Lone Star Secret

Caitlyn bit her lip. “I’ve tried to keep this from the twins, but they’ll start asking questions soon. Is there anything we can do?”

“I’ve called several people already,” Anna said, glad to be able to focus on this instead of her own recent upset. “I’m waiting to hear back, but the press has already gotten wind of it and they’ve been calling all morning, thinking I might have a connection over there. I can’t give the press my liaisons over there. Too dangerous.”

Anna put her hands together on her desk then dropped her head to say a prayer for their safety while Caitlyn added her own “Amen.” While it wasn’t unusual for soldiers to go weeks at a time without any letters or e-mails, depending on where they were located, this particular couple had been corresponding with Caitlyn’s young nieces through the Adopt-a-Soldier program at Prairie Springs Christian Church.

Olga had suggested the twins participate since they’d lost their parents to the war. The little girls had had a hard time dealing with their parents’ deaths, so Anna prayed they wouldn’t have to go through yet another horrible grief.

“I hope we hear from them soon.” Then she glanced up at Caitlyn. “I haven’t had a chance to track down any of my sources to see what they’ve found.”

“Let me do that for you,” Caitlyn offered, taking the file Anna had been studying. “I’ll get on it right now. Maybe Steve can help, too. We’ve both been so worried, anyway.”

Anna crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s horrible. I wish this war could just be over, but war is never really over. It just changes locations.” She tried not to let her own bitterness show whenever she was dealing with the victims of war, but she couldn’t help herself. Sometimes, it was just too much. Shaking off the negative attitude, she got up, letting her efficient secretary, Laura, answer the ringing phone. “And yet, we soldier on, right?”

“Right,” Caitlyn said, standing. “Maybe I can find out something for us, at least.”

As Caitlyn was heading back across the hall to her own office, Anna called, “Oh, by the way, we have a new volunteer coming in today to help with the playground construction. David Ryland.”

“Oh, really?” Caitlyn’s smug look only added to Anna’s confusion and frustration. “He seems like a good person.”

“He is nice,” Anna replied. “And he’s on leave, of course, so he wanted something to do.”

“Or maybe he wanted to be around you some more,” Caitlyn said, smiling.

Anna glanced around the lobby, glad to see no one was waiting there. “C’mon now, you know I’m much too busy for a relationship.”

“Maybe that’s about to change,” Caitlyn replied.

Anna’s phone rang just as Laura came running from the back of the house. Caitlyn winked then went back to her office.

“I’ve got it,” Anna said, waving her secretary back to her desk tucked in a corner out in the hall and hurrying back to her own office.

It was Trisha. “I need to ask you something. Is the coast clear?”

“He’s not here yet, if that’s what you mean,” Anna said, lowering her voice.

“Good. I’m outside.”

Anna shook her head as Trisha came in, waved to Caitlyn and Laura, then entered the office and shut the door. Again.

“Okay.” Anna sat down in her squeaky chair. “What?”

Trisha threw down her leather tote then sat across from Anna. “What’s he like? My brother, I mean? You said you had a good visit with him last night.”

Hearing Trisha call David her brother jarred Anna. “He’s a good man,” she said, careful to stay neutral on the subject in spite of the way the man made her heart flutter. “He cares about our country and he’s very dedicated to his job. And he was so humble about bringing Ali to us.”

Trisha twisted a silky strand of her long brown hair. “Humble is good. But surprising. My father was anything but.”

“You’re right on that account,” Anna agreed. “Even though your father was always kind to me, I’ve seen him dress down soldiers many times over.”

Trisha’s eyes misted. “He was always sweet to me, though. Firm, but loving. I miss him so much.” She pressed her knuckles down on the desk. “Does David…does he look like my daddy?”

Anna pursed her lips, David’s tall, rugged form coming into her mind with a perfect clarity. “He’s tall and muscular, with dark hair and eyes. Yes, I guess now that I think about it, he does have your father’s smile. David has a very nice smile.”

Trisha’s eyebrows lifted at that. “Sounds as if you noticed a lot about him.”

Anna sat up and started straightening the clutter on her desk. “Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve talked to him. We did have breakfast together the other day after we saw Ali safely to the hospital, but Steve and Caitlyn brought the twins and ate with us,” she replied, hoping her blush didn’t give her away. “And I’m very observant. You know that.”

Trisha’s smile was indulgent. “Yes, I do know that. So…you think he’s okay, then?”

“I think David is just fine. And I do wish you’d call him up and ask him to meet you. You need to tell him everything. I don’t like knowing this and not telling him. Especially when he’s due here at any minute.”

“I’m trying to find the courage,” Trisha admitted. “I want to meet him first, see how he reacts to me. That’s why I came back, but first I wanted to talk to you again. He won’t know who I am, really. But I’d like him to get to know me before I blurt out that I’m his sister.”

Anna leaned forward on the old metal desk. “I think David could use some family here. He wasn’t very forthcoming about his mother. I wonder about that relationship.”

“Well, she lied to him his whole life. We don’t know what she told him regarding his absent father. That has to hurt.” Trisha thought for a moment. “I do know that my father left some sort of trust fund to help his mother with finances.” She shook her head. “I can’t imagine how much more hurt he’s going to be when he finds out the truth.”

“You’re both hurt by this,” Anna said, wishing she could ease that pain. “But I believe there is a reason for everything. David chose to come back here. It’s an opportunity to make things right. You have to tell him the truth.”

Trisha nodded. “I will, I promise. But not just yet.”

Anna hugged her friend close. “But soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Trisha turned to leave. “I’ll go get us some fresh tea, so we can tackle these files then get on with the care-package drive. The other volunteers will be here soon and I want to be ready to roll.” She stopped, glancing out the window. “And I’ll stay clear of David for now. So don’t mind me. I won’t make a fuss.”

“Good idea,” Anna said. “And just to keep myself busy so I don’t blurt anything out, I’ll go into the boardroom and get the monthly reports distributed before the board members start arriving.” Then she heard the squeaking old front door opening. Glancing out through the glass of her office door, she saw David standing a few feet away. “Oh, we have company.”

Trisha’s eyes grew wide as she turned to stare at the tall, dark-haired man who’d entered the central hallway of the rambling old mansion. “We sure do.” She whirled back to Anna. “Is that—?”

Anna grasped her friend’s arm, causing Trisha to yelp in pain. “Sorry.” She sent Trisha a look that told her friend to stay put. “Yes, that’s him.”

The man looked up then waved through the closed glass door, his smile widening. “Hello.”

“Hello, Chief Ryland,” Anna called, her fingers putting pressure on Trisha’s elbow. “You’re right on time.”

Trisha inhaled a breath. Anna could feel the tension in her friend’s stance, but she held steady to Trisha’s arm while they waited for David to stroll across the hall and into Anna’s office. “Actually, Chief Terenkov, I thought I was a little early. But I’m ready to get started on that playground.”

Anna let go of Trisha then pushed at her always-falling-down hair. “Good. I’ll just show you where everything is. We’ve ordered all the proper equipment and supplies.”

David chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. Then he looked over at Trisha. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m David Ryland.”

Trisha shot Anna an anxious look, then suddenly remembered her manners. “Hi, I’m Trisha Morrison,” she said, extending her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I mean, I’ve heard so much about you. Anna was just saying—”

“Trisha Morrison? Are you related to Commander Morrison?”

“He was my father,” Trisha said, her head down. “He died last month.”

David didn’t look surprised. “We got the news. I’m sorry.” Then he put his hands on his hips. “I guess you don’t remember me, huh?”