The Brides of Chance Collection Part 33

"Of course." He turned to Mrs. Perryman. "Please excuse us for a few moments. My daughter and I have some things to discuss."

Alisa's throat tightened, and she felt suspiciously close to tears at his words. If only this scoundrel really meant what he said. She followed in silence as he led her to his office. "Please have a seat," he offered, motioning toward a pair of brown leather chairs.

"Thank you," she replied stiffly. To her surprise, he took the other chair rather than walking around the desk and sitting as she'd seen him do many times with guests and business a.s.sociates.

"You're all right?" he asked. Was that guilt hiding in his eyes?

She sniffed. "If by your inquiry you mean did Bart and Amos harm me, no, they did not-no thanks to you."

That was most definitely relief was.h.i.+ng across his face. What was he playing at?

"I understand Amos is dead and Bart has been placed in jail?"

Alisa frowned. "That's right. How did you know that?"

"Your young man came to see me yesterday."

"My young...t.i.tus was here?"

"Yes, and he seems to be under the impression that you're safely tucked away at a farmhouse between here and his ranch." He peered at her closely. "Why have you come back?"

"To turn myself in."

His eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "For something you didn't do?"

"I hope to plead my case to the authorities. Perhaps the judge will be lenient." Moisture formed in his eyes, and his shoulders slumped as he leaned forward and reached for her hands.

Alisa shrank back.

"Don't be frightened," he said.

At the soft, almost defeated tone, Alisa allowed him to take her hands in both of his. "What's come over you, Mr. Worthington? I don't understand."

"I know. Bear with me for a few minutes, and I'll explain."

Alisa nodded, praying that G.o.d would give her wisdom to know the truth.

"When Mother announced she was giving you the house and the money already accrued from the s.h.i.+pping company, I was furious. Shocked. Betrayed."

"But Mr. Worthington, I never-"

He nodded. "I know. You didn't even know that you're my daughter."

Hearing him say the words sent a jolt through her. She stared at him and for the first time saw the truth. This man was her father; his blood flowed through her veins. They had the same nose that turned up slightly at the end, the same brown eyes, and the same creases in their cheeks that hinted at dimples when they smiled. Which he did at that moment.

"It's a little overwhelming when it comes to you, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

"Over the past few months, my life without my mother has been lonely, and I realized that I would gladly give up everything, including the s.h.i.+pping company, to have her back." He gave a short laugh. "She would love to hear that. Mother always believed I had great potential, but I never believed I could make it without the allowance she bestowed upon me each month.

"But as lonely as I've been, I started thinking what it must have been like to grow up without either a mother or a father."

"I had Mrs. Perryman."

His expression softened. "I have high regard for Mrs. Perryman. She's a rare jewel indeed."

A rare jewel? Alisa peered closer. Was her father falling in love with Mrs. Perryman? She captured her bottom lip between her teeth in order to stave off a smile.

He smiled, obviously reading her amus.e.m.e.nt. "As I said, she's a remarkable woman."

"What about Bart and Amos?"

"They came to me after reading the poster. At the time, I still hadn't come to grips with everything, and against my better judgment, I gave them the okay to find you."

"You instructed them not to harm me."

"You're my daughter. I couldn't bear the thought."

"Why were you looking for me?"

He heaved a sigh. "At first, of course, I wanted you to sign away your rights to the house and money."

"I never wanted-"

Again he silenced her. "I know you didn't ask for anything. But Mother loved you. I wish the two of you could have established a familial relations.h.i.+p. Even so, she had grown to know you over the months you worked for us while she was making arrangements for your future. It was her desire to give you the house and the money. And in doing so, she did me a great favor."

"A favor?"

"I'm learning the s.h.i.+pping company. Even gave Jonesy a job there in the office running errands and learning the books."

"What a wonderful position for Jonesy! He's so good with numbers."

Her father nodded, and Alisa felt warm all over. "I discovered that pretty early on. He has a head for sales, too. I expect he'll move up and be a successful man himself someday."

The pride reflected in her father's face piqued her curiosity. He answered her question before she asked. "I'd like to know how you would feel if I were to adopt Jonesy. Give him my name-our name-and ask him to join me in the business."

"Oh, Mr. Worthington." Tears burned her throat and eyes. "Have you spoken with Jonesy yet?"

"No. First I wanted to see how you felt."

"But why?"

"I've denied you-my flesh and blood-the right to a father for twenty years. I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you want me to. Devoting all of my attention to you and any grandchildren you give me."

"You mean you want to be sure I don't mind sharing you?" Alisa laughed.

He reddened. "I understand. It was a ludicrous thing to even suggest you might want a relations.h.i.+p with me. Forgive my presumption."

