love the company.”
He wouldn’t take her up on it, but the offer was sweet. “Thank you, Vivian.”
After he left the house, he got into his car to drive home. He had a lot to think about. And he couldn’t help feeling a surge of anger toward Vanessa Shaw. He’d forgotten she was studying to be a psychologist. She’d make a good one, he remarked to himself. She’d certainly found the right button to push and he’d done exactly what she wanted.
Normally he wasn’t that easily manipulated. Dinner Wednesday evening wouldn’t be exactly as she’d envisioned it.
He hit a button on his cell phone.
A silky voice answered. “Hello.”
“Sharon, it’s Rick.”
“Oh, hi, lover. I missed you tonight.”
He chuckled. That was her standard greeting, though he seldom saw her because of his travels. “Good. I’m having an intimate dinner party on Wednesday evening at seven. It will just be you, my sister and her guardian. Can you make it?”
“I didn’t know you had a sister. But of course I’ll be glad to come. I’m delighted to finally meet your family.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
He shut off the cell phone, thinking about what she’d meant. When it hit him that Sharon thought he was getting serious about her, he almost stomped on the brakes. Damn! He’d let Vanessa get under his skin and trick him into doing the right thing. Then he’d tried to outsmart her, and now look at the mess he was in.
Sharon was a good date, presentable, sophisticated. She didn’t require a lot of maintenance, either. But he, unlike his father, did not intend to be caught by a pretty face or a good body. His stepmother had taught him that lesson.
Should he call Sharon back and cancel? No, he needed protection from Vanessa.
What was he thinking? He didn’t need protection from any woman! He could handle himself…couldn’t he?
THE EFFECT RICK’S INVITATION had on Lindy was remarkable. She always seemed to be smiling. And thinking about Wednesday. Monday, after a relaxing weekend, she announced, “It’s only two days until Wednesday.”
Vanessa looked up in surprise. “Well, yes, Wednesday is always two days after Monday, Lindy.”
“Yes, but we don’t always have an invitation to Rick’s for dinner, you know.”
“Ah, yes, I forgot about that.” At Lindy’s alarmed look, she hastily added, “Temporarily, of course. I have it written in my day planner.”
“Oh, good. I was thinking maybe I could wear my new pink dress.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“What will you wear?”
“Me? I don’t think it matters what I wear. Rick will be focused on you, not me.”
Lindy kept her head down, saying nothing for several minutes, but Vanessa waited patiently.
“Maybe…maybe Rick only invited me so you’d come,” she finally said, almost in a whisper.
Vanessa put her arm around the young girl. “I can guarantee you that’s not the case. Don’t even give it another thought.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I think he realized he should be there the first time you come back to the family home. That’s what his father would’ve wanted—Let me rephrase that. That’s what your father would’ve wanted.”
Tears filled Lindy’s eyes. “I can’t really remember him,” she confessed. “When I think about him, I remember how he made me feel, rather than what he looked like.”
“Don’t you have a picture of him?” Vanessa asked, shocked.
“No. Mom didn’t have any pictures of him. I asked her once, but she said no.”
“Maybe while we’re over there Rick will let you have a picture of your father.”
“Do you think he might? I’d like that.”
Vanessa made a mental note to call Rick later, when Lindy wasn’t around.
Just then, the phone rang downstairs, which meant it was for her parents. Vanessa ignored it. Betty would answer it if her mother wasn’t available. To her surprise, Betty called up the stairs for her.
“Excuse me, Lindy. I’ll go see what Betty wants.”
She quickly ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Vanessa. Your sister is on the line, wanting to know if Lindy could baby-sit tonight,” Betty said. “She didn’t want to call on your line because she figured Lindy would hear the conversation. She thought you should decide if you thought it was okay before she talked to Lindy.”
“Oh. I’d better talk to her.” She went to the phone in the library. “Becca? It’s Vanessa. You need Lindy for tonight?”
“Yes. Jeff wants me to accompany him to dinner with one of his clients. We’ll be home before ten. Do you think Lindy could baby-sit?”
“She probably could, but you could bring the kids over here.”
“I know, but I thought it would be good for Lindy’s self-esteem, and the kids will be in bed asleep when we get home, which will be nice.”
“Okay. Do you want to talk to her?”
“I’ll call on your line, if you want, and we can pretend this conversation never happened. Okay?”
“Sure. Give me a couple of minutes to get back upstairs. And, Becca? Thanks.”
Vanessa could hear the smile in her sister’s voice. When Rebecca said, “I wasn’t around when you were little. It’s the least I can do. And it helps me, too.”
After hanging up, Vanessa hurried upstairs. Rebecca was right. Baby-sitting would help Lindy’s self-esteem. She composed her features so Lindy wouldn’t know what was happening until Rebecca called.
Lindy looked up. “Is everything okay?”
“Sure. Betty wanted to see if we’d be happy with what she was thinking about for dinner. But I told her we always love anything she fixes,” Vanessa said with a smile.
Before Lindy could ask what was for dinner, which Vanessa realized would have been the snag in her story, the phone rang again. “Hello?” Vanessa answered. “Oh, hi, Becca. Yes, she’s here.” She handed the phone to Lindy, who looked apprehensive.
That apprehension turned to delight as Lindy listened to Rebecca’s request. After agreeing to the offer, she hung up the phone and turned to Vanessa in excitement.
“She wants me to baby-sit! She said the kids like me
