never happened. Paula was probably as eager as he was to avoid the subject.
“I’ve already told Maida to rest more,” he said. “She won’t listen.”
“It isn’t just rest she needs.” She stared at him, a question in her green eyes. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” He couldn’t erase the irritation from his tone. “What are you driving at, Paula? I don’t have time for guessing games.”
Her eyes flashed. “She can’t put it off any longer. Aunt Maida has to have hip replacement surgery.”
Surgery. The implications staggered him. Maida, the rock on which his home life depended, needed surgery. He fought past a wave of guilt that he hadn’t guessed what was going on.
“No, I didn’t know.” He returned Paula’s frown. “I wish Maida had told me, but if she didn’t want to, that was her right.”
“She didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to worry.”
Paula clearly didn’t consider protecting him from worry a priority. Antagonism battled the attraction he felt just looking at her. Maybe it was a good thing she annoyed him so much. It reminded him not to let that attraction get out of control, as it had once before.
“That’s ridiculous,” he said shortly. “If she needs the operation now, she has to have it. There’s no question of that.”
Even as he frowned at Paula, his mind raced from one responsibility to another—his son, the factory, the business deal that might save them. His stomach clenched at the thought of the Swiss firm’s representative, due to visit any day now. He’d expect to be entertained in Alex’s home. How could Alex swing that without Maida’s calm, efficient management?
“My aunt knows this is a bad time for you. That’s probably why she hasn’t told you.”
He sensed Paula’s disapproval, although whether it was directed at him or her aunt, he didn’t know. “I’ll manage,” he said curtly. “I’ll have to find someone to fill in for her, that’s all.”