"No, that's not it. I'm amazed by all of this. Really."

"So am I, to be honest. Now to get down to business matters. I a.s.sume you will live on your husband's ranch?"

"Oh, well, t.i.tus and I do need to speak of matters now that things have changed." And she wasn't going to jail. Joy welled up inside her and curved her lips into a smile. There was nothing keeping them apart now. It was all she could do not to jump back on Raven and fly all the way home to the man she loved.

"Will you be selling the house?"

"Sell t.i.tus's house? There are several cabins all together. It wouldn't be right to sell one of them to a stranger. Besides, t.i.tus would never leave his family."

His mouth twisted to one side in a smile. "I meant this house," he drawled.

"How could I? I mean, why would I sell your house?"

"Alisa," he said, keeping his gaze steady on her. "It's your house. Mother left it to you."

"Oh." Was it really true? She hadn't been dreaming it all this time? Even in her wildest imagination, it never occurred to her that anyone would actually let her have it.

"Do you want it?" she asked her father. Something flickered in his eyes.

"I am preparing to buy my own home. The company brings in much more than I realized, and I am financially secure."

"But wouldn't you rather stay in the home where you grew up?"

"I must admit I would. But the house is large. Much too large for a man alone."

Alisa smiled as understanding dawned. "You've offered Mrs. Perryman and the children a place to stay for as long as they need."

"Yes."

"Would you object if I turn the house over to them for good?"

He expelled a breath and smiled as though relieved. "I had hoped you would consider that an option."

"Dado I have enough money to maintain the house for them?"

He chuckled. "My dear, you have enough money to maintain a hundred houses for them. You are an extremely wealthy young lady. Not to mention the fact that twenty-five percent of the s.h.i.+pping company belongs to you, as well."

Alisa's eyes widened. "Oh." If she hadn't already been sitting, she would certainly have felt the need to do so. She remembered the conversation between Robert and Mrs. Worthington before the horrendous scene that followed. All the inheritance talk had been eclipsed by the appalling aftermath.

"You're remembering." He said the words as a statement, not a question. "I'm so sorry."

"Mr. Worthington, I forgive you for accusing me. I know your mother sprung the news on you as suddenly as I heard it myself."

"I want to know you, Alisa. You're so much like your grandmother." He squeezed her hands. "I know I don't deserve the opportunity to know you. But I've changed, and I pray G.o.d will give me the chance to prove it."

"I...I would like the chance to know you, too." It was too hard to say " *Father' " just yet. She wasn't ready. But someday she hoped their relations.h.i.+p would be such that her children would have the benefit of a real grandfather.

"Where is she?" A roar from the foyer interrupted them. Robert shot to his feet, releasing Alisa's hands. The door burst open, and t.i.tus strode through.

Alisa gasped. "t.i.tus!"

"Why did you leave?" he demanded. "I thought I told you I'd be coming back."

"If you'll excuse me," Robert said, coughing into his fist. "I'll leave you two alone to talk things over."

"Well?"

Alisa frowned. "If you'll calm down, I can explain."

His breathing slowed a bit, and he looked into her eyes, tenderness replacing the hard edges of only a second ago. Alisa smiled. This was the t.i.tus she knew.

"I was worried sick about you riding alone to San Francisco. When Mrs. Meyers told me you'd ridden here, I thought you had come to turn yourself in."

"There's no reason for me to."

"I know. I talked it over with the sheriff yesterday."

"Robert said you came to see him, as well."

t.i.tus nodded. He stepped forward and gathered her around the waist, pulling her close. Alisa didn't resist. On the contrary, she willingly stepped into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Why did you come to see Robert?"

He brushed her upturned lips with his. "I wanted to be sure no one else was going to be coming after my wife."

Alisa grinned. "Have you a wife, t.i.tus Chance?"

"I will have before the day's out, if you're willing to marry me before we go home."

"So soon? Won't your family be upset?"

"We can throw a barbeque for all the neighbors to celebrate. But if we wait, there's no telling when Parson Abe's coming back. If weather keeps him from his appointed time next month, it could be another three months." He dipped his head and brushed her lips again. "I don't want to wait that long to marry you." His husky voice sent a s.h.i.+ver down Alisa's spine, and she found herself nodding in agreement when he said, "Let's go find a preacher."

"Perhaps we could find one to come here? I'd love to have Mrs. Perryman and the children in attendance."

"And your father?"

She nodded. "Yes. Him, too. And t.i.tus, before I become your wife, I would like to ask a favor."

"Anything, my love."

"I want to sign this house over to Mrs. Perryman."

"The house?"

"My grandmother left it for me."

His eyes grew soft and thoughtful. "I think it's a wonderful idea to leave it to the children."