patience were the only way to go. No matter what she said or did, he would be as kind to her as sheâd been to him on the California hike. It would be his turn to take care of her . And he would do whatever would please her. Heâd go along to get along.
If she felt she couldnât live with him for a while, heâd move to an apartment, as big a waste of time and energy as that would be. Heâd wait till Anna came to her senses and listened to reason. Heâd wait for the Anna he loved to return.
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Jeff was walking down the gangplank, when his cell rang. For an instant, he thought, Great! Annaâs calling âuntil he remembered their âconversation,â and he told himself, Dream on . Sheâd never contact me now.
Naomi Blackmore didnât bother to identify herself, but he would always recognize her voice because it boomed âentitlement.â Without considering what she might be interrupting, she jumped right in with questions about Jeff âs meeting at city hall.
âEverything was fine.â He summed up the meeting with more confidence than he felt. âWeâre off to a good start.â
âExcellent,â she said. âWhile you were on Gamble, you must have heard about the fire.â
âI stopped at the house. Iâm on my way back to the office.â
âLots of damage?â
âI didnât go inside.â
âIâm in Santa Barbara. I wonât be back to see for myself for a week or two.â
âYour insurance company can take care of it while youâre away,â Jeff said.
âIâve already called them. It looks like the fire is a gift.â Mrs. Blackmore chuckled. âIâm going for a cash settlement. If we get a permit, Iâll use the money for construction. If we donât, Iâll repair the house. Either way, I win.â
Jeff flinched at the satisfaction in her voice. âWhat about your tenants? They canât stay if the house is badly burned.â
âI hope theyâll live with the mess for now. I want to keep rent coming in.â
Mrs. Blackmore has no thought of trying to look out for anybody. Sheâd surely never refuse water so someone else could drink. Jeff didnât like her. Never had. Though heâd known her for months, he didnât call her âNaomi.â Using her first name would mean familiarity heâd never want to have.
As Jeff told her good-bye, he conjured up an unsavory picture of her at her beach house, sprawled on a chaise lounge under a peppermint-striped umbrella. No inconvenience would dare appear on her horizon. The discomfort in her life would not fill a pygmy hamsterâs thimble.
One stamp of Mrs. Blackmoreâs feet got her what she wanted. Even her appearance showed sheâd been cosseted all her life. Her helmet of perfectly highlighted hair. Her perfectly manicured nails, painted fire-engine red. Her gold necklaces, which shouted, Iâm richer than you are. The nips and tucks that lifted her face so her sixty-year-old skin was as smooth as a stingrayâs belly.
C HAPTER 7
A nna flicked on Vincentâs turn signal and aimed him toward the entrance to Dr. Nilsenâs parking lot. She was desperate to see with her own eyes that Earnest was âhanging in,â as Dr. Nilsen had said on the phone. She wanted to rest her cheek against his neck and soak up his steady reassuranceâand she wanted to reassure him that everyone loved and missed him. Sheâd tell him, âWe want you home.â
Suddenly, Anna tightened her grip on the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes. Jeff was driving out of the parking lot and staring at her. She didnât want to see him. Not when hurt was sitting in her heart like a sad black toad. Jeff âs mere presence upset her and made her want to run from him.
As his Honda passed Vincent, Anna riveted her eyes on the clinicâs front door as if its olive green held
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