Paul is my dads old friend from the days when we lived on the island, and the CEO of Coffee from the Heart. I got a contract to sell the beans to Dads competitors, the local upscale cafés in Washington. They love the fact theyre getting a good deal from the daughter of the man who is their biggest competition.
I bet that hurts the old mans pride.
A little.
At his understanding grin, she remembered the old times, when she and Jarrett boldly made their own way, refusing to take money from her wealthy parents. It was only after his assignments as a SEAL took him away from her so much that she turned to her trust fund for shopping and other empty pursuits to pass the time.
Sometimes she wondered if the extreme measures shed taken after the divorcemoving here and starting her own nonprofit, had been to prove herself. Prove she was capable of being successful on her own. Prove she wasnt a failure, like her marriage had been.
They reached the building and she couldnt help a tinge of pride. Solar cells powered the lights, and the hot water heater was a black plastic tank. Efficient and economical. Jarrett looked impressed as she took him into the processing room. The women washed mangoes at a long sink and looked up and said a shy hello. A tall woman with dark-colored skin in her late thirties came over. She wore low heels, a blue dress and had a white apron tied around her waist.
Lacey introduced Jarrett to Collette March, the manager of the mango marmalade project. Educated in the States and extremely efficient, Collette was a hard worker and good at motivating the women.
Are those jars of jam ready for shipping yet? she asked.
Collette nodded. Yes, Miss Lacey. And the two you want shipped to the US to your father, as well. Theyre all in the storehouse.
As Collette hurried back over to supervise the women cutting the fruit, Lacey tossed Jarrett a mango. He bit into it, juice running down his chin. She grinned at his surprised look.
Its better than the mangoes Ive had in the States. Tastes like a tropical drink without the alcohol.
Thats the special appeal of these mangoes, and what makes the jam so tasty. We buy from local farmers, though we grow our own, as well, on the property.
As he finished the fruit, she took him into a room where women sat at long tables, hand-peeling the fruit and then slicing it into sections.
Its pretty easy to convert this into a large-scale operation because I have the labor. I hire women from the community and I pay them more than theyd make at the local sweat shops. I employ mainly women, and as a condition of employment, they have to attend classes here on Saturdays in reading and writing if they are illiterate.
At another table women were putting the mango slices into big pots with pectin, the main ingredient needed to make the jelly. Jarrett gave a friendly nod to the women as she showed him the area where the fruit was prepared and cooked.
The pectin keeps the jam from getting too runny. Next we cook the fruit with the sugar. And we boil the jars to sanitize them before theyre filled and then after theyre filled. Boiling after keeps the fruit from spoiling. We have to set the jars overnight to cool them and then in about ten days the mixture is ready to eat. We ship it out immediately because it lasts a little over a year.
How the hell did you learn so much about making jam? he asked. You could barely cook.
I wasnt that bad!
Sweetheart, you made eggs so hard-boiled they could pound nails.
At his wicked grin, heat suffused her face. Lace wasnt certain if the blush was from his teasing or the endearing sweetheart.
Im learning, though I have Rose. Shes the best cook in the region. Shes the one who gave me the recipe for the marmalade. The local women I employ have given me new ideas, too. They wanted jobs and they had skills. I learned a lot from them.
And Im sure theyre learning a lot from you, he murmured.
She shrugged, embarrassed at the praise as they moved outside to the sunshine.
Its a lot of work and I cant do it all, so I appointed one of the women as the manager. Collette is good at motivating the staff. Im the director who tries to let them alone and give guidance as they need it.
This is real nice, Lace. Youve done a lot.
Pride filled her at his acknowledgment. She had taken an abandoned farm and turned it into a thriving charity. Jarrett gazed around the compound, but she could tell his mind was working. Quiet, efficient. The man never stopped working, either at home or on the job. Always looking out for threats.
She glanced at her watch. Schools out and the compounds children will be home soon. I want to be here to greet them.
Lacey hurried down the stairs of the building, back to her house and the porch with its pots of colorful tropical flowers. The sun burned bright overhead in the brilliant blue sky. Even though it was February, it was warm.
She only hoped the heat would remain with the weather, and not with the people growing tired of a president who ignored their plight.
