Vanessa smiled as her patient, Lindy Austin, played with
Vanessa's niece, Jamie. Turning two and sweet as spun
sugar, Jamie made Lindy laugh as they played with the
plastic dollhouse and the toddler babbled on. Vanessa
suspected it had been a while since Lindy had laughed like
that.
Ever since she'd received the call that sent her to the
hospital in the middle of the night five days ago, Vanessa
had taken care of Lindy, and eventually brought her here
to her mother's house in the Highland Park section of
Dallas, where Vanessa still lived. Lindy had said she
couldn't face going back to the condo she'd lived in with
her mother.
Only Vanessa had gone to the condo to pack some clothes
for Lindy. And she'd been disturbed by what she'd found.
Richard Austin, Lindy's half brother, had a lot to answer
for. At the time of the accident he'd been in Japan on
business and had ordered his attorney to make sure Lindy
was taken care of. That had been the extent of Richard's
involvement. Because of the Austins'connections to the
university Dr. Cavanaugh got involved, but he knew little
about Richard Austin.
Vanessa had so many questions about the man. But she
couldn't ask Lindy. The teen reacted badly to the mere
mention of his name, which made Vanessa even more
determined to protect the girl. How, she wasn't sure, but
she'd find a way.
"Vanessa?" Betty, the housekeeper, came into the morning
room, breaking into her thoughts.
Vanessa looked up quickly. There was a hint of urgency in
the housekeeper's voice that alarmed her.
"What is it, Betty?"
"You have a caller. Shall I show him to the library?"
Vanessa paused. She started to ask the name of the
visitor, but Betty's gaze darted to Lindy and then back to
Vanessa. So the caller was about her charge.
"Yes, thank you."
She looked at her sister, Jamie's mom. "I've been
expecting this visitor. Rebecca, can you keep an eye on
everyone for a few minutes?"
She was glad Rebecca was here. There was a special bond
between the sisters, perhaps because Rebecca was the first
of her siblings found a couple of years ago. Not a day
went by that Vanessa didn't thank her mother, Vivian
Greenfield, for telling her that she was adopted and
offering to help Vanessa find her siblings. Four out of
the five had been located, with the help of Will
Greenfield, a private investigator and Vivian's second
husband. The last sibling would never be found: Walter
Barlow, a soldier, had been killed in Iraq.
For being a devoted mother and for understanding Vanessa's
need to find her siblings, she would forever love her
mother. Brothers and sisters had enriched her life
immeasurably.
Too bad that wasn't the case for young Lindy. Vanessa gave
her sister a thankful nod when she agreed. As the mother
of two, Rebecca would do anything to protect Lindy, too,
Vanessa knew. "I'll hurry back," she said.
Vanessa left the morning room and went to the library. She
entered the room quietly, but she didn't catch her visitor
by surprise.
He turned and studied her. "Are youVanessa Shaw?"
"Yes, I am." When he said nothing else, she spoke up. "My
housekeeper didn't mention your name."
"I'm Richard Austin, here to pick up my sister." Even his
voice was cold.
Vanessa took a good look at the man she'd been obsessing
about since she'd met his sister. He was tall, and dressed
impeccably in what looked like a custom-made Italian suit.
His dark hair had that just-cut look, and something made
her believe it always did. The chill that radiated from
his dark eyes came as no surprise to her. The man would
never ease Lindy's fears.
Keeping her reaction under wraps, she effected a
professional distance, slowly walked over to the fireplace
and sat down in one of the wing chairs. "Well, then, Mr.
Austin, would you join me, please? I'd like to talk to you
about Lindy."
"There's no need. Just bring the girl to me. I'm in a
hurry."
Vanessa said nothing, just stared at him. Finally, he
moved to the other wing chair. "Make it quick."
Vanessa grew more determined. She couldn't possibly hand
Lindy over to this ice man. "What are your plans for
Lindy?"
"I'll return her to the condo and find a responsible
person to take care of her."
"But you won't concern yourself with her?" Vanessa asked.
"What are you getting at? The girl is a stranger to me."
Without knowing, he was making her case for her. "And
whose fault is that? According to Lindy, you're always too
busy even to talk to her."
