is a hard person to get to know, but he’s very loyal.”
Abby glanced back at the elderly man. “I see. So how did you get him to change his mind?”
“You’ll have to ask him.”
She intended to. Yes, she definitely intended to find out what kind of hold Mr. Brewster had on Jonas.
As she pondered that thought, Earl returned and said the letter was authentic. There was information concerning her father and his job at Brewster Farms. It was what Abby wanted to hear. Now she faced the biggest challenge of her life—finding Mr. Brewster’s daughter.
Mr. Brewster seemed pleased, and Abby left with Earl, feeling a sense of elation. She didn’t know why, unless insanity had completely taken over her mind.
Before Earl got into his car, Abby stopped him. “Could you give me a hint as to what’s in the letter?” She didn’t want to cause Earl any problems. She was hoping for a clue to justify what she was doing.
“I’m not gonna slit my throat” was his answer. “Not even for you. Just be careful. Very careful.”
“I will,” she said. “And thanks. I realize this was hard for you.”
“Abby, I—” He seemed to reconsider, and instead said, “Don’t do this alone. Hire an investigator or something.”
Abby rolled her eyes. “Men. You’re all alike. Mr. Brewster is insisting that Jonas go with me.”
“That’s good,” he said.
“No, it isn’t,” she retorted. “I’m not putting up with Jonas’s arrogant attitude, and I intend to tell him so.”
“Abby…”
But Abby wasn’t listening. She got into her car and headed straight for Jonas’s office. They had to get a few things straight.
CHAPTER FOUR
S TANDING AT HIS WINDOW , Jonas saw her drive up in a white Accord. She slid out of the vehicle in the graceful movement he was beginning to associate with her. She wore tan slacks and a tan sleeveless top. The slacks covered long gorgeous legs, which he had glimpsed several times during the past month. The top emphasized her slender arms, and rounded breasts that drew his attention like a magnet. The blond hair and green eyes completed a package that his hands ached to unwrap. As long as he knew that and no one else did, especially Abby, everything would be fine.
Soon she’d tire of this absurd quest and go back to Dallas where she belonged. As the thought crossed his mind, he recognized it was wishful thinking. He’d already seen that stubborn streak in her and he knew she’d see this through to the bitter end. And now he was caught right in the middle of the whole blasted mess. A place he didn’t want to be…a place he’d sworn he wouldn’t be. But Brewster was in control—totally. Jonas had given him that control when he was fifteen, and he couldn’t change things now. He fought it at times, but he’d learned early on that fighting was futile. He wished he knew what Brewster was up to, though. There was little doubt in Jonas’s mind that the old man was up to something and Abigail Duncan was just a pawn. Trying to get her to see that was a waste of Jonas’s time, so he might as well accept the inevitable.
A BBY WALKED INSIDE . The big room held three desks and rows of filing cabinets. There was an inner office that she knew belonged to Jonas. Every high-tech innovation was available—computers, fax machines, copiers and a few pieces of equipment she didn’t even recognize. In the way of decor, the place was sadly lacking—right down to the exposed concrete under her feet.
Her eyes settled on the desk in the corner…the one her father had occupied for so many years. She felt a tightness in her chest. Someone else’s things were on the surface, but she could still feel Abe’s presence, his calmness, and she knew she was doing the right thing. No one could stop her now. Not even Jonas’s attitude.
Glancing around, she spotted him at the window. “Could I speak with you?”
“No” was the quick answer, as he turned and went into his office.
Undaunted by the
Abby glanced back at the elderly man. “I see. So how did you get him to change his mind?”
“You’ll have to ask him.”
She intended to. Yes, she definitely intended to find out what kind of hold Mr. Brewster had on Jonas.
As she pondered that thought, Earl returned and said the letter was authentic. There was information concerning her father and his job at Brewster Farms. It was what Abby wanted to hear. Now she faced the biggest challenge of her life—finding Mr. Brewster’s daughter.
Mr. Brewster seemed pleased, and Abby left with Earl, feeling a sense of elation. She didn’t know why, unless insanity had completely taken over her mind.
Before Earl got into his car, Abby stopped him. “Could you give me a hint as to what’s in the letter?” She didn’t want to cause Earl any problems. She was hoping for a clue to justify what she was doing.
“I’m not gonna slit my throat” was his answer. “Not even for you. Just be careful. Very careful.”
“I will,” she said. “And thanks. I realize this was hard for you.”
“Abby, I—” He seemed to reconsider, and instead said, “Don’t do this alone. Hire an investigator or something.”
Abby rolled her eyes. “Men. You’re all alike. Mr. Brewster is insisting that Jonas go with me.”
“That’s good,” he said.
“No, it isn’t,” she retorted. “I’m not putting up with Jonas’s arrogant attitude, and I intend to tell him so.”
“Abby…”
But Abby wasn’t listening. She got into her car and headed straight for Jonas’s office. They had to get a few things straight.
CHAPTER FOUR
S TANDING AT HIS WINDOW , Jonas saw her drive up in a white Accord. She slid out of the vehicle in the graceful movement he was beginning to associate with her. She wore tan slacks and a tan sleeveless top. The slacks covered long gorgeous legs, which he had glimpsed several times during the past month. The top emphasized her slender arms, and rounded breasts that drew his attention like a magnet. The blond hair and green eyes completed a package that his hands ached to unwrap. As long as he knew that and no one else did, especially Abby, everything would be fine.
Soon she’d tire of this absurd quest and go back to Dallas where she belonged. As the thought crossed his mind, he recognized it was wishful thinking. He’d already seen that stubborn streak in her and he knew she’d see this through to the bitter end. And now he was caught right in the middle of the whole blasted mess. A place he didn’t want to be…a place he’d sworn he wouldn’t be. But Brewster was in control—totally. Jonas had given him that control when he was fifteen, and he couldn’t change things now. He fought it at times, but he’d learned early on that fighting was futile. He wished he knew what Brewster was up to, though. There was little doubt in Jonas’s mind that the old man was up to something and Abigail Duncan was just a pawn. Trying to get her to see that was a waste of Jonas’s time, so he might as well accept the inevitable.
A BBY WALKED INSIDE . The big room held three desks and rows of filing cabinets. There was an inner office that she knew belonged to Jonas. Every high-tech innovation was available—computers, fax machines, copiers and a few pieces of equipment she didn’t even recognize. In the way of decor, the place was sadly lacking—right down to the exposed concrete under her feet.
Her eyes settled on the desk in the corner…the one her father had occupied for so many years. She felt a tightness in her chest. Someone else’s things were on the surface, but she could still feel Abe’s presence, his calmness, and she knew she was doing the right thing. No one could stop her now. Not even Jonas’s attitude.
Glancing around, she spotted him at the window. “Could I speak with you?”
“No” was the quick answer, as he turned and went into his office.
Undaunted by the
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