His Forever Love. Missy TippensЧитать онлайн книгу.
Lindsay, while I’m here, Granny won’t really need your help.”
“And how long do you plan to stay this time? Ten minutes?”
Obviously, she hadn’t forgiven him for leaving town after high school. Or maybe he was reading too much into her anger. Maybe she just thought she needed to protect Granny. “I know I’m not here often, but I do love my grandmother.”
“Where were you when she had the flu last winter or when someone tried to break into her house one night? I’m the one who helped her then. And I’m the one who was here to keep her from giving out her credit card number in a phone scam.”
She sounded hurt that he had tried to exclude her. “I’m sorry. I just thought you might enjoy a little time off.” Plus, I’m not sure I can be around you every day.
She slumped into a chair at the table. “No. I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. I’m worried about her and don’t want to be shut out while she’s recovering.”
“That’s fine. I’m sure I can use your help.”
“Thank you.” She stood and reached for the back door. “Well, I guess I need to go check out back. I think we left a mess of trash after her fall.”
While Lindsay was outside, the seriousness of Granny’s situation hit Bill. She’d been ill with the flu. And had had someone try to break in and someone else try to rip her off. She was old and vulnerable. Probably needed someone with her around the clock.
Maybe the fall would turn out to be for the good. It helped him face what he’d always known—at some point he and Granny would reverse roles, and he would become the caregiver.
The time had come for him to move Granny to live with him.
He took a deep breath. When he blew it out, he felt lighter, happier. It would be nice to have Granny nearby. Nice to have a family.
When Lindsay came in from tidying up the backyard, Bill blindsided her with the most ridiculous request. “Are you crazy?” she asked.
He stepped back as if she’d breathed fire on him. If only she could.
“I’m simply asking for your help,” he said.
“No. There’s your answer. I won’t help you tell your poor granny that she has to quit her new job, sell her beloved home, leave all her lifelong friends, and move up where it snows all the time.”
“It doesn’t snow all the time.”
Of course. Mr. Brain missed the point entirely. “Your grandmother does fine on her own. Whatever feebleness you thought you saw was due to her fall. She’s probably bruised, sore. And for your information, the flu and scam artists hang out in Boston, too.”
“So I’m assuming I can’t count on you to help me break the news?”
She gave him a look that said get a clue.
He turned and went toward the living room. Lindsay wanted to escape. She couldn’t stand having to witness what he was about to do. But maybe she and Granny could change his mind.
She followed him, but paused before entering, listening.
Bill mumbled soft words she couldn’t decipher.
Granny laughed. Cackled, actually. “I’m not getting feeble, son. I just took a fall. And look, I didn’t break. Well, except for the wrist.”
As Lindsay walked in, Bill said, “You’re getting to an age where you may need some help.”
“Lindsay gives me all the help I need. Which is mainly a ride around town. I’m not driving much anymore.”
Lindsay took her place beside Granny Bea. “She’s insisted on keeping her license and car, but I don’t let her drive. So don’t worry about that.”
“It’s for an emergency,” Granny Bea added.
Bill looked from Granny Bea to her, then back. “I’ve been thinking about this move off and on for a few years. At one time, I even checked out an adult day-care facility near my office. You would have activities during the day, then I would be home with you at night.”
“I have plenty of activities here. Lindsay and I coordinate trips for the seniors’ group at church. And we work three days a week at the community center—all those precious, needy kids, plus a few old codgers who are lonely and come to volunteer. They keep me young. I couldn’t give that up.”
“Well, looks like that’s two votes against one.” Lindsay held up two fingers on one hand and one finger on the other. “I guess Granny Bea will be staying here.”
Apparently, Bill didn’t appreciate her scorekeeping. He didn’t crack a smile, and she could practically see the cogs working in his mind.
He could think all he wanted. She wasn’t budging.
As Granny began to nod off, Bill walked through the house, noting the condition of each room. Carpet needed replacing. When they’d driven up, he’d noticed the roof was on its last leg.
They had a good bit of work ahead of them if they were going to sell the house. Not to mention the accumulation of belongings from over fifty years in the house.
Lindsay followed him through the rooms, watching his every move. “What are you doing?” she finally asked.
“I’m certain Granny will come around to the idea of moving in with me. I’m noting repairs that need to be done before putting the house on the market.”
“Your grandmother is fine. Give her time to recover before you make any drastic decisions.”
“It’s not just the fall. She’s vulnerable here all alone.”
“Just promise me you won’t make a knee-jerk decision.”
“I never do that.”
She nodded. She knew he took a scientific approach to life. At least he used to. “Well, I guess I’ll go throw something together for dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that. I can take over from here.”
“Cooking her meals is part of my job.”
Three times he’d hired someone to help Granny, and she’d fired every one of them. And now she’d hired Lindsay herself. “Okay. Well, let me know if you need any help.”
She eyed him warily. “You can cook?”
He smiled. “According to my coworkers, I’m a great cook. Granny taught me.”
“Hmm. I’ll holler if I need you.” She headed toward the kitchen with one quick glance over her shoulder. As if she didn’t trust him.
It was no wonder she didn’t trust him. Cooking. Or otherwise. He’d left town fifteen years ago without any warning.
But he’d been crazy about her. He’d been her lab partner and study partner for years, while silently wishing for more. Then during their senior year, despite the fact that she was dating Joey Peck, he’d decided it was time to tell her how he felt about her.
He’d resisted all along because he was such a joke at school. He was sure she wouldn’t even consider dating the school’s number-one geek. But as graduation approached, he sensed a new relationship forming. She seemed more confident, more sure of who she was and where she was going.
And maybe it had been wishful thinking, but he thought he’d detected a flash of attraction one night while they studied for finals side by side on Granny’s porch swing.
So he’d gone out and bought her an angel figurine for her collection. It had a plaque that said I Love You. His hands had shaken as he paid for it, then wrapped it up. He’d sent Granny and his brother to the movie that night, and invited Lindsay over. He waited in the swing with the wrapped gift.
She’d