middle-child peacemaker.â Alden snorted. âShe clearly is one of those bossy women who likes to take charge of things and run them. Well, sheâs not going to run me. I donât need her or her interfering ways.â
Elliott audibly choked.
âAnd the sooner she realizes that, the happier weâll all be. Not that Iâll see her much. Sheâll be with the others out in the garden, and Iâll be focusing on the house,â Alden said over the sound of Elliott coughing and wheezing. ââFocus on the houseâ is my new motto in life. I will focus like the wind. I will be the most focused man who ever lived. I will focus like, as the Americans sayâdid I tell you that Mercy is American?âas she would say, I will focus like no oneâs business.â
A spate of coughing was the answer to his declaration.
âAre you all right?â he asked solicitously.
âNo,â Elliott wheezed, his voice hoarse and gritty. âBut at least I didnât run away from Alice when I met her.â
âYouâre supposed to be supportive. That sort ofcomment is not supportive. That is judgmental and petty. I will leave you to your judgmental, petty coughing fit that you wholly deserve, and go attend to my house.â A dull grating sound started overhead, growing sharper until he looked up in time to see three tiles and an ancient birdâs nest fall to the ground in front of him. âIt is, after all, whatâs important.â
âYouâre protesting too much,â came the hoarse reply.
âIâm not doing any such thing. Iâm simply telling you where my priorities lie, and that I really donât want a woman munging up my plans. If you could find a way to have Alice call off her protégée, Iâd be grateful. There are enough people clogging up the house now without having another one.â
âToo late, I believe,â Elliott wheezed. âAlice said something about the woman being on her way.â
âDammit.â Alden straightened his shoulders, stepped over the slates and the birdâs nest, and set out again on the gravel path. âWell, Iâll just deal with the woman when she arrives. Perhaps I can leave her a note, and I wonât even have to see her. Oh, hell, I forgot to ask Mercy about the bat. Er . . . I donât suppose . . .â
âNo,â Elliot said, his voice still rough around the edges, although he had stopped coughing. âI will not call her up and ask her for you.â
âThatâs a fine sort of supportiveness you practice,â Alden said pointedly, and, after a few more remarks of that nature, hung up the phone. He waffled for a minute, trying to rally enough inner strength to hunt down Mercy so he could apologize for his brusqueness, followed by an inquiry into her experience with possibly ill bats, but decided in the end that heâd put off that task until later. Instead, he toured the remainder of theestate, checked the condition of the outbuildings, and took photos of various spots around the exterior of the house about which heâd seek professional opinions.
An hour had passed when his stomach reminded him that heâd had a meager lunch at best, and perhaps a little food might be in order. The thought that Mercy might be in the kitchen was almost enough to send him running (again), but in the end, he persuaded himself that she wasnât likely to be present.
She had other things to do, no doubt. There was that Vandal characterâhe sounded like a right bloke with the ladies. He just bet Mercy would fall for that sort of a man. Not that he cared. Not that it mattered whom she fell for, so long as she didnât expect to stand around chatting with him, and leaning in to the point where he could smell that delicious scent that seemed to wrap around her, or feel the nearness of her body. No, he didnât need that in his life, and