Change of Heart (Edilean 9)

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it. When my biological father died, his will said he wanted to be buried near his father’s family in Edilean, Virginia. When I went to the funeral, I saw that it’s a pretty little town, and it’s just outside Williamsburg. I think I’ll go there.”

“Ah. Right,” Jeff said. “It’s near Langley.” He went back to eating. Eli might be planning to do the unthinkable of taking time off, but he wouldn’t be far away from government offices if he was needed. If the president called him—which had happened several times—and asked him to, you know, save the world—something else that Eli had done a few times—he’d be nearby.

“Then what?” Jeff asked.

“I’m going to get a house there and invite Chelsea to visit.”

“The excitement is making my heart flutter.” He couldn’t remember which one was Chelsea.

But it turned out that she wasn’t someone Jeff had met, and as the weeks passed, he decided to discover who she was. It took a lot of beers before Eli told him, but when he started talking, he wouldn’t stop.

According to Eli, Chelsea was smart, clever, a daredevil, afraid of nothing, the best companion a person could have, etc. It took Jeff a while to realize that Eli hadn’t seen her since they were sixteen years old. He told Jeff how even though his mother had married a fabulously wealthy man, they’d stayed in the same neighborhood so Eli could still go to school with his beloved friend, Chelsea. He postponed college, but he didn’t mind. He said it was part of the “Great Compromise” his parents had settled on before they got married.

Eli said it had been traumatic for both kids when, a few years later, her father said they were moving. The kids had promised to write each other every day.

Eli told Jeff that that’s what he’d done, but a year later, his letters were returned with no forwarding address stamped on them. After that, he and Chelsea lost contact.

By that time Eli was going to college and turning the computer world on its ear. Many companies had approached him about a job and had offered him money and luxuries. But then somebody from the US government showed up and said, “Would you like to work for us? We’ll pay you practically nothing and keep you so busy you won’t have time for a life. But then most of what you’ll be doing is Top Secret so you can’t share with anyone and that’s hard on every relationship. So how about it?”

Jeff still couldn’t understand why Eli had said, “Yes! Love to do it. Where do I sign?”

After the first five years of working for the government, Eli wrote a few software programs and some games for the real world—and that’s when he’d hired Jeff to help with everything outside of work and programming. Not that Jeff wasn’t handy with writing code himself, but he couldn’t compete with Eli. But then, when it came to brains, nobody could. However, even though the programs were 90 percent Eli, he still cut his assistant in for a share of what came to be huge profits.

One time Jeff asked Eli why he’d hired him over the many other applicants. Jeff had hoped to hear that it was his magnetic personality or his speed on a database. But no. Eli said, “Because you look like me. Makes me feel comfortable.”

That statement made Jeff laugh, for Eli was one good-looking man. Six feet two, dark hair, a body the Navy SEALs would envy, and rich. He was the whole package.

Smiling, Eli had pulled a photo album from a bookcase and showed a picture of himself at fourteen. Yes, Eli had once been as thin as Jeff. But after years with the family his mother had married into, he had physically changed.

Maybe it was because of a past physical resemblance, but they became friends as well as coworkers, and it was a shock to Jeff to hear about a girl who was so important to Eli. Maybe she was why Eli wasn’t interested in the beautiful girls who leaned over him and slipped their phone numbers into his pocket.

The day after hearing Eli’s story, Jeff went online and found photos of Miss Chelsea Hamilton and was stunned. She was beautiful. Like have-a-fantasy beautiful. “Is this her? She’s a stunner.”

“Yeah,” Eli said. “She’s always been pretty.”

Jeff laughed at the understatement. A few days later, he began to search for houses for sale in Edilean, Virginia. By the time spring began to arrive, Eli owned a modest house on the outskirts of the little town, and they’d contacted Chelsea. She’d replied, saying she accepted.

On the drive from the Edilean gym, Jeff kept glancing at Eli. He’d never seen him like this: nervous, excited, unable to concentrate on his work. Several times in the week they’d been here, Jeff had looked at the phone ID and said the caller was “General Weber” or “Agent Blackburn.” Or it was Eli’s secretary: “Pilar says it’s urgent.” Each time, Eli had waved his hand. “I’m busy. Call them and see what they want.”

What they wanted was for Eli to return and do the work of five people—like he usually did. But all he seemed able to think about was the coming visit.

“Did you get—” Eli asked.

“Yes!” Jeff said before he could finish. “Whatever a person can eat or drink I’ve put it in the house.” But with another glance at his boss, pity took over. “Why don’t we stop at the grocery and have lunch? I’ll order while you sit and work on”—he glanced at Eli’s ever-present notebook—“whatever.” And after lunch, Jeff thought, he was going to leave his nervous boss at home and go into town to look around. He needed some time away from Eli’s skittishness. I hope she’s worth it! Jeff thought as he pulled into the parking lot.

Chelsea stopped at the big grocery store just outside Edilean to get lunch—and to think. What she wanted to figure out was how to get out of seeing Eli.

That she’d even accepted his invitation was all her mother’s fault. When it arrived, Chelsea had been at her parents’ home and using her mother’s big desk computer to check her email. If she’d just used her phone like normal, she wouldn’t have been caught.

“You got an email from Eli?” her mother said as she looked over Chelsea’s shoulder. Her voice was nearly breathless with excitement. “Have you two been corresponding long? Have you seen him? Are you two dating? Is it serious?”

Chelsea was sure her mother asked more questions but she didn’t listen. All she could think was, So now you find me? All these years of being apart and at last you find me? What happened to make you seek me out now? Some girl drop you? Or did the world run out of secrets for you to untangle?

“Yeah, it’s him,” Chelsea said as she got up from the desk. “I guess. Who knows?”

“May I?” her mother asked, but she was already in the chair and reading. “He has a home in Edilean, Virginia, and he’d like for you to visit him. How

delightful!”