Product Details

• Read a Sample Chapter

Read a Sample Chapter

The Family Man

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Chapter One

"Can we go home now?" Hannah asked as she plucked a dandelion from the sparse grass at her feet. A gentle breeze lifted wisps of blond hair that escaped from her braid.

Hannah, one of Thea's ten-year-old charges, was perched on the corner of a black suitcase so large she could have fit in it, had it not been stuffed with everything the girl owned. They hadn't moved beyond the cracked sidewalk, edged with crabgrass, upon which the apartment complex landlord had left them fifteen minutes ago.

"We don't have a home," Tess announced in a wobbly voice. She stuck her little chin out, daring Thea or Hannah, her twin, to contradict her.

Swallowing a pang of despair, Thea stepped over her laptop computer and drew Tess to her. Not that the cramped, dark apartment had ever felt like home to Thea. This Seattle apartment was just one in a string of places she'd stayed since leaving home nine years ago. No, Thea hadn't lived in a place she'd call home in a long time.

Next to Thea, Tess kept her body stiff, staunchly refusing to show any sign that she was comforted in any way. Tess had to be the brightest, most standoffish child Thea had ever come across. And despite Thea's best efforts these past two months, she'd beenunable to break through the barriers Tess and Hannah had erected around their hearts after their mother died.

"Home is where the heart is. You know, where you hang your hat and park your flip-flops." Thea tried to keep the words light, knowing she failed. Their mom was dead and their dad had gone missing. And since Thea could relate to mothers leaving and dads not caring too much, how upbeat could she be? Still, she had to try. "There's a better home for you out there. One with a ... a backyard ... and trees."

Since she was a kid, Thea Gayle had tried to go through life looking for the silver lining and encouraging those around her to do the same. She wouldn't let a few minor setbacks - like being evicted or not knowing where her employer was - get her down. At least, she hoped she wouldn't.

Thea forced her gaze away from the mocking piles of chaos that surrounded the twins she'd been hired to care for. Three bulging suitcases, a laptop computer, several boxes of textbooks and notebooks, two pink scuffed backpacks and one box with the meager remnants of their pantry were scattered in disarray around the porch of what had formerly been their sparsely furnished apartment.

"A house." Hannah made a wish, blew the white dandelion fronds into the air and shut her eyes tight, adding in a whisper, "A house with a staircase leading up to a magic room."

"With lots of friends nearby," Tess added, to Thea's surprise.

"That's the spirit." Thea managed a weak smile before the trio descended back into a lost silence.

"You won't leave us, will you?" Hannah turned her big blue eyes to Thea, her bottom lip quivering.

"No," Thea hastened to reassure Hannah. She might only be their nanny, but she cared about them.

If only they'd let themselves care in return.

"This is all his fault," huffed Tess, turning her back to Thea and crossing her skinny arms over her thin chest.

Assuming Tess referred to her father, Thea didn't refute her words. The girl was right. If Wes Delaney had paid the rent, his cell-phone bill - or even paid Thea - in the past few months, they'd be on the other side of that apartment door right now. If Thea could turn back the clock, she'd never again complain about the peeling paint on the door or the walls so thin you could hear the couple next door fighting. She'd be sitting content-edly at the kitchen table, studying for her Ph.D. exams while the twins did their homework on either side of her.

Two months ago, Wes's advertisement for a nanny/housekeeper had seemed a blessing. Working on her Ph.D. in textiles had taken Thea longer than she'd planned. She'd finished her coursework and was studying for her written and oral exams. Her savings had dipped dangerously low, so she'd taken the position with the Delaneys, which would have been fine if she'd been better at prioritizing the needs of the twins against progress on her studies. Now her exams were rapidly approaching and she was woefully unprepared.

And a lacking place to sleep.

Uncertainty, sour and unpleasant, clutched Thea's heart. No place to live. Less money than ever. Running out of hope that she'd ever fulfill the promise she'd made to make something of herself. And with Wes gone to heaven knew where - he couldn't be dead, could he? - what was she going to do with the twins?

As if aware of Thea's rising panic, Tess walked down the front path to the curb where Thea's yellow Volkswagen Beetle was parked. After a moment, Hannah followed her sister, stopping a careful distance from her twin. Neither spoke. Neither touched. But Thea had the distinct impression that they knew what the other was thinking.

What had the twins been like before their mother died? Thea closed her eyes as she tried to envision Tess's small face with a joyous grin or scrunched up in tickle-induced laughter. She tried to imagine a more outgoing, confident Hannah. Or the two sisters holding hands as they walked home from school, giggling and sharing confidences as siblings were supposed to do.

Much as she tried, Thea couldn't quite picture them that way. Having buried their mother six months ago and being raised - if you could call it that - by a malingering father, who didn't seem very interested in his daughters the four or five days he was home every month, it was no wonder the girls were so withdrawn.

Turning them in to the police or some impersonal social agency was out of the question. They'd just be passed from one foster home to another. Tess would continue to refuse to eat more than kept her alive and Hannah would continue to eat to salve her pain. They may have been identical twins, but their grief had taken its toll on their bodies in different ways.

Unfortunately, Thea knew she couldn't take care of them forever. As it was, she'd have trouble figuring out a way to keep them fed for more than a few days with less than one hundred dollars to her name.

"I want to go home." Hannah turned back to Thea, fingering the hem of her yellow sundress. "To Idaho."

"He won't take us." Tess shook her head without facing them. She shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jean shorts.

"Is that where your father is? In Idaho?" Thea asked, her spirits rising. Maybe this was just a huge misunderstanding. Wes could wire them some money and the landlord would let them back into the apartment. She'd spend more time studying and a little less time trying to coax the girls out of their shells.

Tess snorted.

Ignoring her sister, Hannah stepped around a box of Thea's books, something uncharacteristically bright shining in her eyes. "Uncle Logan lives in Idaho. In Silver Bend. We used to live with him."

(Continues...)

---

Excerpted from The Family Man by Melinda Curtis Copyright © 2004 by Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

---