My Dear I Wanted to Tell You. Louisa Young

to have him safely on the ground. If Gabe thought she was going to leave Danny here just so he could risk his precious little neck by letting him climb every tree in Iron Springs, he had another think coming. She’d take Danny back to New York and fight Lucius herself. If she didn’t win, she could seek refuge in her parents’ apartment in Paris. She could always sell antiques in France. The country was full of them.

      “How did things look inside?” Gabe asked.

      She didn’t want to talk about the house. She wanted to talk about his callous disregard for Danny’s safety.

      “Except for a thick layer of dust, it looks very much the way I remember it.”

      “It’s still in no condition for you to occupy.”

      “I realize that. I’ll just have to say in your house. You can go to a motel.”

      She hadn’t meant to say that. It just popped out of her mouth. From his expression, she guessed it surprised him as much as it did her.

      “It’s important for Danny to start getting used to your house. It would be better if he could do it with me close by.”

      If you marry Gabe, Danny will always be close by.

      She shook her head vigorously, hoping to fling the maddening little voice into the grass where she devoutly hoped it would be nibbled to death by voracious ants.

      She managed to get her racing thoughts under control. “I didn’t mean to commandeer your house like that. I was just thinking out loud.”

      “No problem,” Gabe said, but he looked as though it were anything but all right. “I can spend the night with Ma.”

      “Maybe Danny and I should go to your mother’s house.”

      “No. The sooner Danny gets used to his bedroom, the better.”

      But he won’t be able to spend many nights in it if you don’t marry Gabe.

      Dana began to wonder what part of her mind could take such sadistic enjoyment in torturing her. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Why should it be happening now when she was at her most defenseless?

      “We’d better head back to town,” Gabe said.

      “Why?”

      “Mother’s expecting us for dinner. She’ll worry herself into a fit if we’re a minute late. What did you decide to do about the house?”

      “I’m going to keep it.”

      “What for? You haven’t used it in fourteen years.”

      “I’m going to fix it up for myself. I can stay there when I visit Danny.”

      An uncomfortable silence fell. She could practically read his thoughts, but right now she couldn’t take the blame for Lucius getting Danny. She’d had too much to endure these past weeks. One more thing just might be too much.

      “Why did you stay in Iron Springs?” she asked.