Home For Keeps. Lynn Patrick

sipped her iced tea. “I think all teenagers go through an identity crisis of some sort.”

      “Yeah, that.” His voice was gruff. “I’m sorry about what happened this morning. My daughter has some issues, but why she went to Green Meadows to resolve them, I have no clue.”

      “Is she unhappy about something in particular?”

      “She’s fifteen.” He left it at that as if it would explain everything.

      Which it sort of did to Grace, though she was certain there was more to it. But she was a stranger, and Caleb Blackthorne didn’t seem to be a man who liked to air his dirty laundry. He had his back up, but still, she couldn’t let it go.

      “I was fifteen once, too. I did some things that made my dad a little crazy. But I had good reason.” Not that she wanted to tell a stranger her life story, either. “So I expect Angela had good reason for doing something so daring.”

      Giving her an intent look, he said, “You seem to be in charge over there.”

      “Sort of. Well, temporarily. I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. Grace Huber. Walworth Builders is the family company. I’ll be in town overseeing things until Green Meadows is completed and more residents move in.”

      He nodded. “About what happened, then...have you called the authorities?”

      “No. I don’t want to handle it that way. I could see how upset your daughter was and I feel for her.” When Caleb gave her a questioning look, she said, “Remember, I was fifteen once, too.”

      He heaved a sigh. “That friend she was with—Kiki—she’s always in trouble. It was probably her idea, convincing Angela to deface your property.”

      “You really believe that?”

      “Unfortunately, I do. The girl’s a problem. She doesn’t have anyone to stop her, either. Her dad overdosed on drugs and her mom’s in jail. She’s in a foster home.”

      Grace couldn’t help but feel a pang. “How terrible!” But she wanted to talk about Angela. “Why does your daughter want to hang out with that girl? She was angry about something. And hurt. I could see it in her expression. In her eyes. Whatever her reason, it goes deeper than an irresponsible friend egging her on.”

      Caleb sat stone-faced. She remained silent, hand tensed on her glass. Was he going to ask her to leave?

      * * *

      CALEB BIT BACK the urge to ask Grace to leave.

      It wasn’t in his nature to open up to people he didn’t know well. Or to anyone, really, other than to his mother.

      Grace Huber seemed to be a kind woman, concerned about his daughter. The ring of truth was in her words and her expression was sincere. She said she didn’t want to see Angela arrested. What did she want? Apparently something or she wouldn’t be here. No doubt, the truth to start.

      It nearly choked him, but he said, “I think the girl behind bars in the mural was Angela, and the woman she couldn’t reach was her mother.”

      Grace’s eyebrows rose. “So her mother’s not here. A recent divorce?”

      He shook his head. “Never married. Lily ran off after Angela was born.”

      “Oh.” Distress shadowed Grace’s expression, but she recovered quickly. “Then your explanation of the mural makes total sense.”

      “Why now, though?” Caleb still couldn’t fathom it.

      Had someone been talking to Angela about her mother? Lily’s parents had moved to a warmer climate after she’d disappeared. And there were no other relatives in the area. So who?

      He said, “She’s rarely asked about her mother in all these years.”

      “But now she’s fifteen. A fifteen-year-old girl needs a mother.”

      Hearing a catch in Grace’s voice, Caleb started. She didn’t even know his daughter. “That’s something I can’t do for her. I’ve never heard from her mother since she ran off. I have no idea where to find her. And I can’t even make Angela realize what she did at Green Meadows was wrong.”

      “I guess all you can do is keep trying. Talk to her. Support her.”

      “Exactly what I’ve been doing all these years!” He hadn’t meant to show his irritation, and he could see his flare of anger threw Grace off. “Hey, sorry. I’m just at my wits’ end with all these changes in Angela.”

      “Obviously this is a more difficult time in your daughter’s life than you’ve experienced before.”

      Which was true, Caleb thought. Calmer now, he said, “Hopefully my mother can get through to her. She has more influence with Angela than I do these days.” He took a slug of his tea, but it tasted sour going down. “Whatever it cost to remove the mural, I’m good for it. Just let me know how much.”

      “Don’t worry about it.”

      “I pay my own way.”

      “If you insist.”

      “I do.” He toyed with his glass, spinning it halfway around on the island. They were done here, but for some reason, he didn’t want Grace to leave yet. Didn’t want to be alone to torture himself with what-ifs about his daughter. So, he said, “I want you to know I admire the work you’re doing at Green Meadows.”

      “Thank you. It’s been a challenge, but very rewarding.”

      “How did you get interested in green living?”

      “I’ve always enjoyed the outdoors. Hiking. Biking. Boating.” Things her father didn’t care about and didn’t like her doing. “So I started looking for ways to help keep the planet healthy. Recycling. Composting. Adding little things to make my place earth-friendly.”

      “Sounds like a great start. Not everyone is open to change.” Another thing to appreciate about her.

      “Until now, our company built single-family homes and moderate-sized apartment buildings. Then Dad got this idea to create a whole development in an area that had open spaces but was still commuter distance from cities like Kenosha and Milwaukee. A place where people could live while they worked and then could retire in comfort. He’s been thinking about that a lot lately—retiring.”

      Caleb realized her tone shifted on that last thought, as if it bothered her. “And he wanted it to be a green community?”

      She shook her head. “That was my doing. I’d been reading about ways to build green, and I got on board. Not everyone in Sparrow Lake seems to be in love with the idea of the new development, but I think most people are coming around.”

      “I was eager to see what would happen when I heard about the proposal. I teach environmental studies at the community college.”

      “Really. Oh, I love it! I should take one of your classes.”

      Her sudden enthusiasm made him smile. “We’re two-thirds of the way through spring semester now, but you can sign up for a course this summer. They start at the beginning of June. Well, if you’ll still be here then.”

      “I will be here, at least until fall, so I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. “We’re just completing a half-dozen town houses. And starting the landscaping with an environmental company. The woman in charge lives in Sparrow Lake. Maybe you know her. Heather Scofield.”

      “I do. I mean, I don’t know Heather well, but she took a couple of my classes, and we’ve talked a bit at some regional environmental meetings.”

      “Have you taken a personal look at Green Meadows?” Grace asked. “I mean, other than this morning.”

      “No, haven’t had the opportunity.”

      “Let me know when you have some time available. I’d be happy to give you the grand tour.”