It beat eating takeout while reconciling her checkbook hands down.Īnd if she could wheedle a tour of the place, and nudge Pitte toward The Gallery as a vehicle to expand his art collection, she might just save her job. What else did she have to do, after all, besides sit in a fantastic house by a roaring fire and listen to a strange, handsome man weave a tale while she sipped champagne? The sort, Malory thought, designed for telling tales on stormy nights.īecause of it, she relaxed a little. Like Rowena's, his voice was musical and strong, faintly exotic. "It's my fondest hope that you'll find all the answers. An intelligent, straightforward woman who looks for answers." "You don't know us, though you seem to know a great deal more about us than we do about you." No one here wishes you anything but health, happiness, and success." And all its mysteries." His eyes gleamed over the rim of the glass. I haven't been given that gift." His hand brushed Rowena's as he spoke, then he lifted his glass. "Motherhood's a kind of art, don't you think, Miss McCourt? A work in progress of the most essential, most vital kind. She stiffened, and those tawny eyes went tiger-bright. "Please, sit." Pitte nudged her gently into a chair. "I think there's been a mistake." Zoe hung back, looking from face to face. "Books are the world." Curious, cautious, Dana sat. I hope you'll approve." She gestured absently at the servant who entered with a crystal champagne bucket. And Pitte, we must make certain Miss Steele sees the library before the evening's over. As you must, given your choice of profession." Pitte and I appreciate beauty, in all its forms. Rowena's laugh rippled like fog over water. "You must have spent considerable time on it." Eclectic." With a glance back at Dana, Malory let Rowena lead her toward a chair near the fire. Tell me, Miss Price, what do you think of what you've seen of our art collection?" There's nothing quite like good champagne, good fellowship, and a nice fire on a stormy night. "I think we'd be more comfortable if we understood what's going on." Dana planted her highheeled boots and stood her ground. "By the fire, I think," Rowena said, gesturing toward the fireplace. They fit, Malory decided, like two halves of a coin. You've met my companion." He took Rowena's arm when she came to his side.
And someone had to get everything back on an even keel. A boom of thunder had Malory jolting, and her hand groped for Zoe's again.
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