Guarding the Heiress. Debra Webb

was shaking her head even before he finished. “I already have one family business to take care of. I don’t need another.”

      Doug had had a feeling that this was where the sticking point would be. He pushed to his feet and tucked his hands into his pockets in hopes of keeping things casual, relaxed.

      “I understand, as I’m sure Mrs. D’Martine will. However, you should consider long and hard your options. You and your family here would be financially secure for the rest of your lives.” He almost laughed at the way he’d automatically minimized the situation. But he needed her cooperative. “The reality is, Miss Harper—”

      “Eddi,” she corrected.

      He nodded once in acknowledgment. “Eddi. Your grandchildren’s grandchildren won’t even have to worry about money. I’m not sure you quite comprehend the complete picture. When I use the term heiress, I use it in its most literal sense. The matter is not something you can simply dismiss.”

      The vulnerability in those blue eyes tugged at something deep inside him. Made him want to share his own story with her and assure her that he, of all people, understood exactly what she was going through. But he couldn’t take that chance. Wouldn’t take that chance. He’d worked too hard to separate himself from his past. He couldn’t blow it for Eddi Harper, no matter how he wanted to just now. She was strong, self-reliant, she would find her way. His only job was to keep her safe and to give her a few pointers about fitting in along the way.

      “I have to talk to my father,” she said and turned toward the door. Now she would run…maybe even deny all she’d heard.

      “I’ll need to go with you,” Doug insisted, reaching for his sport jacket.

      A frown marred her pretty face when she looked back at him. “I need to do this alone.”

      He shouldered into his jacket, concealing the gun, which made her feel lots better. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of space. But Mrs. D’Martine hired me to keep you safe and I take my work very seriously.”

      The frown morphed into a look of disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

      “I never kid about my work, Eddi.” He moved up next to her at the door. “Until further notice from my employer, I’m your personal bodyguard 24/7.”

      Eddi sighed loudly, defeatedly. “Ms. Mattie was right,” she said wearily. “You are a spy.”

      Chapter Three

      “What is the meaning of this?”

      Eddi stared at the lawyer currently blocking her path and wished him away, but it did no good. She glanced at Mr. Cooper as he came up alongside her in the corridor outside his room and prayed he had a plan to get rid of this guy. She wasn’t ready to speak to the D’Martine family’s legally appointed representative just yet. She had matters to settle with her own family first.

      “Where are you going?” Thurston demanded. “Why wasn’t I informed that she—” he cut Eddi an annoyed look “—was here?”

      Doug held up a hand to quiet him. Thank God, Eddi thought disparagingly. No doubt Ms. Ada was at the bottom of the stairs straining her ears to hear every single word.

      “This is not the time or place,” Doug said firmly. “We’ll be back in a few hours and perhaps Miss Harper will be ready to speak with you then.”

      “I beg your pardon,” Thurston protested, incensed. “As the authorized representative of your employer—”

      Doug leaned slightly toward him, which forced him to look down at the man since he was a good two inches taller. “Not…now.” He stepped back and motioned for Eddi to precede him to the staircase. “I’ll call you as soon as she’s ready for a meeting.”

      Eddi didn’t have to look back to know that the lawyer was not a happy camper. A smile lifted the corners of her lips. One prayer answered, she mused. Now, if the good Lord would just help her get through the rest.

      “Well, that didn’t take very long,” Ada said triumphantly as the two descended the stairs. She gifted Mr. Cooper with a suspicious look. “I certainly hope all was in order.”

      Before Eddi could respond, Mr. Cooper said in a voice silky with charm, “Everything is perfect, Ms. Garrett.” He paused at the door where Eddi waited. “Especially since Miss Harper has agreed to have dinner with me.”

      Ada’s eyes immediately bulged and Eddi was sure she saw her ears perk. “Dinner? Oh, my. Well.” Her right hand flew to her cheek. “You two have a nice time.”

      This time Eddi’s prayer went unanswered. She’d asked God to let the floor crack open and swallow her up. But it didn’t. Instead, Mr. Cooper opened the front door for her like the gentleman he was. She couldn’t stop staring at him as they strolled down the sidewalk toward the curb. He looked pleased with himself, as if he’d just managed some coup. She imagined that he believed he’d headed off any gossip related to why he was really here.

      The sad thing was he’d done something far worse. He’d just set Meadowbrook’s infamous matchmakers in motion. Eddi could almost hear Ada on the telephone now putting a call through to Ella or Irene or maybe Minnie and Mattie. Eddi looked up at the overhead power and telephone lines strung along the street. News that she had a dinner “date” with the stranger in town was no doubt buzzing along that very line right this moment.

      Mr. Cooper paused where the boardinghouse sidewalk intersected the one along the street. “I hope you don’t mind my taking that liberty. I felt sure you wanted to keep the real story under wraps for the moment. Feeding Ms. Garrett that misleading information should provide an acceptable cover for our real business here. A distraction, so to speak.”

      It took every ounce of willpower Eddi possessed not to laugh out loud. She just wagged her head back and forth. “You have no idea.”

      Doug was still a little confused by Eddi’s remark as he pulled up behind her truck in front of the Harper residence. Maybe she didn’t approve of his methods. She had called him a spy. It was possible she didn’t fully grasp why he was here. Right now she wanted to check on her mother before going to the hardware to speak to her father.

      Going to the hardware store wouldn’t be necessary, it seemed. Her father sat on the front steps of his home, his head hung between hunched shoulders.

      Doug blocked the memory of the hurt he’d seen in Millicent Harper’s eyes. Though Doug felt sympathetic toward his employer, this whole affair was going to change so many lives, perhaps do irreversible damage. It was almost heartless, ruthless even.

      But the decision had not been his. He watched Eddi take a seat next to her dad on the top stone step. Already Doug had lost his objectivity. Empathized with her far too much…respected her more than he’d anticipated. He couldn’t say for sure what he’d expected when he read her profile, but this earnest young woman was not it.

      And she was a plumber. A smile tugged the corners of his mouth upward. She wore overalls, for Pete’s sake. Overalls and sneakers and a plain old white T-shirt. The long braid of strawberry-blond hair mixed with the blue eyes and scattering of freckles across her pert little nose personified the all-American-girl look. The getup she wore lent a tom-boyish quality to the package. But the streak of white hair that blazed a narrow trail from her forehead to the tip of her braid spoke of breeding and elegance. Though Solange D’Martine didn’t wear her hair in a braid, she had the same strawberry blond tresses with that shock of sophistication. The perfect balance between the set of her eyes and the tilt of her nose, and those high-boned cheeks were exactly the same.

      The father, Edouard, had had the same coloring, only his hair had been slightly darker, redder. The case file contained a picture of the father as well as the grandmother for showing to Eddi when the time was right. There were documents, all of which the attorney kept safely tucked in his leather briefcase.

      Doug sighed, tired. He made no move to get out of his vehicle, but watched his