presence behind her before she heard his steps. Markplaced his hands on her shoulders, and the paring knife clattered to the sink top. He turned her gently to face him.
âI donât want you to leave, Alice,â he said softly, and her eyes locked with his.
âWhy?â she whispered.
He slowly shook his head, and she couldnât tell if he didnât know why he didnât want her to leave, or that he wouldnât tell her.
âWill you stay?â His voice was soft and intimate.
She couldnât speak, but she lifted her hand, caressed the dimple on his cheek, knowing within her heart that his reason for asking her to stay was the same reason that made it impossible for her to leave.
Chapter Four
D inner was a silent affair, even though Eddie ate a good meal, obviously none the worse for his accident. In fact, he seemed somewhat proud of the fact that heâd been knocked out. All of the family must have sensed the tension between Mark and Alice, and she noticed Kristin looking from one to the other with anxiety. It took so little to upset the security of these children. Mark made an effort to keep a conversation going, but Alice couldnât have spoken if sheâd wanted to. Mark had asked her to stay, but she hadnât promised. What should she do?
Mark took the children into the living room when theyâd finished eating, and Gran helped Alice remove the dishes from the table. After the dishwasher was filled, and Alice was washing the pans, Gran said, âDonât be upset, Alice. Eddie isnât hurt.â
âIâm thankful for that, but Iâm sorry it happened.â
âMark wonât be angry for long,â Gran assured Alice.
Alice hugged the stooped shoulders. âThanks,Gran. Itâs comforting to know that I have you on my side. I hope you have a good rest tonight.â
As Gran guided her walker toward the stairs, Alice went into her room and shut the door. What had Mark meant by his words? she wondered. Probably she was no more to him than a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear, but if Mark was learning to care for her, that would complicate their situation. If his feelings for her compared to her love for him, sheâd have to leave, for it wouldnât be long before others would notice their mutual attraction. If only a month in his home had this effect on her, sheâd be risking her reputation and his if she continued to stay. Already, she was willing to take this man and his family for her own. At her age, she should have known better.
Alice didnât turn on a light, but sat in the rocking chair and stared out the window, observing as twilight faded to darkness, listening to a cardinalâs clear tones as it heralded the end of the day. To achieve some comfort, she took off her sandals and unbraided her hair to let it hang loosely around her shoulders. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, trying not to think, but in her mind, she reviewed every minute sheâd spent in this home.
So deep was her concentration that she jumped when a knock sounded on the door. She padded across the floor in her bare feet and paused momentarily with her hand on the doorknob before she turned it.
Mark peered into the darkness. âWere you asleep? I didnât know youâd turned off the light.â
âNo, I wasnât asleep. Iâve been trying to sort things out in my mind.â
âWill you come into the office? We need to talk.â
She moved past him and down the hallway to his office. She perched on the edge of the chair sheâd occupied the first day she came to this house and Mark took his chair behind the desk.
âI want to apologize,â he said, âforâ¦for several things, but right now, for losing my temper with you. I know you canât understand why Iâm so protective of Eddie, but you only see him as he is now, a reasonably healthy child.â He swiveled around in his chair and took a