Heather dreaded seeing Kyle Bennett again. Six years ago, her stupid, childish jealousy had driven him away from the only home he had ever known. But for her father's sake, now she must ask for his help. "What are you asking me for, Heather?" he demanded. ''You want money from me... a cash payment for the years you had to put up with me in your home?'' There seemed to be no way to convince Kyle that she regretted what she had done. No way to make him believe that money was not her only driving force.