Jarrett followed her and stood on the porch. You always greet the children when they come home?
Her chest tightened with emotion. I try to, if Im not working.
A door beside the compound gate opened, admitting three little girls, all dressed in red-checked uniforms and carrying backpacks. Two waved at Lacey and called greetings, skipping past them to the mango processing building. But the third child headed for them.
She was tiny, her skin the color of coffee with cream poured into it. Lemon-yellow ribbons were tied into her braided hair. Her bright yellow jumper and white short-sleeved shirt with its Peter Pan collar seemed almost too big on her small frame. The pink backpack she carried was nearly as big as her body. Her black shoes were patent leather and her white socks were cuffed.
She was so tiny and sweet, with a heart-shaped face. But she did not smile.
Lacey put a hand on the girls thin shoulders. This is Fleur.
Jarrett squatted down and smiled. Hello, Fleur, he said in French.
The childs large, dark eyes regarded him. She said nothing. Jarrett glanced up.
One of your charges here on the compound?
Her insides squeezed tight at his words. Fleur isnt one of my charges. Shes the reason I cant leave St. Marc. Shes my daughter.
Chapter 4
If his ex-wife had punched him in the stomach, Jarrett knew he couldnt have felt more shocked. He stared at the little girl, her solemn dark eyes too big for her face. His throat tightened and his chest hurt.
Hed always wanted a little girl. A daughter in pigtails, with a cheeky smile whod giggle when he tickled her stomach or swung her around. A little girl who looked like Lace. When Lacey lost the baby, part of him died, as well. But he had learned to hide his emotions.
Get a grip, he told himself. Jarrett forced a smile, sensing the childs unease. It is very nice to meet you, he said in French.
She said nothing, only kept staring at him. Lacey wrapped her arms around the child, holding her tight. Jarrett straightened, anger surfacing at his ex. Had to control it, didnt want to frighten the child. There was a story here in the little girls dark eyes and solemn expression.
Hed seen the same ancient weariness in the eyes of children hed met overseas. Adults with a kids skin, a kids body and the experiences no human being should ever endure...
Lacey hugged the child. Fleur, this is Mr. Jarrett Adler. Hes an American. I used to be married to him.
Her expression wary, the little girl looked up at Lacey. Lacey smiled and spoke in French. Its okay. Hes a good guy.
Jarrett felt his throat tighten more. At least the child had a safe place to live, and he could tell from the way Lacey hugged her that Fleur meant everything to Lace.
Thats a pretty name. Fleur. It means flower, he said in French.
Still, the child said nothing.
Fleur, go into the house and change into your play clothing. You can play for an hour before starting on your homework, she said in French.
The little girl nodded, took another look at Jarret and ran inside as if the hounds of hell pursued her. Lacey sighed. I think shes afraid of you. Youre a big guy, like the man we suspect killed her mother. It may take a little while for her to get used to you.
Okay, more surprises. He was used to surprises; hell, it was his job to be prepared and adapt on the turn of a dime, but from his ex-wife?
He could easily handle an enemy tossing unexpected small arms fire, but a bombshell like this? His temper rose.
Why the hell didnt you tell me about Fleur? he snapped.
Lace didnt even blink. Youve been out of my life for a long time now, Jarrett. You dont know anything about me. And I certainly wasnt expecting you to drop by for afternoon coffee.
Dragging in a deep breath, he struggled to leash his temper. Your daughter. Youre adopting her.
If were going to talk, lets work. I have to get these crates ready for shipping the marmalade.
Lacey went over to a stack of crates and began packing them. He picked up a hammer and helped. Bang, bang. Felt good to slam the hammer down against the nail, get his emotions under control.
After a few minutes he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Talk to me.
Lacey stopped stacking large empty sacks near the crates. Fleur is five years old. Shes lived with me for the past year. I already adopted her in this country. What happened to Fleurs mother is one reason Marlees Mangoes is important to me. I met Jacqueline about a year ago. She was a single mother, only nineteen, trying to sell Fleur to me because I was a wealthy American.
Jarretts jaw clenched. Ive heard of that happening.
