Kitabı oku: «The Kavanaughs»

Chapter One

Dani Boatman piped the last exquisite rose onto the top layer of the tiered wedding cake. She stood back and examined her handiwork. Magnificent, she decided—almost too pretty to cut and eat.

But it would definitely be eaten. According to the bride, the guest list kept growing. Weddings were apparently a big deal in the small town of Winding Creek, Texas—a chance to dress up, visit with friends and neighbors and dance to a live band. And, of course, to celebrate the new couple.

The exciting part was that this time, she was not only invited to the festivities, but was also actually going to be involved. Maid of honor in the wedding of Grace Addison and Pierce Lawrence.

She’d be the only attendant, except for Pierce’s five-year-old daughter, Jaci, who’d be the flower girl.

Grace had helped Dani pick out her dress, which was made of an emerald-green satin that brought out Dani’s eyes and went well with her mass of unruly coppery curls.

The style worked, too. The dress was fitted at the waist with cap sleeves and a slightly flared skirt that fell to her ankles—easily long enough to cover her chunky calves.

The rounded, no-frills neckline revealed only a minimum of cleavage and fully covered her size 38 D puppies. A plump lady’s version of chic.

Grace had been her first and only close friend since moving here. Not that the people weren’t nice, but Dani’s spare time amounted to pretty much zero.

Dani put the finishing touches on the cake, the last rose with petals so thin they were practically translucent. She’d entwined the roses with deep green vines to represent the way Grace and Pierce’s lives had joined together forever.

Dani was a sucker for anything romantic. Not that she had any romance in her life. She’d dated, but never anything serious. Never met a guy who’d blown her away with just a smile, the way it happened in books.

Hadn’t been with a guy who’d made her heart go tripping or left her breathless the way Grace claimed Pierce affected her.

But Dani was only twenty-six. One day her prince would come charging in on a white horse. Of course, with her luck, he’d probably be dropping by to order a wedding cake for his marriage to some hot chick with a drop-dead gorgeous body.

So, who needs a prince?

Dani had her very own bakery and she had her adorable, drama-queen niece, Constance, who’d dropped into her life totally unexpectedly. Between her job and her niece, she was kept busy enough that she hit the bed exhausted every night.

And Dani was just about there now. She rubbed the tired muscles in her neck and glanced at the wall clock next to the cooling racks. Eighteen minutes after nine.

Not late by most people’s standards for a Friday night, but she’d be up and baking before sunrise tomorrow morning. Fortunately all she had to do was descend the stairs from her second-floor living quarters and she was on the job.

She started cleaning the mess she’d made while icing the cake. The old building that housed her bakery was never totally quiet. It creaked and groaned at will, as if yesterday’s ghosts still haunted the place that had originally been a bordello more than a century ago.

If only walls could talk.

Dani was startled from her mind’s imaginative drifting at the sound of someone hammering a fist against the front door of the shop. The sign on the door clearly indicated they were closed and the lights in the serving section were out.

No one could be this desperate for a late-night sugar high.

She removed the chef’s hat that kept her wild hair under control while she worked, and walked briskly to the front door of the shop. She arrived as the knocking started again. She flicked on the outdoor light to see who was so rudely persistent.

The man who stared back at her looked harmless enough. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue plaid, long-sleeved sport shirt, open at the neck. Needed a haircut, but was clean-shaven. He looked a tad familiar, but she couldn’t place him.

She motioned to the closed sign. The man didn’t take the hint but kept standing there and waiting for her to let him in.

It was Friday night, so there were still a few people out and about in Winding Creek’s downtown area. A couple were leaving the pharmacy across the street. A family of four with ice-cream cones were checking out the display window of a candle shop next to the pharmacy. A group of twentysomethings spilled out of a double cab pickup truck and into the middle of Main Street, no doubt headed to Caffe’s Bar and Grill around the corner.

The man at her door looked no more of a threat than the rest of them. Besides which, the town of Winding Creek was practically crime-free. She pulled the key ring from her pocket, unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

“We’re closed,” she said. “Open again at seven tomorrow morning.”

“Sorry to bother you, but I think I left my windbreaker here earlier today.”

The pieces suddenly fell together. He was obviously the man who’d left the jacket she’d found on the floor beneath one of the tables.

“Was it blue?”

“Yep. Navy blue.”

“I’ll get it for you.”

He put a foot in the door, basically inviting himself inside. His pushiness irritated her and made her a bit nervous.

She checked to make sure her cell phone was still attached to the waistband of her flour-splattered slacks. A call to 911 would have a deputy at her door in seconds. There would always be at least one in the downtown area on Friday evenings.

“Nice place you have here,” he said. “Dani’s Delights, catchy name, too.”

“Thank you. I’ll be right back with your jacket.”

She retreated to her office off the kitchen, picked up the jacket and took her cell phone in her right hand. When she turned around, the man was standing a few feet from her, blocking the door.

“Here’s your jacket,” she said. “You can go now.”

“After we talk.”

His attitude alarmed her. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“Yes, we do.” He took a step toward her, almost backing her against her desk.

Every muscle tensed. “If it’s conversation you want, I’ll yell and my husband will rush down the stairs to join the chat. I should warn you, he’s an excellent shot and will be toting a forty-five.”

“You don’t have a husband, but you do have my daughter. So now that we have the essentials out of the way, why don’t we sit down and discuss this quietly like two rational adults?”

“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but you’ve obviously mistaken me for someone else.”

“No. I know exactly who you are, and that you were granted custody of my daughter, Constance Boatman. That’s where the mistakes comes in. I’m her father, which makes me next of kin—not you.”

