been a fool. But he'd been an even bigger fool to trust sweet little Deborah, who professed to be his friend, who claimed she would love him until the day she died.
Crossing the railroad tracks, Ashe turned off Shop Pike and drove directly to Mama Mattie's neat frame house.
When he stepped out of the car, he saw her standing in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, her white hair permed into a halo of curls around her lean face.
He had sent her money over the years. Wrote her occasionally. Called her on her birthday and holidays. Picked up special gift for her from around the world. She had asked him to come home a few times during the first couple of years after he joined the army, but she'd finally quit asking.
She wrote him faithfully, once a month, always thanking him for his kindness, assuring him she and Annie Laurie were well. Sometimes she'd mention that Miss Carol had dropped by for a visit, and told him what a precious little boy Allen Vaughn was. But she never mentioned Deborah. It was as if she knew he couldn't bear for her name to be mentioned.
Mattie Trotter opened the storm door, walked out onto the front porch and held open her arms. Ashe's slow, easy gait picked up speed as he drew closer to his grandmother. Taking the steps two at a time, he threw his arms around Mama Mattie, lifting her off her feet.
'Put me down, you silly boy! You'll throw out your back picking me up.' All the while she scolded, she smiled, that warm, loving smile Ashe well remembered from his childhood.
Placing her on her feet, he slipped his arm around her waist, hugging her to his side. She lacked only a few inches being as tall as he was. 'It's so good to see you again, Mama Mattie.'
'Come on inside.' She opened the storm door. 'I've made those tea cakes you always loved, and only a few minutes ago, I put on a fresh pot of that expensive coffee you sent me from Atlanta.'
Ashe glanced around the living room. Small, not more than twelve by fourteen. A tan sofa, arms and cushions well-worn, sat against the picture window, a matching chair to the left. The new plaid recliner Ashe had sent her for Christmas held a fat, gray cat, who stared up at Ashe with complete disinterest.
'That's Annie Laurie's Mr. Higgins. She's spoiled him rotten,' Mattie said. 'But to be honest, I'm pretty fond of him myself. Sit down, Ashe, sit down.'
He sat beside her on the sofa She clasped his hands. 'There were times when I wondered if I'd ever see you again. I'm an old woman and only God knows how much longer I'm going to be in this world.'
'Don't talk like that. You'll live to be a hundred.'
Releasing his hands, she looked directly into his eyes. 'Have you seen Deborah?'
'Yeah, Mama Mattie, I've seen Deborah Vaughn.'
'She turned out to be a beautiful woman, didn't she?'
'She was always beautiful, just not … not finished.'
'Miss Carol looks bad, doesn't she?' Mattie shook her head sadly. 'That bout she had with cancer a while back took its toll on her. She's in remission now, but we all live in fear she'll have a relapse.'
'She aged more than I'd expected,' Ashe said, recalling how incredibly lovely Carol Vaughn had once been. 'But nothing else has changed about her. She's still a very kind lady.'
'So is Deborah.'
'Don't!' Ashe stood abruptly, turning his back on his grandmother, not wanting to hear her defend the woman who had been responsible for having him run out of town eleven years ago.
Mattie sighed. 'I still say you judged her wrong. She was just a child. Seventeen. You rejected all that sweet, young love she felt for you. If she went to her daddy the way you think she did, then you shouldn't hold it against her. My God, boy, you took her innocence and then told her you didn't want her.'
'It wasn't like that and you damn well know it.' Ashe needed to hit something, smash anything into a zillion pieces. He hated remembering what he'd done and what his stupidity had cost him.
'Don't you swear at me, boy.' Mattie narrowed her eyes, giving her grandson a killing look.
'I'm sorry, Mama Mattie, but I didn't come by to see you so we could have that old argument about Deborah Vaughn.' Ashe headed toward the kitchen. 'Where are those tea cakes?'
Mattie followed him, busying herself with pouring coffee into brown ceramic mugs while Ashe devoured three tea cakes in quick succession. He pulled out a metal and vinyl chair and sat down at the table.
'They taste just the same. As good as I remember.'
He would never forget walking into the Vaughns' kitchen after school every day, laying his books on the table and raiding Mama Mattie's tea cake tray. More often than not, he and Annie Laurie rode home with Miss Carol when she picked up Deborah and Whitney from school.
Whitney had ignored him as much as possible, often complaining to her aunt that she thought it disgraceful they had to be seen with
All the while he'd been drooling over Whitney, he hadn't missed the way Deborah stared at him, those big blue eyes of hers filled with undisguised adoration.
'Thinking about those afternoons in the Vaughn kitchen?' Mattie asked.
'What is it with you and Miss Carol? Both of you seem determined to resurrect some sort of romance between Deborah and me.' Ashe lifted the coffee mug to his lips, sipped the delicious brew and held his mug in his hand. 'Deborah and I were never sweethearts. We weren't in love. I liked her and she had a big teenage crush on me. That's all there ever was to it. So tell me what's going on?'
'Neither one of you has ever gotten married.'
'Are you saying you'd like to see me married to Deborah?' Ashe's laughter combined a snicker, a chuckle and a groan. 'It's never going to happen. Not in a million years. Wherever did you get such a crazy idea?'
'You came back home when Miss Carol called and told you that Deborah was in trouble, that her life was in danger,' Mattie said. 'In eleven years nothing I've said or done could persuade you to return. And don't try to tell me that you came back because of Miss Carol. You could have sent another man from that private security place where you work. You didn't have to come yourself and we both know it.'
'Miss Carol asked for me, personally. I knew how sick she'd been. You've told me again and again that you were afraid she might die.'
'So knowing Buck Stansell is probably out to stop Deborah from testifying didn't have anything to do with your coming home? You don't care what happens to her?'
'I didn't say I don't care. I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.' When Miss Carol had first telephoned him and explained the situation, his blood had run cold at the thought of anyone harming Deborah. Despite what she'd done to him, he couldn't help remembering the sweet, generous, loving girl he'd known since she was a small child. He had thought she didn't matter to him, that he didn't even hate her anymore. But he'd been wrong. He cared. He cared too damned much. Now that he'd seen Deborah again, he was worried that he couldn't act as her bodyguard and keep their relationship on a purely business level. And that could be dangerous for both of them. If he was smart, he'd call Sam Dundee and tell him to put another agent on the first available flight out of Atlanta.
But where Deborah Vaughn was concerned, he'd never been smart. Not when he had ignored her to pay court to her older cousin. Not when he'd accepted her comfort and love when Whitney had rejected him. And not when he'd been certain she would never betray him to anyone, least of all her father.
Mattie poured herself a second cup of coffee, broke a tea cake in two and popped half into her mouth. Chewing slowly, she watched Ashe. When he turned around and caught her staring at him, he smiled.
'All right. I admit it. Part of the reason I agreed to Miss Carol's request was because I don't want to see anything happen to Deborah. There. I said it. Are you satisfied?'
Mattie grinned, showing her perfect, white dentures. 'You ought to go have a talk with Lee Roy and Johnny Joe. They're working for Buck Stansell, you know.'
'Yeah, I figured as much, since their daddy and mine were both part of that gang years ago, along with Buck's daddy.'
'Well, I don't trust Johnny Joe, but I always saw something in Lee Roy that made me think he was a mite better than that bunch of trash he came from.'
'Hey, watch what you're saying, Mama Mattie. You're talking about my family.' Ashe grinned.