Her mother had kicked her out of the house because Jackie had an illegitimate child. Jackie was staying at a friends guesthouse, but it was only temporary. She begged me to take her daughter because Fleurs father refused to give Jacqueline child support. He was a wealthy man and they had a brief affair.
I gave her a job. I tried to find out who the father was, so I could pressure him, but Jackie refused to tell me. One day she showed up with terrible bruises on her face. She told me Fleurs father had shown up the previous night, drunk, and then beat her because she refused to have sex with him.
The hammer trembled in her hands as she picked it up and turned it over. I was renovating my guesthouse and promised to give her a safe place to live, but I didnt act soon enough. When Jacqueline didnt arrive for work the following morning, I had this terrible feeling. I went to her home. Fleur was sitting on the floor by her mothers body. Fleurs bastard father had beaten Jackie to death...and Fleur saw everything.
Jarretts stomach pitched and roiled as he imagined the horror witnessed by the little girl. What about the cops?
Lacey shook her head. No one knew the name of the father, because Jackie kept the affair secret. All we know is he was a very big man and Jackie called him Chou Chou. Fleur was too traumatized to say anything other than she saw Chou Chou kill her mother.
French for my favorite. Not much to go on.
I wanted to take Fleur home with me, but she got embroiled in a mass of red tape. The police took her to an orphanage. I spent two months trying to find her because the admission paperwork was misfiled. When I finally found her, she refused to speak. I legally adopted her here. I have her passport and Im just waiting on the damn visa to get her into the States.
She threw down the hammer. I want to go back home to my parents and give Fleur the opportunity to heal and receive a quality education. Get her far away from the memories that give her nightmares each night. Only in the States can I find her a psychologist who will help her recover.
And youre stuck here until the visa comes through.
This is why I cant leave with you, Jarrett. Cant leave and wont. I am not leaving my little girl behind.
Her lush lower lip wobbled a little. Ive already lost one child. Im not losing another.
Im sorry, Lace, he said gently. And he was sorry, for many things. He pushed aside the surging guilt. Now was not the time to examine how hed screwed up in their marriage.
He had run into unexpected trouble before, and gotten his team out of a royal goat fluster when theyd been pinned down by enemy fire. Nearly lost one of the guys, too. He could figure out a way around this.
Did State give you an ETA?
No. You know bureaucracy, and now with the unrest, its not looking great. Even my father cant pull that many strings. I have to wait until after elections.
Assess and then action. What else do you need to tell me, Lace? If there are any other surprises, I need to know. Now.
Disclosure would allow him to plan and strategize. And action was a hell of a lot better than the guilt squeezing his guts right now. Ive already lost one child.
The ghost words that werent uttered hovered in the air all the same. Lost one child and you ran off, away to some foreign country, leaving me to deal with the loss on my own.
He had a job to do. Jarrett kept telling himself that over and over, a soothing balm that assuaged his conscience. But this time, faced with his ex-wife and old hurts, the balm wasnt as effective. Deep inside, he found a tiny sign flashing over and over, taunting him:
All your fault she left you. All your fault. You failed.
He was not failing her this time. Not leaving her here with her little girl to face a country toppling around her like a house of cards and a terrorist who wanted access to her NGO.
And that dead chicken on the gate...
Why do you need to know about my life, Jarrett? Youre not part of it anymore. I can handle myself. Unless you have a way of pushing the adoption papers through faster.
I cant. But your father could.
She shook her head. Hes already tried. He wants me to come home as much as you do. Im here until the papers come through, Jarrett.
A breeze lifted stray locks that escaped her ponytail. Jarrett folded his arms across his chest and looked over the compound. It seemed peaceful, and the broken glass atop the tall wall would deter trespassers, the ordinary type. But hed witnessed what kind of damage a grenade lobbed at a wall could do, and worse, what a grenade thrown at a person could do to a human being.
Why was Augustin interested in her compound? He held up a finger. Give me a minute.
Jarrett walked away as she kept working on the crates. When Ace answered on the first ring, he lowered his voice. Ace man, got a problem. Im here at Laceys house. She has a daughter shes adopting and wants to bring to the States. But her visa is stalled.