The Daughter. BEVERLY BARTON

bed. ‘Have you had a good day?’

      ‘As good as most. What about you? Did you enjoy your lunch with Ella?’

      How could he answer that question honestly without divulging the truth about the harassing letters Ella had received? Telling Carolyn would only upset her. ‘I always enjoy time with our daughter.’

      ‘We have every reason to be proud of her, don’t we?’

      ‘Yes, we do. We’ve done a fine job with her. You’ve been a good mother.’

      ‘Thank you, Webb. It’s nice to know that I’m not a failure at everything.’

      ‘Carolyn, please …’

      ‘Yes, of course, no need to ruin a perfectly pleasant visit with an unpleasant subject.’

      ‘Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?’ Webb asked.

      ‘Yes, certainly … if you’re going to be home. You haven’t made other plans, have you?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Webb?’

      ‘Hmm?’

      ‘What were you and Judy talking about?’

      Webb noted the hint of jealousy in Carolyn’s voice. She had been insanely jealous when they’d first married – a trait that had driven him crazy. Back then, she’d had no reason to be jealous. He’d been a faithful husband. She was still a jealous wife, but she controlled the emotion and hid her feelings quite well. He knew she suspected him of infidelity, but it was a taboo subject between them.

      ‘I asked her about Reed,’ Webb said.

      ‘Ah, yes, of course. What else would the two of you have to discuss except her son? I assume he still hates you as much as he did when he first went to prison.’

      ‘Yes, I assume he does.’

      ‘Let’s hope he doesn’t make good on the threats he made back then.’ Carolyn reached for Webb’s hand. Reluctantly, he accepted her gentle touch. ‘I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. Or to Ella. You and our daughter are my life. You do know that, don’t you?’

      ‘Yes, Carolyn, I know.’ He leaned over and kissed her soft cheek. ‘You mustn’t worry, dear. I’ll make sure that Reed Conway isn’t a threat to me or to Ella.’

      ‘What will you do if he …?’

      Webb laid his index finger over her parted lips. ‘Hush now. Don’t fret. Just know that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Reed from disrupting our lives.’