"That's none of your business, Miss Shaw."
"I think it is. I was at the hospital with her when she
came to, after attempting to commit suicide. I've taken
care of her for the past five days while you were too busy
to find out how she was doing."
"What do you mean she tried to commit suicide?" he
demanded, frowning deeply.
"No one told you?"
"No!"
"She was alone when she was notified that her mother had
been killed. Emotionally distraught, she swallowed her
mother's sleeping pills and almost died. Fortunately, your
lawyer realized that might be a difficult blow to a
fifteen-year-old and came to the apartment to see if she
was all right."
"Why didn't he tell me?" Richard demanded, jumping to his
feet.
"Perhaps he was afraid of displeasing you." Her father had
been an important businessman like the one in front of
her, and he'd generated fear among his employees and
everyone around him, no doubt like Richard did. Vanessa
had learned to overcome that fear and had faced her
adoptive father many a time. She would do the same with
Richard Austin. She had to, for Lindy's sake.
The man scowled at her. "Never mind. Bring Lindy to me."
"So she can become distraught and try to kill herself
again?" She wasn't going to pull her punches.
"I said I'd find someone to take care of her!" he snapped.
"Leave her with me."
She could see that she had caught him by surprise with
that request.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Leave your sister here with me. I have room for her and I
care about her."
"She has a perfectly good condo to go to!"
"Have you been to the condo?"
He scowled again. "Once, when I bought it for them."
"Well, let me tell you about the place she called home. I
went to pack up Lindy's clothes when she came to stay with
me. The living room is beautifully decorated, the master
bedroom lovely, the dining room elegant." She speared him
with a look. "But there's no table in the kitchen, and
Lindy slept on a pallet on the floor. Her clothes are few
and cheap, but the master bedroom has a closet full of
designer clothes and shoes. Whose fault is that?"
He came back to his chair and sank into it. "I left her
with her mother, who had legal custody. What else should I
have done?"
"Perhaps you could have visited occasionally. It wasn't
just you who lost your father. Lindy did, too."
"You don't understand!"
"Then tell me what I don't understand," she said softly.
"The damn woman tried to seduce me two days after we
buried my father."
"And you left Lindy with that kind of woman?" she demanded.
"She was her mother!" the man roared.
Vanessa drew a deep breath. "Please control yourself, Mr.
Austin."
"I damn well won't if you're going to keep accusing me of
doing something wrong!"
"Couldn't you at least have made sure she had the
necessities?"
"The money I paid out each month was double what they were
entitled to."
"Well, now you can save all that money. Just leave Lindy
with me. She needs a lot of love and protection right now
for her to recover."
Silence. "You do want her to recover, don't you?"
"Of course I do. But I know nothing about you."
"At least you don't know anything bad about me. You can't
say that about the woman you left her with nine years ago."
"Do you have any references?" he demanded, starch in his
voice.
"Yes, Dr. Cavanaugh, head of the Psychology Department. He
sent me to the hospital. He'll vouch for me."
"Very well. I'll contact him. If I agree to this
arrangement, the two of you can move into the condo. I'll
make sure it's furnished this time."
"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"I want Lindy to stay here with me, where she'll feel like
she's in a family."
"A big house does not a family make, Miss Shaw."
"My parents, my baby brother, the housekeeper and her
husband live here. I also have two brothers and a sister
nearby. In fact, my sister is here now with her two-year-
old. Lindy is enjoying playing with her."
"That would be an imposition. I'll find someone to take
care of her."
"No!" Vanessa exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "I insist
that you leave Lindy here. She's not strong enough to be
on her own."
He paused, frowning. Then he said, "I suppose I could pay
you for her upkeep and your care of her, if I decide it
will be the best thing for her."
"If you'll leave her here, I won't charge you anything."
"I insist. I don't believe in owing anyone."
"Whatever — as long as you leave her here."
"All right, I'll let you know my decision after I make
some calls. Here's my card. If you need anything for Lindy
in the meantime, let me know at once."
"Thank you. Will you inform your lawyer?"
"Of course...after I speak to him about not telling me the
truth about Lindy."
With that, he was gone.