so insensitive?â
âBe careful, Kasey,â he warned.
âIf you donât like being told youâre a fool, you shouldnât behave as one.â She was past caring how angry he became. Her own temperâher own sense of justiceâruled her words. âDo you think that being housed, fed and groomed are enough? Alisonâs not a pet, and even a pet merits affection. Sheâs starving right in front of your eyes. Now, if youâll excuse me, Iâd like to wash this mud off.â
Jordan took her arm before she could walk by him. Turning her around, he propelled her into a powder room down the hall. Without speaking, she turned on the water and began to scrub. Jordan said nothing as her words played back in his mind. In silence, Kasey cursed herself steadily.
She hadnât meant to lose her temper. Though she had planned to speak to him about Alison, she had intended to broach the subject diplomatically, calmly. The last thing she had wanted to do was pour out her thoughts in a torrent of abuse. It had always been her opinion that the more you shouted, the less you were heard. She continually told herselfnot to become emotional when dealing with Jordan Taylor. She continued to do so. Now she took the towel he held out to her and carefully dried her hands.
âJordan, I apologize.â
His eyes were steady. âFor what, precisely?â
âPrecisely, for shouting at you.â
He nodded slowly. âFor the delivery but not the content,â he commented, and Kasey sighed. He was not an easy man.
âExactly. I have a tendency to be tactless.â
He noted the way she was running the towel through her hands. She was ill at ease, he observed, but she wasnât going to back down. He felt a stir of reluctant admiration. âWhy donât you start again?â he suggested. âWithout the shouting.â
âAll right.â Kasey took a moment to organize her approach. âAlison came to introduce herself to me the night I arrived. I saw an impeccably groomed young girl with shiny hair and beautiful manners. And bored eyes.â Her sympathies were freshly aroused at the memory. âI canât accept boredom, Jordan, not in a child with her whole life ahead of her. It broke my heart.â
Passion was back in her voice, but it was passion of a different kind. It wasnât anger this time. She was pleading with him to see as she saw. Jordan doubted she was even aware of the intensity of her eyes. She was thinking of the child only. Her compassion moved him. It was one more surprise.
âGo on,â he told her when Kasey paused. âSay it all.â
âItâs none of my business.â Kasey pulled the towel through her hands again. âYouâre perfectly free to tell me so, but it wonât make any difference in how I feel. I know what itâs like to lose parentsâthe rejection, the terrible confusion. You need someone to help you make sense of it, to fill the holes you donât even understand. Thereâs nothing as devastating as the death of people you love and depend on.â She took a deep breath. She was telling him more than she had intended to but couldnât seem to stop. âIt isnât something you get over in a day or a week.â
âIâm aware of that, Kasey. He was my brother.â
Her eyes searched his and found something unexpected. He had loved deeply, too. All of her guards dropped away.She reached out to touch his hand. âShe needs you. Jordan, thereâs nothing like the love of a child. They donât put conditions on their emotions. They simply give. Thereâs a purity to it we lose when we grow up. Alisonâs waiting to love someone again.â
He looked down at the hand that lay on his. Thoughtfully, he turned it over and studied her palm. âDo you put conditions on your emotions?â
Kaseyâs gaze remained level. âOnce I give them,