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thing. He’d never get up and down the stairs at home. Either they had to find him a convalescent facility or she had to figure out a way to put a bedroom and bathroom downstairs for him. Even then, he’d need full-time nurses until he recovered.
    The big iron gates swung open, and Catherine drove up and around the hill to the top, to Father’s elegant two-story Spanish style mansion, part of the Timmons family estate.
    Fawn was a bleached blonde with perfect features and a figure to die for. She resembled countless other women who’d been in and out of this house since Catherine’s mother left.
    After introducing herself, Fawn held out a paint chart and pointed to chrome yellow and Chinese red. “What do you think about using this in the foyer, Catherine? I learned how to do that faux finish, and this is the perfect place for it. What about a yellow background with a little red sponged on top?”
    She had to be kidding. “Listen to me, Fawn—”
    She pointed to a patch of hot pink. “I picked out this color for the dining room.”
    Catherine held up her hand in the universal signal for stop. “Whose house is this?”
    “Walt’s, of course, but when we marry—”
    “Did he ask you to marry him?”
    Fawn’s perfect chin lifted a little. “Not yet, but he will. Every man I’ve ever been with has proposed to me.”
    Sure they had. The woman may be beautiful, but her two brain cells rattled around in an otherwise empty skull. “Don’t touch anything,” Catherine said slowly.
    Fawn’s chin came up. “Walt will let me do anything I want. He loves me.”
    Sure he did. “What happened? How did he fall?”
    “We...uh...were on our way upstairs and he had a dizzy spell.”
    Catherine cocked her head and stared her down. “Why did he have a dizzy spell? Had he been drinking?”
    “No, he took... The Viagra was his idea, not mine,” she said quickly. “I didn’t know it would make him dizzy or I wouldn’t have given it to him.”
    Given it to him? She gave him a prescription drug? “Did he know?”
    “Of course he did,” said Fawn, but her eyes shifted. The bimbo was lying, and Catherine was livid. Fawn had caused the fall as surely as if she’d pushed him down the stairs. Father was in the hospital, in pain, and Catherine had walked out on an important project, all because of this stupid woman. If she’d wanted a young, virile man, she should have looked elsewhere instead of giving a sixty-eight-year-old man a drug that wasn’t prescribed for him.
    Catherine carried her bag upstairs, and as she walked past her father’s bedroom, she glanced inside. Fawn had rearranged Father’s bedroom furniture. Pointing to the room, Catherine said, “Put everything back the way you found it, and I mean everything . I’ll go speak with the cook about dinner, and then we’re going to have a nice long talk.”
    “The cook quit yesterday and the maid the day before. The only one left is Sanchez.”
    With a deep sigh, Catherine asked, “Can you cook?”
    “Me?” squeaked Fawn.
    “Never mind. I’ll cook. You move furniture and clean up in here.”
    Fawn crossed her arms. “I don’t clean.”
    “If you think I’m going to clean up after you, think again. Listen to me.” Catherine couldn’t deal with this now, and she didn’t want this idiot in the house. “Put everything back the way it was and pack your things. You’re leaving.”
    Fawn stared her down, and what little patience Catherine had left melted away. She grabbed the phone and called the security company. “I need help evicting a woman from the estate.” Father could deal with her when he recovered.
    “I’m not leaving.”
    “Oh, yes you are. Pack your things and go back where you came from. Call in a couple months or so, after my father recovers. If he’ll even speak with you after what you did to him, you can ask if he wants you back.”
    Fawn’s face darkened and her eyes narrowed with rage. “I’ll tell him what you