A One-of-a-Kind Family. Holly Jacobs
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Patrick waved a hand in front of Liam’s face. “Earth calling Liam.”
Liam gave himself a mental shake. “Sorry. How are things, Patrick?”
“Fine. I was asking about the new woman? Actually, I asked what gives, and by that I meant, tell me about your new woman. I’m old and live vicariously through your exploits, which I have to confess, are very few and far between.” The elderly man ran his hand through his very thick gray hair, leaving it looking as if the barber had modeled his style after Einstein’s.
“She’s not my woman,” Liam assured his neighbor. “Even if she was, I can’t imagine Anna would want to be referred to as my woman.”
Patrick chuckled. “Probably not, but I’d never use the term in front of her. I might be old, but I’m not dumb. Women don’t take kindly to being called women. I heard some don’t even like being referred to as ladies? I’m guessing gals and broads are off-limit terms, as well. Me, I stick to people when women are about. It saves a lot of hassles. But she’s not here, so tell me who is she if she’s not your new woman? Her car’s in your driveway a lot lately. And I couldn’t help but notice it was here all night.”
“Her name’s Anna Chapel, she’s with The Sunrise Foundation and she’s helping out with Colm. She spent the night here with him while I was in Jackson, Tennessee, for a meeting with a prospective client.” He lifted his carry-on bag to emphasize he hadn’t been home last night with Anna.
Patrick nodded his approval. “Glad to see you’ve got some smarts, boy. Now, Mrs. Taylor is a fine woman, but a man your age needs to hire someone younger and easier on the eyes. This girl seems like she’ll do.”
“It’s not like that, Patrick. Anna is here for Colm.”
“Then you better see about making it like that. Girls like her don’t stay on the shelf for long. And a man your age needs a woman. Believe me, if I had it to do over again, I’d have snagged me a woman a decade or two ago. A man can only sow wild oats for so long, and one day he finds he hasn’t sowed enough, so there’s no harvest and that gets a mite lonely.”
Liam ignored Patrick’s comments. “I don’t even know if she’s dating someone.” Hell, he’d never asked Anna any questions about her personal life. Maybe she was married?
He’d never seen a wedding ring, but not everyone wore one. The thought of Anna with a boyfriend or a husband was…Well, it didn’t bother him, of course. But if she did have a significant other, then she’d been pretty neglectful, what with all the time she’d spent with Colm and him. He wouldn’t like to feel as if he and Colm were to blame if Anna’s relationship went south.
“You’d better find out if she’s dating. I came out to say thanks for mowing my lawn the other day.”
Liam nodded. “You know it’s not a problem.” Patrick was well beyond an age he should be doing things like that, and it only took Liam twenty minutes to do the elderly man’s lawn, too. “That’s what neighbors are for.”
“You’re a nice boy. Now show me you’re a smart one and try to land that cute girl.” Patrick started back toward his house. “Anna. That’s a nice solid name. From Hannah. It means gracious.”
Patrick had a Jeopardy-worthy knowledge of obscure facts, and Liam didn’t doubt his accuracy in pegging the origin of Anna’s name. “And my name? What does Liam mean?”
Patrick turned around and raked his hand through his hair, making it stand further on end. Einstein on a very bad hair day. “It’s Gaelic, boy. A form of William. It means warrior. Your brother’s name is Gaelic, too. It means dove…gentle. I think your mother knew what she was doing when she named you both. Be a warrior, fight for the girl.”
“I don’t have much time for girls, what with work and Colm, but thanks, Patrick.”
“Happy to give you an opinion any time, boy. Not that you listen to me.”
No one but Patrick ever referred to him as a boy anymore. To be honest, Liam was hard-pressed to remember a time he’d felt boyish. For as long as he could remember he’d had responsibilities, and he’d had even more since his parents had died.
He opened the door to the sound of laughter that immediately made him forget about responsibility.
“Come on, Anna,” Colm said in the living room. “Knock-knock.”
“Who’s there?” he heard Anna ask.
“Colm, silly.”
Anna burst out laughing. It wasn’t some fake titter, but a belly laugh that said she really did find his brother amusing.
“Come on, Anna. Your turn. I think I’m winnin’ so far.”
“Okay, last one. Hey, Colm, knock, knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Banana.”
“Banana who?”
“Banana Anna, now time for pajamas.”
This time Colm was laughing, and Anna joined in. It was a wonderful sound to come home to.
“Hey, knock, knock,” Liam called by way of a greeting.
“Liam,” Colm screamed and a split second later came barreling into the living room archway. “You’re home.” He threw himself at Liam. It was apparent that Colm trusted Liam to catch him, and Liam vowed, not for the first time, that he always would.
Colm let him go as abruptly as he’d hugged him. “You bring me somethin’?”
“Maybe.”
Colm laughed. “You always bring me something. Come on. Where is it?”
“How about you go put on your pajamas, like Anna said, and I’ll find it.”
“Okey-dokey.” He let go of Liam and ran up the stairs at full speed.
“Walk on the stairs, Colm,” Anna called.
Colm slowed, but it was barely perceptible.
“So, how was your trip?” She started to get up off the couch.
“Please, don’t go yet,” Liam said. Anna sank back down and he sat across from her. It was nice to have someone ask about his trip. He’d never thought about it, but it had been a long time since someone had. “To answer your question, the trip was great. An unqualified success. It’s a big account.”
Jackson Tech’s business would keep his small computer security company in the black for a while.
“Congratulations, Liam. I’m so happy for you.”
“And how were things here?”
“Fantastic. Colm did his own laundry.” She smiled as if remembering something that pleased her. “Now, when you see how it’s folded, don’t belittle it. It’s not perfect, but a few wrinkles aren’t a very high price for the sense of pride he took in the job. He’s not quite ready to take over on his own, but he did a good job. If you don’t mind taking the time, you should have him help from now on.”
Liam felt a surge of guilt at the thought of what Colm had learned and accomplished in the short time he’d been in Anna’s company. “I should have worked more with him. I should have pushed Mom to let him try new things. But she was always afraid he’d get hurt, and after a while…Well, I never thought about it. Colm was Colm. And what he did or didn’t do was part of him.”
“Liam, we’ve had this discussion before.” Anna leaned forward, placing her hands on the coffee table and sending her curls tumbling over her shoulders, as if by getting close enough, she could somehow drive her point home. “You’ve done a wonderful job with your brother. Colm is well-adjusted and happy. He couldn’t learn or accomplish any of these things if he weren’t.”