Seductive Secrets (Sweet Tea And Scandal 4)

“Lia?” Hearing that woman’s name was like touching a live wire. The jolt made his heart stop. “I don’t understand.” Paul believed in cold hard facts not instinct, but at the moment his gut was telling him something bad was happening. “How is she responsible for Grady’s improved health?”

“I can’t believe you’d have to ask,” Paul’s mother said. “Ethan told me you found her.”

“He did?” Paul responded cautiously. Obviously, his brother had neglected to mention Paul’s suspicions about the woman. “Has she been visiting Grady?”

Constance laughed. “She’s been by his side constantly for days. Having her there has made his recovery nothing short of miraculous. All the hospital staff are talking about it.”

“Grady’s getting better?” The volume of Paul’s relief almost drowned out the other tidbit his mother had dropped. Lia was visiting Grady despite being told to stay away.

Obviously Paul had underestimated just how intent she was on interfering with his family. Well, he’d send her packing as soon as he returned home.

“...Ava’s daughter back in the fold.”

Who was back? His mother had continued to prattle on while Paul had been preoccupied. He shook his head to reorient his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Mother, it’s really loud where I am. Can you repeat what you said?”

“I said, Grady is thrilled that you found Ava’s daughter,” Constance said.

“I found...” Now Paul understood why Ethan had been working so hard to get in touch.

“When are you coming home? Grady’s been asking to see you.”

For the first time in his adult life, Paul Watts had no words. While his mother waited for his reply, Paul’s brain worked feverishly to unravel what could possibly be going on back in Charleston. What sort of crazy stunt was his brother trying to pull? And why? Lia had no more Watts blood than Eth...

Paul shut down the rest of that thought. He and Ethan might not share a biological bond, but they were brothers and Ethan was just as much a Watts as any of them. The same could not be said for a drifter like Lia Marsh.

He hadn’t been idle over the last few days of the conference. He’d taken the time to dig into her background and what he’d come up with only reinforced his suspicion that she was some sort of con artist.

“Mother, I need to go.” Paul hated to be rude, but he needed to talk to his brother immediately. “Can I call you later?”

“Of course. When are you coming home?”

He was scheduled to return home in three days’ time. “I’m going to cut my trip short and catch a flight today.”

“That’s wonderful.”

Paul hung up with his mother and immediately called Ethan. He wasn’t surprised when it rolled over to voice mail. Snarling, Paul disconnected without delivering the scathing smackdown his brother so richly deserved. He sent his personal assistant a text about his change of plans so she could organize a flight for him, and then he headed to his suite to pack.

An hour later he was on his way to the airport. A second call to Ethan went unanswered, but this time Paul left an icy message, demanding to know what was going on. The hours between liftoff and touchdown gave Paul plenty of time to check in with the rest of his family and get a feel for what had been going on in his absence.

The situation had progressed further than he’d anticipated. What really burned him was how happy and unquestioning everyone was with the arrival of a stranger claiming to be Ava’s daughter. Lia had charmed his parents, aunt and uncle as well as his three Shaw cousins. Nor would any of them listen when he pointed out that they didn’t know anything about this woman who’d abruptly appeared in their midst. All they cared about was that Ava’s daughter had come home and Grady had magically become healthy.

Eager to get the whole messy situation sorted out, once he arrived in Charleston Paul headed straight from the airport to Grady’s estate. He parked on the wide driveway at the back of the property, noting that Ethan’s car was absent. The heated lecture Paul wanted to deliver would have to wait.

Paul’s breath came in agitated bursts as he wound his way along the garden path and approached the back of the house where a set of double stairs ascended to a broad terrace. Taking the steps two at a time, Paul crossed the terrace to the glass door that led into the kitchen. The room had been remodeled a few years ago to include a massive granite island, abundant cabinets, professional appliances and an updated surround for the fireplace. Two doorways offered access to the interior of the home. Paul chose the one that led into the broad entry hall. Immediately to his left, a set of stairs led upward. Paul’s tension rose as he ascended.

The home had been designed with spacious rooms off a wide main hallway. Upstairs, the broad space between the bedrooms was utilized as a cozy lounge area for watching television from the comfortable couch or reading in one of the armchairs that overlooked the rear of the property—as his grandfather’s nurse Rosie was doing at the moment. Although Paul recognized that his grandfather didn’t require her hovering over him at all hours of the day and night, seeing her whiling her time away over a cup of tea and a novel disturbed him.

“How’s he doing?”

Rosie looked up from her book and shot him a wry grin. “Go see for yourself.”

Paul approached his grandfather’s bedroom, bracing himself for the same dimly lit, hushed space it had become since Grady’s stroke. But the scene he stepped into was the utter opposite. Stuttering to a halt just inside the door, Paul gaped in confusion and alarm. What the hell was going on here?

Someone had pulled the curtains back from the windows allowing light to fill the large space. Elvis Presley’s “All Shook Up” poured from a speaker on the nightstand, almost drowning out the soothing trickle of water from a small fountain situated on the dresser. The scent of rosemary and lavender drifted toward Paul. As the aroma hit his senses, he noticed a slight boost to his energy and felt a whole lot calmer than he’d been in months. He shook off the sensations and scowled at the source of all his internal commotion.

Paul realized it was Lia who’d transformed Grady’s master suite from dark and bleak to bright and festive. And it did seem to be having a magical effect. For the first time since his stroke, Paul’s grandfather was sitting upright in bed, propped against an abundance of pillows, his bright gaze fixed on the woman standing beside him. Lia was chattering away while her hands stroked up and down Grady’s arm, working the muscles.