“You’re lying.” The words had flown to her mouth. Only she couldn’t be sure of their accuracy. She had no idea who Constance’s father was. She had her niece’s birth certificate filed away in her upstairs living quarters, where Constance was sleeping right now. No father was listed. She was certain of that.

The social workers who’d testified in the custody hearing had insisted there was no record of the father’s identity. That had been eight months ago, weeks after her sister, Amber’s, tragic death. If he was the father, where had he been all this time?

“Who are you?” she demanded.

“You know my name. James Haggard. It’s on the birth certificate. Your sister, Amber, and I were very much in love back then. Your niece is a love child, if that matters to you. That was before your sister let the addiction turn her into a slut.”

“My sister is dead and I will not tolerate you talking about her that way. Get out now or I will call the police.”

“Not a good idea. Once the law gets involved, things get really sticky. I prove I’m Constance’s birth father, I get custody. Case closed. Trust me, I’d make a lousy father. She’s better off with you.”

That she believed, but she refused to accept he had any claim on Constance. But what if he did? Someone contributed the sperm that led to her birth. That person might well be an obnoxious jerk like James Haggard.

From the time Amber turned sixteen and moved out, she had slept with any man who’d supply her with drugs. And her sister had ignored both their mother’s tears and Dani’s constant pleading for Amber to go into rehab. Their mother had never fully recovered from the heartbreak.

Dani’s precious niece was all she had left of the sister who had meant the world to her. She wouldn’t turn her over to this irresponsible jerk even if he was her biological father.

Dani’s stomach retched. She had to deal with this. “What is it you want?”

“My share of the insurance settlement from the car manufacturer. The faulty air bag that led to my dear, sweet daughter losing her mother earned you a hefty payout.”

“I should have known it was greed that brought you here.”

“Don’t be so pious, Dani. This little business setup you have here didn’t come cheap. You didn’t pay for it with pocket change.”

“No, which is why I’m up to my eyeballs in debt.” Not that it was any of his business.

“Don’t try to pull one on over me. I’ve had all of that I’m putting up with. I know how much the payoff was. By my estimates, even after you paid for the bakery and the lawyers took their share, I figure you have at least a couple of million dollars left. I deserve all of that, but to show you what a nice man I am, I’ll settle for a mere million. In cash. In one week.”

“You...” Dani bit back the words she wanted to hurl at him. They wouldn’t phase a lowlife like him. Yet she could easily believe he would have gotten Amber pregnant and then abandoned her and the baby.

Amber had been a stunning beauty before her addiction took its toll, just as James Haggard said. She’d had long auburn hair that fell in loose curls about her shoulders, gorgeous amber-colored eyes, lush eyelashes and a dynamite body.

Amber had always been the pretty sister. Everyone had said it. The comments had cut Dani to the quick when they were growing up. That hadn’t changed the fact that she worshipped her older sister.

Now it was Constance who mattered more than anything.

“Even if you are Constance’s father—which I seriously doubt—you’re wrong about the insurance money. It’s all in a trust fund for Constance and can’t be touched until she turns twenty-one.”

“Yet you found a way to get your greedy little hands on it,” the man snarled. “And you can cut the pretense. We both know you have at least a copy of the birth certificate that lists me as the father.”

She shook her head. She’d had enough. “You’re wrong. Now get out. And stay away from here. If you show up again, I’ll call the sheriff and press harassment charges.”

He glared at her, his eyes dark and penetrating, and it was almost as if she could feel a bizarre mix of evil and madness fighting for his soul.

Chills ran up her spine, but she stood her ground. She pointed to the door. “Out. Now.”

“I’m leaving, but I’ll be back next week for the stacks. If you don’t have all the big ones, I’ll not only file for paternal custody, but have you prosecuted for stealing my daughter’s money. Is that what you want?”

“You won’t have a prayer of getting custody without proof of paternity. Bluffing won’t help you. DNA won’t lie for you.”

“DNA won’t have to lie. In the meantime, take care of my beloved daughter.” He smiled at his own sarcastic quip, turned and walked away.

Anger and dread left Dani shaking. This was blackmail, plain and simple. A scam. A bluff. James Haggard’s name was not on the birth certificate.

But what if a paternity test proved he was Constance’s father? Was there a judge alive who’d actually take a child who’d been through what Constance had suffered and rip her from this safe, secure life, where she was loved?

Would any judge grant custody to a man who’d abandoned his child and her addicted mother years before? Wouldn’t a judge realize that Haggard was in this strictly to find a way to get at Constance’s trust fund?

But then, crazier things happened in the court system every day.

“I’ve told you the insurance is in an untouchable trust and there’s no way I can come up with the amount of money you’re talking about.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to do that myself—once I have custody of Constance.” He started to the door, then turned and pointed at her as if he was pulling a trigger. “Next Friday. Before noon.”

She waited until she heard the front door slam behind Haggard before she walked over and locked the door behind him.

She looked out the huge front window and stared at the dance of light and shadows beneath the antique streetlights. Winding Creek was the ideal, small Texas town. Friendly. Safe.

A place where Constance could heal from the ordeals she’d endured living with Amber and her addictions. A home where she felt protected and loved after years of neglect and frequent abandonment by her own mother. That had been the deciding factor in Dani’s going into debt to open her own bakery here.

James Haggard had shattered that illusion.

Dani went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. The cake she’d worked hours on meant nothing to her as Haggard’s vicious threats echoed through her mind.

She was not convinced he was Constance’s father, but she was certain he’d told the truth about at least one thing.

He would be back.