affected by the accusation. âWeâre family,â he repeated. âAs you said, youâre the outsider.â
He tensed, but before he could say something heâd regret, Annie straightened.
âIâm Beccaâs sister. Iâm the one she wanted to takecare of her child.â The fire was back in Annieâs eyes. âI wonât let her down.â
That fire seemed to bank Linkâs fury. Frankâs attempt to take the child had wakened Annie to the danger they faced. That would work to his advantage in convincing her.
âI think a sister trumps a cousin, Frank. Maybe you and Julia better leave. Youâre not going to get what you want here.â
âChoosing sides, are you? Maybe you should reconsider, Annie. We can give Marcy a real family. You want whatâs best for her, donât you?â
âIâm whatâs best for her.â Her mouth set with a stubbornness he could have told Frank wouldnât be moved.
Maybe Frank recognized that fact. He shrugged, then gestured Julia toward the door. âFine. Weâll see you in court, then. I think youâll find Judge Carstairs will recognize the value of what we have to offer that little girl.â
They swept out. He felt Annie sag with relief when the door closed. Then, as if she realized she was leaning against him, she took a step away.
âDown,â Marcy said loudly, and Annie gave a weak laugh as she set the toddler on her feet.
âShe was so still the whole time they were here. She must have sensed how scared I was.â She met his eyes gravely. âThank you, Link.â
âI hate to say I told you so, but I did. Now do you understand?â
Annieâs brown eyes clouded, and she crossed her arms protectively over her chest. âYou were right about the Lesters.â
âAnd I was right about what we have to do.â Didnât she realize that? âIf you want to keep that child, this is the only solution, and the sooner we do it the better. The Lesters are probably consulting their attorney as we speak. Thereâll be a hearing, and weâd better go into it married if weâre going to have a chance.â
âWe have to see an attorney.â
âAnnieââ
Anger flared in her eyes, but behind it he saw vulnerability. âIâm not going off half-cocked, so you might as well get used to the idea. We see a lawyer first. Thenââ She seemed to take a breath. âWell, then weâll see whatâs best.â
He could say he already knew what was best, but he suspected that wasnât going to sway her. âIâll call Chet Longly. Heâs the lawyer the firm uses. Will he do, or do you want to find someone yourself?â
âHeâll do.â She shivered.
He nodded, picking up the phone. At least she seemed to accept that he was irrevocably involved in this. For once, she couldnât avoid him.
And that was just as well, because one way or another, he intended to marry her.
Chapter Two
A nnie held the baby on her lap as she sat next to Link in the attorneyâs office the next morning, watching as every avenue of escape was blocked to her. Each word Chet Longly spoke seemed to make marriage to Link loom more inexorably.
She gazed past the attorney, trying to ease the sense of things closing in on her. His office, like every other important thing in the small town, faced the town square. Two days ago the flag at its center had hung at half-staff, in mourning for the funerals of two prominent citizens. Today the banner snapped in a brisk September breeze, colors bright in the sunshine.
Marcy wiggled, restless after a half hourâs worth of adult conversation. Holding one arm around the babyâs rounded middle, Annie reached into the diaper bag and pulled out one of the soft toys sheâd tossedin before leaving the house. Maybe that would occupy Marcy for a moment at least.
Beccaâs next-door