against Silver’s, unclasped her grasp and tucked her arms beneath the pink quilt patterned with fairy princesses. Tiny silver bells attached to princess shoes tinkled softly. “We have a lot to do tomorrow. It’s our bird-watching day. I want to find out more about the hummingbirds here in Tucson. You need to rest those baby-blue eyes so you’ll be able to point them out.”
“You sure like hummingbirds.”
“I sure do,” Connie agreed.
“Hey, we forgot to say my prayers.” Silver grinned.
“So we did. Okay, go ahead.” Connie knelt at the side of the bed, closed her eyes and waited.
“Dear God, thank you for today. And for Connie. I love her lots.”
Connie’s heart squeezed so tight that she could barely breathe. It’s mutual, kiddo.
“We had fun flying our kites this afternoon, God. Thanks for the wind and for Cora’s yummy muffins and for Hornby’s pretty roses. Bless my daddy and bring him home soon. And help Granny Amanda not to be mad at Daddy anymore. Amen.”
“Amen.” Connie hesitated as she studied Silver. “Honey, why do you think your grandmother is mad at your father?”
“Because she said—” Silver’s blue eyes welled with tears and she snuffled, unable to finish her sentence. “I don’t believe he’d forget about me,” she muttered defiantly a moment later. “My daddy loves me. Doesn’t he, Connie?”
“Of course he does, sweetie. Everybody knows that. You must have misunderstood your grandmother.” Connie hugged the fragile body close, praying her words were true.
“Why, look at all the lovely things your daddy sends you. Your room is going to burst if he doesn’t stop.”
That made Silver smile. A few moments later, her eyelids drooped and she was asleep. Connie rose, switched the lamp to dim and padded quietly out of the room. She set the door just the tiniest bit ajar so that if Silver woke during the night she would see the hall light and not be afraid.
Connie paused, debating the wisdom of her next move. But she couldn’t put it off any longer. Something had to be done. Her job was to protect Silver.
Help me, Lord.
She trod downstairs, moving silently over the glossy hardwood until she came to the living room. She tapped on the door once then waited for an invitation to enter.
“Constance. Is everything all right?” Amanda Abbot glanced up from the magazine she was perusing. She’d spilled her tea over the lovely rosewood table and onto the white carpet but seemed oblivious to the mess.
“Oh, dear.” Connie stemmed her irritation and grabbed two napkins to sponge up what she could. “I hope that doesn’t mark.”
“Who cares? Wade can afford another one.” Amanda waved an irritated hand. “What did you want, Constance?”
Connie rose, inhaled and prayed for courage. Some noise outside the room drew her attention for a moment. Probably Cora, the Abbot’s cook, leaving for the night.
“Well?” Amanda’s eyes flashed with annoyance.
“Speak.”
“I wanted to talk to you—” Connie gulped and forced herself to continue “—about Silver.”
“What about her?” Amanda continued to flip through the magazine. “Is she sick?”
“She was upset by your comments about her father.” There, she’d said it.
“My comments?” Amanda’s lips tightened. She tossed the magazine away. “What comments, exactly, Constance?”
“Actually, it’s Connie. Plain old Connie.” She cleared her throat. “I believe you hinted that her father had forgotten about her. Silver was quite agitated by that.”
“Oh, fiddle.” Amanda huffed. “The child needs to hear the truth. As it is, she lives in a fairy tale world. It’s better to face reality.”
“But it isn’t reality, is it?” Connie asked quietly. “Her father couldn’t have forgotten about her when he sends her a gift every week.”
“Are you questioning me?” Amanda sounded outraged.
“You know that you only have this job because I allow it. I could have suggested many others to be my granddaughter’s nanny.”
But none of them would put up with your manipulations. It was the truth, but Connie didn’t say it. Amanda did not like to be contradicted.
She also did not like her stepson.
Or so it seemed to Connie.
“I believe Mr. Foster hired me because he knew I’d protect Silver. I’m not questioning you. I’m simply telling you that when you say these things about her father, it hurts Silver. And I know you don’t want to do that.” Connie paused to gather her courage. “Yesterday, you said her father had probably found another family in Argentina. Perhaps you didn’t mean for her to overhear, but she did, and she cried about it for an hour.”
“Then you weren’t doing your job, were you?” Amanda didn’t look fazed by her part in her granddaughter’s unhappiness. “You’re supposed to keep her busy and happy.”
“I’m trying to do that. I care a great deal for Silver. That’s why I’ve come to ask you to be more careful.” Connie refused to back down. “What you say could damage the relationship between Silver and her father. That’s not right.”
“What I say is none of your business. Pack your things and get out. You’re fired.”
Connie wanted to protest, but she knew it wouldn’t help. Amanda was not one to be swayed by others.
“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you,” she said quietly. “I’m only trying to do what’s best for Silver. That is why I was hired, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Isn’t it, Amanda?”
Connie whirled around at the quiet but controlled voice that had come from behind her. A man identical to the picture on Silver’s night stand dropped the bag he was carrying beside his feet. He held out one hand.
“I’m Wade Abbot. I assume you are Connie Ladden, Silver’s nanny.”
“I am.” She shook his hand, felt the strength in his tanned fingers. He was so rugged looking and so handsome. A tiny shiver wiggled its way from her hand to her heart in a twitch of awareness. “I’m pleased to meet you. Your daughter talks about you constantly. She adores you.”
“Does she?” He studied her for a few moments then inclined his head. “I’d like to speak to my stepmother privately, Ms. Ladden. But when I’ve finished, I’d also like to talk to you. Could you meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes? I’ve been flying for seventeen hours and I’m starved.”
“Certainly, Mr. Abbot.”
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