“I want you to stay here until you feel like being more friendly. Ellene is here on business, and I have to talk with her.”
Caitlin didn’t respond. He shook his head and turned to the stairs.
“What kind of business?”
Her soft voice surprised him, and he turned toward her. “She’s a building contractor.”
“What’s that?” She rolled over to face him.
Connor’s chest tightened seeing her confused face. “She’s a person who helps remodel a business or a house. She helps people decide which rooms to add or how to change them.”
Caitlin frowned. “But she seems like your friend.”
“I’ve known her and her father for many years.”
“She has a daddy, too?”
“Yes. Mr. Bordini.”
“And a mommy?”
A lump caught in Connor’s throat. “Yes.”
“I thought so.”
Fighting a lump in his throat, Connor could only nod.
Caitlin rolled back to face the wall.
“I’ll talk to you later, sweetheart,” he said, heading once again for the staircase.
“I know. You got business,” she mumbled.
Business. Yes, he had business with Ellene, but the word seemed so incompatible with the deeper relationship they’d once had. Seeing her now brought back those old unpleasant feelings. No surprise, really. Their parting had been shocking to him. He wondered if she’d ever realized how devastated he’d been. It hadn’t been what he’d wanted, but pride and stubbornness had stopped him from begging her to take back the ring. He’d walked away.
Things happen for a reason, and later he’d realized the breakup had probably been for the best. Since Connor hadn’t been a strong Christian then, he’d feared he could never meet her parents’ expectations or make Ellene happy. Their relationship, he worried, would have brought heartache for everyone.
At the bottom of the stairs, Connor drew in a lengthy breath, then stepped into the room.
Ellene stood by the doorway, looking through the window into the porch.
“Today isn’t a good day for Caitlin.”
When he spoke, she turned to face him. “It’s probably because I’m here.” She lifted a finger and drew it around a lock of hair.
“It’s not that.” He wanted to explain, but he didn’t have the answer himself. It was so many things.
She seemed to wait, and when he didn’t add to his comment, she glanced at her watch. “It’s getting late. I should finish up here and get on my way.”
His pulse skipped as she stepped closer to him. “By the time we finish, it’ll be getting dark. How about staying for dinner?”
She hesitated, then stiffened. “No, Connor, but thanks. Let’s get started. I would really like to finish before dark. It’s a long drive home.”
Connor feared he’d pushed too hard, and he knew Ellene too well. When she meant business, that was it.
A sarcastic tone edged his words. “Okay, let’s get this finished.”
Chapter Three
After an hour of talking about the cabin, Ellene settled onto one of Connor’s dining-room chairs and lifted the lid on her laptop. She opened her software program and began pulling together the renovation details they’d discussed.
Connor had finally left her alone while he worked at the kitchen counter, probably preparing their evening meal. She glanced at him occasionally, seeing him stare into the refrigerator and study the inside of the pantry. She forced herself to concentrate. She needed to input the figures and ideas they’d discussed, then get on the road. The trip home would take over an hour even without the weekday traffic, and the longer she stayed the more confused she became. For so many years, she’d dragged around her negative attitude about Connor, yet today he’d even made her laugh.
She studied the yellow legal pad as a garbled notation hopped from the page. “You’re willing to lose four feet of the great room to expand the bathroom and bedroom downstairs. Is that what we agreed? I can’t read my notes.”
“Right. If we make the porch a year-round room, I can spread the sitting area out even more, and we’ll leave the far end of the porch as it is.” He glanced her way. “Is that right?”
“The last twelve feet will remain a screened-in porch. Correct.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and she only noticed Caitlin when her shadow fell over her scribbled notes.
The girl leaned over her shoulder and looked at the screen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m typing information.”
“Can I type?”
“I’m working right now, Caitlin, but I know computers are fun. They have all kinds of information and even programs for kids.”
Caitlin drew back. “I know.”
Ellene chuckled at her blunt retort.
The little girl touched the edge of the keyboard. “We have computers at my school.”
“Computers are the backbone of communication.”
Caitlin’s face screwed into a disbelieving look. “Computers don’t have backbone. People do.”
Ellene laughed and glanced at Connor who sent her a wry smile. “I mean, it’s very important in business. We can talk with people all over the world.”
Caitlin lifted her eyebrows. “Talk?”
“Not talk, but write to people or read information from other countries.”
“On e-mail,” Caitlin said.
The child’s simple response made Ellene grimace at her lack of experience talking with children.
Caitlin faced Connor. “Daddy, we should get a computer for home, too.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Maybe we should, but Caitlin, right now, you shouldn’t bother Ellene.”
“It’s okay,” But was it? Ellene felt her heartstrings tangling around the little girl. She needed to remain uninvolved before she got hurt again.
Caitlin leaned closer to the monitor. “Do you have games on your computer?”
“A few.” Ellene paused a moment to shoo her away, then thought better of it and hit the minimize button. “This is the desktop. See this right here.” She cringed suspecting Caitlin knew about the desktop.
Caitlin nodded as Ellene clicked an icon. A noise hummed and clicked as a machine came onto the screen while Caitlin giggled.
“What’s that?” the child asked, pressing her finger against the monitor.
“It’s pinball. You’re too young for this game, but adults like it.”
Caitlin leaned closer, watching Ellene shoot the ball. “We don’t have games like that at school.”
The sound pulled Connor from the kitchen area, and he wandered to her side and leaned over, viewing the screen. “I’ve never played computer games.”
“You’re