Saving Home

Andy stood there for a long moment, struggling hard to keep her temper in check as well as banking down the torrent of words that felt as if they were rushing to her tongue.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to study the man before her.

Just what was it that made him tick? What was his story? she couldn’t help wondering.

There was no hard-and-fast reason for her to suspect that he would upset her father. She knew she was being overprotective because she worried about him. But, be that as it may, she still couldn’t shake the gut feeling that the man she was dealing with represented trouble with a capital T.

Get a grip.

The sooner this was over, the better for everybody, she decided. Opening the door to the office, she gestured inside, surprising Logan if his expression was any indication.

As he crossed the threshold, Andy took her cell phone out of her back pocket and tapped out her father’s number on the keypad. It was by far the fastest way she knew to locate her father and get him to come to his office.

This time, however, it proved an unproductive way to locate him. The moment she heard the call go through and the sound of ringing begin on her end, she also heard the corresponding sound of a ringing phone—and it was coming from the top drawer of her father’s desk.

Logan looked from the desk to her, raising a quizzical eyebrow. “I take it your father’s not hiding under the desk for some reason.”

Andy sighed, frustrated. She ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “No, he’s not under the desk. He has a tendency to forget to take his cell phone with him.”

“Like I said,” Logan told her, starting to make his way over to the padded chair in the corner of the office, “I don’t mind waiting.”

“Waiting for what, young man?”

Andy and the man she’s been verbally sparring with turned in unison to see Richard Roman standing in the hallway, less than half a foot shy of the office threshold.

CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_b1ed0e3c-df9e-5170-8c56-c76c6b554ce0)

“WAITING FOR YOU, SIR,” Logan replied to the older man’s question. “I don’t mind waiting for you,” he said, stating the complete sentence so that the other man would understand. “If you’re Richard Roman, that is,” he qualified, although he was fairly certain that the man he was addressing was the same man he had been sent to speak with.

“I am,” Richard replied. He looked from the stranger to his daughter and made a natural assumption. “Why don’t you introduce me to your friend, Andy?”

“He’s not my friend.” The disclaimer shot across the room like a bullet when Andy bit the words out.

Crossing, Logan extended his right hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Roman. I’m Logan MacArthur.”

“Logan MacArthur,” Richard repeated as he returned the man’s firm handshake. He rolled the name over in his mind and came up empty. It was unfamiliar to him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Dad,” Andy was quick to caution. “This might not be a pleasure in the long run.” The warning left her father more puzzled than ever. He glanced quizzically at Logan.

“This won’t take up too much of your time, sir,” Logan promised, continuing as if Andy hadn’t said a word. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to speak to you privately.”

Richard shrugged as he responded, “I don’t see why not.”

Andy’s uneasiness refused to abate. Her protective instincts went up another notch. “Dad, maybe one of us should stay for this,” she suggested.

“One of us is staying, Andy,” her father pointed out with a touch of humor.

He knew what she meant, Andy thought, tamping down her exasperation. She was referring to herself and her sisters. It was hard protecting her father from whatever this man was up to if her own father was hindering her attempts to intervene.

“I meant one of us besides you, Dad,” she clarified tersely.

“It’s okay, Andy. Really,” Richard assured her with a warm, patient smile. “I’ll fill all of you in later.” And with that, the door closed, leaving Andy standing there, frustrated and exasperated beyond words.

She remained there for a few moments, wondering if there was some way she could listen in on what was being said. Her father’s health worried her and she didn’t want him facing any upsetting news alone. It didn’t matter that he’d been running the inn for a good many years, all that mattered was the immediate present and keeping her father healthy.

She didn’t know if it was the mood she’d initially been in, or the vibrations she was getting from this MacArthur person, but there was no denying she had a bad feeling about this.

After a few more seconds had passed and neither her father nor MacArthur had come out, Andy began to believe she was overreacting. If whatever that annoying man had to tell her father was really important, her father would tell her.

He’d tell all of them, just as he’d promised. Just as he always did. Richard Roman was not a man who was given to hoarding secrets—although, Andy recalled as she walked back to the main reception area, her father had kept the matter of his health a secret all those years ago until he was almost too weak to stand. That heart trouble had been triggered from overwork.

His excuse had been that he hadn’t wanted any of them to worry, she remembered, but that was exactly what happened when his health took a nosedive. Fearing the worst, they’d all worried.

Back then, fresh out of college, Alex had taken over, helming the inn and doing everything she could to keep it going until her father was well enough to get back to the job himself.

These days they were past rough patches like that, Andy thought, trying to find solace in that simple reality. These days the rough patches involved finding a way to be tactful when they had to turn guests away because the inn was booked up.

Not exactly a hardship. Andy smiled to herself. They had more business than they could handle and it was wonderful.

“Ah, if it isn’t Miss Grumpy-pants,” Alex declared as Andy walked into reception. “Did you take that gorgeous guy to Dad’s office or will the San Diego county police department be bringing the cadaver dogs out to the inn in a couple of days?”

She scowled. “Nice, Alex. Very adult. Don’t talk to me as if we were characters on some Saturday morning cartoon show. And, for the record, you were the one we used to call Grumpy-pants when we were kids. Not me...” She paused. “There’s something about that guy I just don’t trust.”

“So they will be bringing in the cadaver dogs?” Alex asked innocently.

Andy blew out a breath. “No dogs. I brought him to Dad’s office.” Her tone told Alex just how much she hadn’t wanted to run that particular errand.

Alex clearly wasn’t satisfied. “And was Dad there?”

Andy didn’t know why her sister was being so suspicious. She wasn’t the one under this roof who deserved the third degree. She gave a monotone, honest accounting. “Not at that moment, but then he turned up a couple of minutes later.”

“Then Mr. Gorgeous is still alive and breathing?”

Enough was enough. Just because the man was extremely attractive didn’t automatically negate everything else and make him a good guy.

“You keep calling him that and I’m going to tell Wyatt you were drooling over some stranger.”

“I’m not drooling, I’m paying attention. Besides, I’m married, not dead. I don’t expect Wyatt not to take note of other women. He can browse through any catalogue he wants,” she told Andy loftily. “As long as he doesn’t place an order, it’s okay with me.”

That was a really strange way to put it. But then, Alex had never been known as the conventional sister. “And Wyatt, he shares this little philosophy of yours?”

“He does,” Alex replied firmly, adding, “because he knows what’s good for him.” She punctuated her statement with a wide smile.

Andy just shook her head. Nothing was straightforward anymore. “It sounds way too complicated to me,” she said. She absently glanced down at her unadorned left hand. “Maybe not being married isn’t such a bad thing after all.”

“Just wait, Andrea Roman. Your time will come.”

The in-house line rang. Alex reached for the phone stored beneath the desk to make room for the ledger. “Hello?”