A One-of-a-Kind Family. Holly Jacobs
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“Oh, he’ll let you. I might not be his mother, or even related by blood, but I’m as close as the boys have to a relative, and I have some clout. I’ll use it on your behalf.” Mrs. Taylor’s bravado seemed at odds with her dimpled smiles.
“Thank you, Mrs. Taylor.”
Mrs. Taylor reached across the table and patted her hand. “Now, you call me Aunt Betty. Everyone does. And you tell me what you need from Liam, and I’ll see to it that you get it. I can’t tell you how much I’ve worried about Colm. I’m not getting any younger and I don’t know what Liam will do when I’m gone.”
“Mrs. Taylor—”
The woman gave her a look and Anna hastily amended, “Aunt Betty. I’m sure you’ll be here for a long time, but I really think there’s a whole world of opportunities for Colm, and I’d like to show them to him, if his brother permits me to.”
“Like I said, you don’t worry about Liam. I’ll take care of him. When do you want to start?”
“Tomorrow morning at eight?”
“That sounds great to me. We’ll see you then.”
Colm was busily putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
“Colm, would it be okay if I came over again tomorrow?” Anna asked.
He turned around and grinned. “Oh, yeah. We can finish our buildin’.”
“Sure we can. And maybe we could try a few other things, too.”
“Okay, that’d be good, Anna.” He hugged her goodbye and Anna didn’t mind his wet hands as she hugged him back. “Yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow, Anna.”
LIAM OPENED the front door for Anna the next morning.
“Mr. Franklin,” she said, obviously surprised. “Sorry, I was expecting Mrs. Taylor.”
“I’m home today. I wanted to be home yesterday, but I had a meeting, otherwise you’d have dealt with me.”
He loved working for himself, except days like yesterday, when he wished he had an employee to send to meetings.
Because his work centered around computers and programming, he was able to do a lot of it online from his home office, but sometimes he had to see customers in person. Thankfully, yesterday’s meeting had been with a small firm in town. It had been one of his first clients. Thanks to the Internet, he now did security work for businesses all over the country. Those face-to-faces weren’t just an afternoon out of the office, which is why he’d found himself at The Sunrise Foundation.
He reminded himself that he made a good living and was able to be at home most days.
Still, he wished he had been here because he’d have saved himself Aunt Betty’s tongue-lashing. She’d told him that Anna was coming back to work with Colm to be more self-sufficient, and his less-than-enthusiastic response had started the lecture. Every concern he voiced only made it worse.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t join us.” Anna’s expression didn’t quite match her words. Though her look was quickly replaced by an all-business one that Liam recognized because he’d used it himself with difficult customers.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here today,” she said with what sounded like forced enthusiasm. “Maybe we can talk for a few minutes?”
“Come in.” He led her into the living room and gestured to one of the chairs. He took the other one opposite her.
“You have a beautiful home,” she said conversationally. “And that porch. I really love the porch. It makes the house seem so friendly and approachable.”
“This is my parents’ house. I grew up here and moved back in after they passed away. I thought the continuity was important for Colm, given the circumstances.”
“I’m sorry. Mrs. Taylor said that’s when she started helping you out. I’m glad you had some support. But still, I’m sorry for your loss.”
He didn’t say anything to that, because Liam didn’t know what to do with sympathy. He remembered standing at the funeral home while a long line of his parents’ friends filed by expressing their own sorrow and empathizing with his. He’d nodded woodenly, and tried not to envy Colm’s ability to hug everyone.
Needing to change the subject, he said, “So, about my brother?”
“I’d like to spend some time with Colm. A couple of hours a few times a week. Mrs. Taylor seemed to think you’d be okay with that.”
Liam couldn’t help but smile. “That was a polite way of saying that Aunt Betty threatened to kick my butt if I didn’t let you work with him.”
Anna laughed and the movement sent her myriad of curls bouncing every which way, just like when they’d met. Again, Liam wanted to reach out and touch them. They were like a living entity, moving as she spoke. But being attracted to Anna was the last thing he needed, so he kept his hands at his sides.
She was still chuckling as she said, “Yes, I believe there was some promise on her part of using threats if necessary. I’d really like it not to be necessary, Mr. Franklin. I think I have something to offer your brother. I think Colm can do a lot more than you believe.”
“I won’t see him upset or hurt. I don’t want him pushed into doing things he’s not comfortable with. I’ve worked very hard to keep a routine for him since my parents died.” Liam felt a lump in his throat at the thought of their passing. There was a sense of finality—the knowledge that his father would never realize that Liam’s tinkering with computers was indeed turning into a successful business.
His parents had been in their forties when they’d had him and Colm, and his father had some very old-world attitudes about what constituted real work. He’d looked at Liam’s start-up company as an unnecessary risk. He pointed out that Liam could make more money and have more security working for an already established company. But Liam liked working for himself. He liked the autonomy. And his decision to start his own company had paid off. Liam desperately wished his father could know.
“Mr. Franklin, was Colm upset yesterday after he served us our snack and then cleaned up?”
“No,” he admitted. His brother had been excited when Liam had come home last night, telling him that he could make his own snacks now. Someone didn’t have to do it for him. “No, he wasn’t upset at all.”
“Great. Then if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep going—see what else Colm can do for himself. I’ll be by mornings for now, but that’s subject to change. And I’ll look for someone who can stay with him when you have to travel.”
“What do you think Colm needs to be doing for himself, Ms. Chapel?” He bristled at the implication that somehow his parents hadn’t helped Colm enough—his mother had devoted her life to his brother. He was about to say as much to Ms. Chapel but she started talking, and as at their first meeting, he realized that when Ms. Chapel started talking, it was like a speeding freight train. Unstoppable.
“Listen, Mr. Franklin, Colm is a wonderful, well-adjusted man. And I know that’s because of what your family gave him—a stable, loving home. But…” She paused.
“But,” she started again, “everyone needs new challenges. I think I can give that to Colm. Challenge him. Help him grow.”
“And I can’t?” he asked.
“You can—and I’m hoping you’ll help.”
“And what about additional help?”
“Let me know the dates that Mrs. Taylor can’t cover for you and I’ll organize someone.”
It rankled, asking this woman for help. A very big part of Liam wanted to tell her never mind, he’d arrange it on his own. He wanted to assure her that he and Colm were fine as