Whispered Promises

Dex was glad to get off the subject of Caitlin. “My daughter’s name is Jordan.”

“Jordan? Caitlin named her after you?”

Clayton’s question caught Dex by surprise. He’d been so upset, he hadn’t made the connection. Jordan was his middle name, and he had to admit it was a very unusual name for a girl. Had Caitlin named his daughter after him? “I don’t know, Clayton.”

“Mmm. That’s interesting. If she did, I wonder why?” Clayton asked, seemingly more of himself than of Dex.

Dex frowned. He couldn’t help wondering what Clayton was driving at.

“How did Jordan take to you, Dex?”

“I haven’t actually seen her yet. She went on a little trip with a friend and won’t be returning until tomorrow. But I’ve seen a picture of her and she’s beautiful.”

Clayton laughed. “She must be Caitlin’s little look-alike.”

Dex chuckled. “I hate to disappoint you, little brother, but she’s the spittin’ image of me. She has my eyes, my nose and those Madaris lips. She couldn’t look more like me if I had given birth to her myself.”

“I thought you said she was beautiful. Everyone knows what an ugly cuss you are,” Clayton replied jokingly.

“Keep talking, bro, and I may be tempted to break your nose when I see you. But seriously, there’s a lot I need to discuss with you. I desperately need legal advice.”

“No problem. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“There’s something else that’s bothering me, Clayton.”

“What’s that?”

Dex proceeded to tell Clayton about the letter Halston Parker had left him and what it said.

“Have you told Caitlin about it?”

“No. She’s pretty shaken up over her father’s death. And until I’m sure what’s in Halston’s letter is legit, I don’t want to say anything to her about it.”

“When will the services be held?”

“The day after tomorrow. I’ll put off going to the police until that’s over…and Clayton?”

“Yeah?”

“How about dropping by my place and packing a few things. It seems I may be here awhile.”

“What’s the name of the hotel where you can be reached?”

“Until I find out what’s going on, I’m staying right here with Caitlin. I blindly promised her father I would take care of her, and I’m going to keep my word.”

“Will Trevor be running the business while you’re away?”

“Yeah,” Dex replied. “He’s the best project foreman there is. Madaris Explorations is in good hands. I’ll give him a call later to let him know where I am, so he’ll know how to reach me.”

“I’m going to catch the first available flight out in the morning, Dex. I’ll call you from the airport for directions to Caitlin’s father’s home. I’ll see you then.”

Caitlin heard someone knocking on her bedroom door in the deep recesses of her mind. She opened her eyes. Moaning, she shifted her head on the pillow. Good…the sound had stopped. She felt completely awful, and in an attempt to find relief she sank back against the pillow and closed her eyes.

The knocking started again. She opened her eyes and blinked once sluggishly. Slowly pulling herself out of bed and putting on a robe, she nearly stumbled over her shoes which were tossed carelessly on the bedroom floor. Making her way to the door, she snatched it open and found Dex standing there with concern etched on his face. She thought he’d left.

They regarded each other silently. His rough and chiseled features did nothing to downplay his handsomeness. Instead they placed a greater emphasis on his detached emotions. “What are you doing here, Dex? I thought you had left.”

Dex didn’t respond to Caitlin’s statement. Instead, he took a good look at her appearance. He had begun worrying when she hadn’t come downstairs. Studying her intently, he took in the unhealthy pallor of her skin.

“You’re ill, Caitlin.” It was a statement and not a question.

“What?” Caitlin asked. Tearing her gaze from his, she crossed her arms over her abdomen, chasing away a chill.

Seeing her tremble, Dex entered her room. “I said, you’re ill.”

Caitlin shook her head. “I’m not ill, Dex, just tired.”

He wasn’t easily convinced. “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“I don’t want to see a doctor. All I want is to be left alone.”

“Sorry, that’s not an option.” With a quick movement, Dex swept her off her feet into his arms.

“What do you think you’re doing? Put me down this minute!”

“You’re too weak to argue with me, so do yourself a favor and save your strength. I’ve made lunch, and you’re going to eat it.”

“I don’t want to go downstairs. I’m too tired.”

“I can believe that. When was the last time you ate anything?”

Caitlin glared up at him. “I don’t remember. Maybe yesterday, I don’t know.”

Dex swore through gritted teeth. He carried her over to the bed and placed her on the comforter. “Where are the serving trays kept?”

“I don’t remember,” she snapped.

A slight frown touched Dex’s features. “Since you aren’t cooperating, I’ll find them myself. I’ll be back in a minute.” He left the room.

Standing, Caitlin took off her robe and tossed it on the chair across from the bed, then got back into the bed. She felt as weak as a newborn baby, and all she wanted to do was to go back to sleep. The next thing she knew, Dex had returned carrying a tray with food on it.

The aroma of the vegetable soup teased her nostrils and her stomach began growling. Sitting up, she took the tray he offered. “Thanks.”

Dex sat in a chair at the foot of her bed and watched through hooded eyes as Caitlin quickly consumed the meal he had prepared. He couldn’t help but remember another time he’d served her in bed. It had been the morning after they had gotten married. His pulse began racing at the memory of them together. He never knew how truly wonderful love between a man and a woman could be until he’d made love to her. But then…his thoughts reminded him, he’d also found out later just how painful love could be.

When Caitlin had finished eating, he removed the tray, pleased that she had eaten everything. “Now try and get some rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

Caitlin yawned, fighting sleep. “Downstairs? When are you leaving?”