A Daughter's Legacy

The ringing of a telephone in the other room pierced through the empty house. Kelli jumped, startled, then hurried to answer it. She hadn’t even noticed the instrument hanging on the wall near the back door. No answering machine, just an old-fashioned telephone, the kind with a spiral cord.

“Hello?”

“Kelli, this is Jason Andover.” The low voice drawled in her ear. “We just got a call from the hospital where your mother…uh, died.” He sounded apologetic, like he hated to mention the fact. “They still have Lil’s stuff. Her wallet and so on.”

Kelli glanced toward the office. She’d seen the credit card statements, but now that she thought of it, no cards. Lillian must have taken the things to the hospital with her. Kelli had already made a list of companies to call with the numbers of the accounts to be closed out, but the credit cards should be cut up, the blank checks destroyed.

She leaned against the countertop. “Of course. I’ll go pick them up. Can you give me directions to the hospital?”

“Well…” He turned the word into two syllables. “Driving there can be a little tricky. How about if I run you over?”

Kelli straightened to attention. Why would he want to do that? Was he simply making a nice gesture, or did he have another reason?

A thought occurred to her, and she allowed herself a grim smile. He probably wanted to find out if she’d made a decision about staying on for the required six months. He wanted to know whether his precious zoo would inherit the full $1.4 million, or only half that amount.

She allowed a chill to creep into her tone. “I can handle it, if you’ll just tell me where it is.”

A pause. “All right, if that’s what you want. Got a pencil?”

She retrieved her purse and wrote his directions on the back of an ATM receipt. It actually did sound like a complicated drive, especially in an unfamiliar city and in a car she’d never driven. Maybe she’d been a little hasty in turning down his offer.

“When you get off at the exit, turn right and stay on that road for about, oh, five or six miles. You’ll see St. Mark’s on your left.” A moment of silence. “I really don’t mind driving you over.”

Kelli hesitated. “I’d hate to take you away from your work.”

His low laugh sent a delightful and completely unwelcome ripple through her. “Trust me, I’ll be here for a long time tonight. An hour or so away won’t hurt a thing.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” She sank against the counter, relieved. “When do you want to go?”

“It’s almost four. If we leave now, we’ll miss the worst of the rush-hour traffic.”

“Do you want me to come to the office?”

“It’ll be faster if I drive around and pick you up. Give me five minutes.”

Kelli’s hand lingered on the phone after she hung up. No doubt he had an ulterior motive for his good deed, but even so, it was a nice offer.

As she turned away, she spied two bowls tucked in a corner of the kitchen, one empty, one with a quarter inch of water in the bottom. Ah, no wonder Leo had ventured out of his closet earlier. He was probably hungry. What did the creature eat? Knowing Lillian’s affection for all things feline, he probably got fresh salmon or something.

A quick inspection of the cabinets revealed a package of macaroni, three cans of green beans, and half-full bag of dry cat food. Kelli dumped food in the empty bowl and put fresh water in the other one. That gave her just enough time to run a brush through her hair and smooth on some lipstick before Jason arrived to pick her up.

Not that she needed to dress up for her mother’s substitute son. Just that she wanted to look her best in front of the hospital staff.

Jason wracked his brain to come up with a conversation starter during the drive to the hospital. Small talk wasn’t his forte. Especially small talk with attractive women who obviously distrusted him. Kelli situated herself on the far edge of the passenger seat, as far away from him as she could get, and stared with a stony expression through the windshield.

The ability to maintain long periods of silence was another trait she shared with her mother.

“So, you live in Denver?”

Her gaze slid sideways for a moment. She nodded once, then looked forward again.

“What do you do out there?”

After a pause that went on long enough to make him think she wasn’t going to answer, she did. “I’m an accountant in a private firm.”

“That sounds like interesting work.” Actually, it didn’t. He couldn’t imagine anything duller than being stuck behind a desk, staring at numbers all day. “Did you go to school out there?”

“Yes, I went to the University of Denver.”

He executed a turn off the freeway. “I used to work with a guy who studied Animal Technology there. He’s probably close to your age. Maybe you knew him.”

“I doubt it.” Her lips tightened into a hard line. “I make it a point to stay away from people who work with animals.”

Jason fought to keep his expression bland. Had he just been purposefully insulted? Seemed so. This girl was holding a serious grudge against someone. Lillian, probably. What could have happened between them to cause such a rift? And why was she determined to take it out on him?

Kelli turned her head toward him, her eyes softer than a moment before. “I’m sorry. That was rude. I just—” She looked down at the hands she clasped in her lap. “I’ve had almost no contact with animals since I was a little girl. I prefer to keep it that way.”

“Why?” The question shot out before he could stop it. “What happened to make you hate animals?”

Her head tilted sideways, curiosity etched on her face. “Didn’t my mother tell you anything about me?”

“Not a word. In fact—” He faced forward, not able to look her in the face as he admitted, “I didn’t even know you existed until two days before Lil died. None of us at the zoo did.”

“Two days before? Why didn’t you call me, so I could have seen her before the end?” Her question held a note of accusation.

His final argument with Lil was still fresh in his mind. He’d wanted to do just that, but she’d remained adamant. “She made me promise not to. I didn’t even know your name or where you lived.” He paused and then went on in a quieter voice. “I could have contacted Daniel Lewis and had him get in touch with you. But I thought I could convince her. I thought she had more time.”

The silence returned as he covered the last few miles to the hospital. When Jason had parked the car in the main parking lot and turned off the engine, Kelli spoke again.

“It’s not your fault.” A sad smile twitched at the edges of her mouth. “She didn’t want to see me. No surprise there.”

Her shoulders drooped, and a wave of compassion took Jason by surprise. Memories of Dad rushed back to him. How awful to have missed those last few days with him. And yet, those had been the most difficult days of his long illness. At least Lil’s decline had been blessedly shorter, although certainly no less painful.

He cleared his throat. “Maybe she didn’t want you to see her. She didn’t exactly look herself right there at the end.” He didn’t elaborate. No sense describing the shocking change that occurred in the last two weeks of Lil’s life as she succumbed to the disease. Jason wished he could erase the sight from his memory.

“Maybe.” She turned sideways in the seat to watch him through narrowed eyes. “You didn’t know the conditions of her trust?”

“I knew some of them.” He held his gaze steady under her scrutiny, his hands still clutching the steering wheel. “I knew she was planning to offer the zoo an incentive to accept me as her replacement, and about the land and the expansion project. And I knew she’d made some provisions for someone else. I just didn’t know who, until two days before the end.”

“My existence must have been an unpleasant shock, then.”

His spine stiffened with a jerk. What was she accusing him of? “I didn’t assume she’d left me anything personally, if that’s what you’re implying.”

She studied him for a long moment, then gave a brief nod. “Sorry. There’s just so much I don’t understand.” A brittle laugh escaped her lips as she leaned forward to pick up the purse at her feet. “Not that it matters. In a few days I’ll be back in Denver, where I’ll fade into anonymity again.”

“So you’re not going to stay? Not even for six months?”

Her smile became brittle. “Not even for six days. My mother underestimated me.” Her chin rose. “I will not be bought.”