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answered my questions. I know all the vital stuff. What his name was, what he did for a living, who his family was. Things like that. I just don't know anything about him personally. You know, what kind of man he was. What his favorite color was. Did he like rock music or country."
Turning in her seat, Anne Marie leaned toward Morgan as far as the confinement of her seat belt would allow. "You were Amery's cousin. What do you remember about him?"
"Why do you call your father Amery?"
"I don't know. I guess because Mama never referred to him as my daddy, just as Amery. And so did Nana and Grandfather. I don't remember calling him Daddy."
"Well, your father and I were cousins, but we weren't friends." He could hardly tell this wide-eyed innocent that he had despised her father, that Amery Wyndham had been a cold, calculating, highly ambitious man who did anything to succeed. And that Amery had, from the time they'd been children, envied Morgan, had wanted whatever Morgan had. "Amery was a few years older than I, and where I was a hell-raiser and always in trouble, your father was more serious-minded. He always did what other people expected of him."
"Sounds like he was pretty dull." Anne Marie sighed loudly. "I can't imagine why Mama married him instead of you. If I'd been her, I would have—"
"What do you know about your mother and me?"
"What's there to know?" When Morgan glanced at her, she grinned broadly and winked at him. "Nana told me that you were Mama's boyfriend before Amery."
"Your Nana—"
"Hey, here we are," Anne Marie said. "Turn right. See where Mama's turning in?"
Bethanydrove into a circular drive in front of a neat beige Colonial saltbox with a brown roof. A breezeway connected the house to a two-car garage. When the garage doors opened,Bethanydrove inside and parked. Morgan eased his Ferrari in beside her Mercedes.
"Let me show Morgan up to his room. Please." Anne Marie grabbed Morgan's arm just as he lifted his Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
suitcase from the car. "You'll like our guest room," she told him. "It's right next to my room and straight across the hall from Mama's. It has two big windows, with plenty of sunshine and it has its own bath and—"
"Anne Marie! Enough. You're talking him to death,"Bethanyscolded teasingly. "Go ahead and show Morgan to the guest room, then leave him alone for a while so he can get settled in."
"Yeah. Okay. I guess you two have stuff you need to discuss, don't you?" Anne Marie frowned, then suddenly smiled again. "Hey, we could have dinner out by the pool, couldn't we, Mama? You'd like that, wouldn't you? It would make things seem more normal for all of us." She looked to her mother for approval.
"I think that's a marvelous idea,"Bethanysaid. "You're right, I'd like to make things as normal as possible for all of us."
Anne Marie walked beside Morgan. "We could grill steaks. Do you like grilled steaks? I like mine medium rare. How do you like yours?"
Glancing around her daughter,Bethanycaught Morgan's eye. She smiled, then shrugged, as if to say,
"What can I do with her? She never shuts up, especially when she's nervous. You understand, don't you?" When Morgan returned her smile, the bottom dropped out ofBethany's stomach. Dear God! How was she going to endure living in the same house with this man if every time he smiled at her, she went weak in the knees?
"We'll have dinner out by the pool,"Bethanysaid. "But first, show Morgan upstairs, while I take a bath and make a few phone calls. Find something to occupy yourself for a while, and then after Morgan and I finish with business, I'll turn him back over to you."
"That's a deal!"
Anne Marie led Morgan up the stairs and straight across the narrow hall. A black-and-white toile paper graced the walls of the guest room, and the design was repeated in the draperies. A dark oak cannonball poster bed, covered with a black-and-white checkered spread, dominated the
Turning in her seat, Anne Marie leaned toward Morgan as far as the confinement of her seat belt would allow. "You were Amery's cousin. What do you remember about him?"
"Why do you call your father Amery?"
"I don't know. I guess because Mama never referred to him as my daddy, just as Amery. And so did Nana and Grandfather. I don't remember calling him Daddy."
"Well, your father and I were cousins, but we weren't friends." He could hardly tell this wide-eyed innocent that he had despised her father, that Amery Wyndham had been a cold, calculating, highly ambitious man who did anything to succeed. And that Amery had, from the time they'd been children, envied Morgan, had wanted whatever Morgan had. "Amery was a few years older than I, and where I was a hell-raiser and always in trouble, your father was more serious-minded. He always did what other people expected of him."
"Sounds like he was pretty dull." Anne Marie sighed loudly. "I can't imagine why Mama married him instead of you. If I'd been her, I would have—"
"What do you know about your mother and me?"
"What's there to know?" When Morgan glanced at her, she grinned broadly and winked at him. "Nana told me that you were Mama's boyfriend before Amery."
"Your Nana—"
"Hey, here we are," Anne Marie said. "Turn right. See where Mama's turning in?"
Bethanydrove into a circular drive in front of a neat beige Colonial saltbox with a brown roof. A breezeway connected the house to a two-car garage. When the garage doors opened,Bethanydrove inside and parked. Morgan eased his Ferrari in beside her Mercedes.
"Let me show Morgan up to his room. Please." Anne Marie grabbed Morgan's arm just as he lifted his Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
suitcase from the car. "You'll like our guest room," she told him. "It's right next to my room and straight across the hall from Mama's. It has two big windows, with plenty of sunshine and it has its own bath and—"
"Anne Marie! Enough. You're talking him to death,"Bethanyscolded teasingly. "Go ahead and show Morgan to the guest room, then leave him alone for a while so he can get settled in."
"Yeah. Okay. I guess you two have stuff you need to discuss, don't you?" Anne Marie frowned, then suddenly smiled again. "Hey, we could have dinner out by the pool, couldn't we, Mama? You'd like that, wouldn't you? It would make things seem more normal for all of us." She looked to her mother for approval.
"I think that's a marvelous idea,"Bethanysaid. "You're right, I'd like to make things as normal as possible for all of us."
Anne Marie walked beside Morgan. "We could grill steaks. Do you like grilled steaks? I like mine medium rare. How do you like yours?"
Glancing around her daughter,Bethanycaught Morgan's eye. She smiled, then shrugged, as if to say,
"What can I do with her? She never shuts up, especially when she's nervous. You understand, don't you?" When Morgan returned her smile, the bottom dropped out ofBethany's stomach. Dear God! How was she going to endure living in the same house with this man if every time he smiled at her, she went weak in the knees?
"We'll have dinner out by the pool,"Bethanysaid. "But first, show Morgan upstairs, while I take a bath and make a few phone calls. Find something to occupy yourself for a while, and then after Morgan and I finish with business, I'll turn him back over to you."
"That's a deal!"
Anne Marie led Morgan up the stairs and straight across the narrow hall. A black-and-white toile paper graced the walls of the guest room, and the design was repeated in the draperies. A dark oak cannonball poster bed, covered with a black-and-white checkered spread, dominated the
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