Summer on Kendall Farm(33)

It seems every time she got near him something else happened. Kelly paced from one end of the porch to the other. She needed something to do. She needed to get her attention back on what was important. The Kendall was opening for tourists in two weeks. She was almost ready, but there were details still outstanding. She had to focus on the Kendall and only on the Kendall.

Her lists, she thought. They were in her office. She’d get them. They would tell her what she should be doing. Physical activity would help her get her mind off Jace.

And off the kiss.

She turned to go inside. Her heart jumped into her throat when she found Jace standing behind her.

“What is this?” he asked waving some papers at her.

She knew exactly what they were. They were the reason she’d been in the attic. She’d decided to give Jace what she had that his brother left. But him bringing her breakfast and sharing it with her had made her forget that purpose. After he kissed her, she could think of nothing except escaping his presence and his arms.

“These say that the Kendall hadn’t made any money in years. That Sheldon mismanaged the place.”

“You knew that,” Kelly told him. Her voice was steady.

“I moved all those papers to the attic after I bought the place. Sheldon walked away with nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“It was his choice. I never saw him. I told you that, as well.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Sellers remorse, whatever. He no longer owned the place when I took possession. The county owned it. It was a tax sale. Sheldon was not required to be present, since his ownership rights had been severed.”

“Where would he go? Why would he do that?”

“You’d be a better judge of his character than I would. All I know of him are the rumors and gossip I’ve heard. You lived with him. And, for the record, Jace, I’m not the bad guy here.”

Kelly stood her ground. She would not be made to feel like the enemy.

“Listen, I have no ulterior motive in keeping information from you.” She took a breath, hoping Jace would let his guard down, that his hurt and frustration would abate. “There are no locked doors in this house. You have free reign to look in any room you wish for information to help you find your brother. If there is something else you want, all you need to do is ask.”

She watched as his shoulders dropped. Kelly wondered if his anger had really been about the papers he found or if it was the kiss they’d shared that spurred it.

“Jace.” She took a step toward him, but she was cautious; her heart seemed drawn to his yet she had to protect herself, and yes, Jace, too. “Ask yourself what you want to happen when you do find Sheldon.”

* * *

BUILDING THE GARDEN with the adjoining patio and fire pit seemed like a good idea, Jace thought. He knew he could do it within the small budget he’d presented to Kelly. He also knew what it would entail engineering-wise. What he hadn’t counted on was the tough resistance of the ground. This was something he should have taken into consideration when developing the proposal. But he hadn’t.

Just as he hadn’t thought about the repercussions of kissing Kelly in the attic. He’d been mad at himself, but he’d taken it out on her. Talking about Sheldon and how he’d lost the family’s legacy had only spurred on his temper, misplaced though it was.

Since that day, he and Kelly had walked on eggshells, avoiding each other except where Ari drew them together. At first Jace had the garden to help him get over his emotion. Zealously, he dove into the process of clearing the land and preparing it. If Kelly hadn’t mentioned the project to Drew, Jace would never have gotten the use of a backhoe and other equipment to dig the foundation. He’d have had to do it as a one-man work-army. The possibility of completing the spot under those conditions, before the open house, would be nil.

As it was, the garden would be done a couple of weeks before the guests—Kelly’s word for paying visitors—arrived with their wallets and purses open. Ignoring the thought of strangers trampling the space, Jace switched his attention to Ari. His little helper was doing a wonderful job. Ari wore a small apron that the cook had made for him. Drew gave him some child-size gloves. He was working on clearing a patch of land that would be the fire pit area.

Jace checked the supplies stacked neatly by the back of the barn. Tomorrow they would begin the brick laying. As he turned back, Kelly was walking across the patio carrying a tray of lemonade. “You guys are working hard. I thought you might like a drink.” She set a tray on a small table. There were chairs, but only Ari took a seat.

Jace was grateful that she was speaking to him given how he’d behaved. He hated fighting with her. He hated not talking to her.