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Forever, With You. Sophie Love
Читать онлайн.Название Forever, With You
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isbn 9781632919137
Автор произведения Sophie Love
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Серия The Inn at Sunset Harbor
Издательство Lukeman Literary Management Ltd
Emily showed her into the living room and Chantelle made a small gasping noise at the sight of the piano.
“You can play it if you want,” Emily encouraged her.
Chantelle didn’t need telling twice. She went straight to the antique piano, which sat in the alcove of the bay window, and began plunking keys.
Emily smiled at Daniel. “I wonder if we have a budding musician on our hands.”
Daniel watched Chantelle almost with a look of curiosity, like he couldn’t quite believe she existed. Emily wondered whether he’d had any contact with children before her at all. She herself had babysat Ben’s nieces on countless occasions so at least had some semblance of knowledge. Daniel, on the other hand, looked entirely out of his depth.
Just then, Chantelle stopped playing. The noise of her discordant playing had alerted the dogs that someone had returned home, and they’d begun to bark from the utility room.
“Do you like dogs?” Emily asked Chantelle, deciding she’d need to take the lead on this.
Chantelle nodded enthusiastically.
“I have two,” Emily continued. “Rain is the puppy and Mogsy is his mom. Do you want to meet them?”
Chantelle’s grin widened.
As Emily led her into the corridor, she felt Daniel’s hand on her arm.
“Is that a good idea?” he asked in a hushed whisper as they headed toward the kitchen. “They won’t scare her? Bite her?”
“Of course not,” Emily reassured him.
“But you hear about dogs mauling kids all the time,” he muttered.
Emily rolled her eyes. “This is Mogsy and Rain, remember? They’re the silliest, dopiest dogs in the world.”
They’d reached the kitchen and Emily gestured for Chantelle to head toward the utility room. The second she opened the door the dogs were jumping up and yapping away at them. Daniel looked beyond tense as Rain ran in circles around Chantelle while Mogsy pawed at her sweater and tried to lick her. But Chantelle was having the time of her life. She dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise. Emily knew instinctively that this was the first time he’d heard Chantelle express so much happiness.
“I think they like you,” Emily said to Chantelle with a smile. “We can take them outside to play if you’d like.”
Chantelle looked up at her with her huge blue eyes. She looked as happy as a kid on Christmas Day.
“Really?” she stammered. “Can I?”
Emily nodded. “Sure.” She handed Chantelle some dog toys. “I’ll watch you all from the window.”
She opened up the back door that led to the backyard and the dogs bounded out. Chantelle hovered a moment as though reticent to step out alone, to make her first small step of independence. But finally she found her confidence, stepped outside, and threw a ball for the dogs to fetch.
When Emily walked back into the kitchen, Daniel was putting on a fresh pot of coffee.
“Are you okay?” she asked gently.
Daniel nodded. “I’m not used to this. My overwhelming concern is that no harm comes to her. I just want to wrap her up in cotton wool.”
“Of course you do,” Emily replied. “But you need to let her have some independence.”
Daniel sighed. “How come you’re such a natural at this?”
Emily shrugged. “I don’t think I am. I’m just playing it by ear. She’s perfectly safe out there as long as we keep an eye on her.”
She leaned against the kitchen sink and looked out the large window to the backyard, where Chantelle was running around, the dogs chasing her with excitement. But as Emily watched, she was suddenly struck by how similar Chantelle looked to Charlotte at that age. The similarities were uncanny, almost eerie. The sight triggered another one of Emily’s lost memories to resurface. She’d had many of these spontaneously recovered memories since moving to the house in Sunset Harbor, and though the way they popped into her mind so abruptly startled her, she cherished each and every one. They were like puzzle pieces, each one helping her to piece together an image of her dad and the life they’d shared before his disappearance.
In this memory, Emily remembered having a horrible fever, perhaps even the flu. It was just the three of them again because Mom hadn’t wanted to come to Sunset Harbor for the long weekend break, and so her father was doing his best to care for her. She remembered that one of Dad’s friends had brought their dogs over and that Charlotte was allowed to play with them, but Emily was too ill and had to stay inside. She’d been so upset about missing out on the dogs that her dad had held her up to the window – the kitchen window she was now gazing out of – in order to watch.
Emily drew back from the window and gasped. She discovered that her cheeks were wet, that she’d been crying as she’d watched Chantelle morph into Charlotte. Not for the first time, Emily had a strong sensation that Charlotte’s spirit was communicating with her, that she was somehow living within Chantelle and giving Emily a sign.
Just then, Daniel came up to her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. He was a welcome distraction, so she sunk her head back until it was resting on his chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, his voice soothing.
He must have seen the tears falling from her eyes. Emily shook her head. She didn’t want to tell Daniel about her flashback, or how she felt like Charlotte’s spirit was in Chantelle; she didn’t know how he would take it.
“Just a memory,” she said.
Daniel held her tightly, rocking her from side to side. How he handled Emily in these strange moments seemed so different from how he handled Chantelle. He was on familiar ground with Emily, and she could tell how much more confident he was with her in comparison to his daughter. She’d leaned on him so many times. Now it was her turn to give him someone to lean on.
“It’s all a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?” she said, finally, turning to face him.
Daniel nodded, his expression anguished. “I don’t even know where to begin. I need to enroll her at school for starters. The next semester starts on Wednesday. Then I’ve got to work out sleeping arrangements.”
“You’ll ruin your back if you keep sleeping on that fold-out couch,” Emily agreed. Then she was hit with a moment of inspiration. “Move in here.”
Daniel faltered for a moment. “You don’t mean that. You’ve got so much going on there’s no way you can accommodate us.”
“I want you to,” Emily insisted. “I want Chantelle to have space and her own room.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Daniel said, still resisting.
“And you don’t have to be alone. I’m here for you. It makes so much more sense than to have you both squashed up in the carriage house.” She held onto him tightly.
“But you can’t afford to give up one of the guest rooms, can you?”
Emily smiled. “Remember when we talked about turning the carriage house into its own vacation suite, separate from the B&B? Well, wouldn’t now be the perfect time? Chantelle can have the room next to the master bedroom so she’ll be close to us. She can have her own key so that it’s safe. Then you can renovate the carriage house in time for Thanksgiving. I’m sure it will be a great draw for customers.”
Daniel gave Emily a worried expression. She wasn’t sure where his reticence was coming from.