Harvest Moon - By Robyn Carr Page 0,80
First of all, I have no experience, no insights. Second, Courtney really doesn’t want my help. She puts up with me—that’s all. But if she liked me even a little, I’d go with you. If you had any trouble from the bad people, I’d be happy to kick ass and take names.”
“I think she’d appreciate that…”
“She trusts you, Lief. If you tell her you’re going to be nearby, I’m sure she’ll be okay.”
“I’m sorry about all the melodrama. None of it is her fault, not really.”
She reached for his hand. “I know. Maybe we’ll get through it yet.”
“And I’m sorry about Christmas,”
“Not to worry. I’ll stay busy. Maybe I can help out—would you like me to take care of Spike?”
“He’s a load,” Lief said.
She smiled and squeezed his hand. “It’ll give me something to do. Maybe it’ll get me some points with Courtney.”
Once Lief left Kelly, she immediately started dragging vegetables out of the cooling drawers and refrigerator. After she had a big pile on the work island, she realized that she instinctively did this when she was at loose ends.
So much of what Lief had told her was shocking to her.
Courtney’s problems were so much bigger than hers, that was for certain. That poor kid, just not old enough to understand the dysfunction of the adults who were supposed to take care of her. And who could blame her or fault her? Kelly didn’t have to like her to realize she barely had a fighting chance.
Second, Lief’s commitment and the weight of his obligation kept growing. And yet, for the sake of a troubled young girl, she wouldn’t have it any other way. But this would definitely change things, going forward. It would be very hard for Kelly to be a part of that family. It just might not be possible.
Kelly and Lief had begun to talk a little bit about how they might see each other over Christmas. Jillian and Colin were going back east. One of the Riordan brothers was assigned to the Pentagon; it seemed Luke and Shelby would go also, leaving Shelby’s uncle Walt to check on the cabins in their absence. They had asked Kelly if she had any interest in going along, but she’d declined immediately. She had been looking forward to a rather quiet holiday, some of it with Lief. Perhaps with Lief and Courtney.
But not if they would be in Orlando.
Being a little lonely wasn’t the worst thing. She’d be busy. Perhaps she could help out with chores around the gardens in case Denny, the assistant, wanted to take some time for the holidays. She’d cook, can and bake. That’s what she did if she was lonely. If she was troubled or uncertain.
Why couldn’t she fall for a man who was free to fall for her?
“No!” Courtney said. “No, you can’t make me!”
Lief had talked to Jerry Powell, who’d encouraged him to break the news as soon as possible, not only to give Courtney time to get used to the idea but also time to talk to Jerry about her concerns at her next appointment. The minute he got her home from school that day, he broke it to her.
“I’m not going to make you, Court. I’m asking you to put up with this one last time and I’ll get my lawyer working on a change in that custody agreement so that you won’t have to do it again.”
“Please,” she said. “Please don’t send me!”
“I won’t send you,” he said. “I’ll take you myself. And I’ll find out where you’re staying in Orlando and I’ll go. I might even go on the same plane, stay at the same hotel. I won’t let him get away with anything.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I bet you’re just saying that. I bet it made your day—freed you right up to spend Christmas with your girlfriend!”
“Why would you say that? No,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why? Because I remember it made you pretty damn mad when Stu decided to stop having custody or visitation—you were pissed. You threatened to kill him for doing that to you!”
“No!” Lief said. “No, Court! I wanted to kill him for treating you that way!”
“That isn’t what it sounded like,” she said, turning abruptly to walk away from him.
He grabbed her arm and spun her back. “Is that what you think? That I was mad about getting you back full-time?”
“That’s how it looked. First thing you did after my mom died was send me to Stu. Then Stu