instead of the can of soda her fingers were tightly wrapped around.
Myrna gestured with her nearly empty wineglass. âSo what does everyone think about Annie working for Jared?â
âAnnie doesnât work for me.â Jared moved beside Annie. âShe already explained that to you.â
âWell, not technically, butââ
âWe think itâs wonderful.â A hard glint shone in Jakeâs eyes as he cut his stepmother off. âWhy wouldnât we?â
âAnnie is brilliant,â Jessica chimed in. âJared is lucky to have her working with him.â
They were all protecting her, Annie realized. It didnât matter that all that time had passed. They still treated her now as they had thenâas a member of the family. A warmth that even Myrna couldnât destroy spread through her.
âWell,â Myrna said, lifting her chin, âI certainly never meant to imply that it wasnât a good thing. I just donât understand why Jared wants to risk everything for this project. Especially after Iâve offered him such a generous amount for the land. Daddy saysââ
âWhat do I say, Myrna?â
Annie glanced at the silver-haired distinguished-looking man who had moved beside Myrna. His intense brown eyes settled on Annie and he smiled broadly.
âYou must be Annie,â he said and offered a hand. âIâm Myrnaâs father, Carlton Hewitt.â
Annie took his hand. It was cool to the touch, and she felt a strength that surprised her for a man his age. âHow do you do.â
âI was just saying that Jared would be better off selling the land now,â Myrna went on. âEveryone knows that oil drilling is risky. Hardly a sound investment.â
âAnd I suppose that building a six-thousand-square-foot mansion in the middle of nowhere is your idea of a sound investment,â Jared said tightly.
âIt was, until J.T. left me with no land,â she complained. âAnd if youââ
âLeave the boy be,â Carlton said good-naturedly to his daughter. âA man has to do what he has to do. And Annie here must have thought the project a good one, or she wouldnât have allowed her company to back it. Would you, Annie?â
Annie felt an uneasiness as Carlton looked at her. âItâs a viable project, Mr. Hewitt. The figures are extremely promising.â
Carlton smiled. âWell, then, Jared, all my best to you. And as much as my daughter wants this, Iâm afraid sheâll just have to find herself land somewhere else.â
âI donât want land somewhere else.â Myrna pouted. âI have a beautiful home I love and I have no intention of leaving. Jake and Jared wonât even part with a few hundred acres. Not to mention Jessica. Iâve offered her a fair sum for her parcel, and she insists on converting that old town into a childrenâs camp, for heavenâs sake. Itâs simply not safe for a young woman to move out there by herself with all those construction workers.â
Two sets of deep blue male eyes turned toward Jessica.
âWhatâs she talking about?â both Jake and Jared said at the same time.
Savannah took Emmaâs hand. âTime to go check on the ice cream,â she said, slipping away.
Jessicaâs eyes narrowed with irritation as she stared at Myrna. âAnd how did you come across that information?â
âYour landlady, Mrs. Wimple, told me that youâd given one monthsâ notice, and Mr. Barret at the building department mentioned youâd applied for a permit. Oh, dear.â Myrnaâs expression of concern was almost comical. âWas this a secret, dear?â
âGod forbid thereâd be a secret in this town,â Jessica muttered, then turned to smile weakly at her brothers. They scowled fiercely. âI was going to tell you,â she insisted.
Annie watched as the three of them began