could oblige. She struck a pose, head tilted, one hand on her hip. The clinging black silk molded itself to her body and stopped daringly short at the thighs. The low square neckline hinted at cleavage, while sheer sleeves journeyed from the curve of her shoulders to wrists where twin diamond bracelets winked. “A little something I picked up from a sassy new designer.”
“You’ll freeze before the night’s over,” Kate commented.
“Not when my heart’s so warm. Are we waiting for Peter?”
“No,” Laura decided on the spot, then buried her annoyance when she caught Ali’s worried look. “He was afraid his meetings might run over, so there’s no telling when he’ll get away. We’ll start dinner without him.” She took Kayla’s hand, then glanced over as Ann came to the doorway.
“I’m sorry, Miss Laura, there’s a phone call.”
“I’ll take it in the library, Annie. Have another glass of champagne,” she suggested as she started out. “I won’t be long.”
Margo and Kate exchanged a look, one that promised they would talk later. Deliberately cheerful, Margo topped off the glasses and launched into a story about gambling in Monte Carlo. When Laura came back, the children were wide-eyed and Kate was shaking her head.
“You’re certifiable, Margo. Betting twenty-five thousand on one spin of a little silver ball.”
“Hey, I won.” She sighed in memory. “That time.”
“Was it Daddy?” Ali wanted to know, hurrying over to tug on her mother’s hand. “Is he coming?”
“No.” Distracted, Laura brushed her fingers over Ali’s hair. “It wasn’t Daddy, honey.” She wasn’t so distracted she didn’t notice the way her daughter’s shoulders drooped. To soothe,she crouched down, smiling. “But it’s really good news. Something special.”
“What is it? Is it a party?”
“Better.” Laura kissed Ali’s cheek. “Uncle Josh is coming home.”
Margo dropped to the arm of the sofa and found she needed to gulp down the champagne. “Wonderful,” she muttered. “Just wonderful.”
Chapter Four
Joshua Conway Templeton was a man who did things in his own time, and in his own way. He was driving south from San Francisco because he’d decided not to fly to Monterey from London. He could have excused the detour by pretending that Templeton San Francisco needed a quick study. But his family’s landmark hotel ran like a well-wound clock.
The simple fact was that somewhere along the flight he’d decided to buy a car.
And a honey it was, too.
The little Jag roared down Highway 1 like an eager Thoroughbred at the starting gun. It took a wide, sweeping curve at seventy and made him grin.
This was home, this rugged, lonely coast. He had tooled along the spectacular Amalfi Drive in Italy, sped through thefjords of Norway, but not even their heart-stopping beauty could match the sheer drama of Big Sur.
It had more. The glinting beaches and gleaming coves. The cliffs that speared defiantly from savage sea to pristine sky. Brooding forests, the surprise of a stream that cascaded out of a canyon like liquid silver. Then there were miles of tranquillity, broken only by the din of seals, the cold fire of the surf.
Always, the glory of it grabbed at his throat. Wherever he had been, however long he had traveled away, this single spot on the globe pulled at him.
So he was coming home, in his own time and in his own way. Recklessly he tested the Jag on the wild, twisting curves that dropped off to jagged rocks and unforgiving sea. He punched the gas on the straightaway and laughed as the wind rushed over him.
It wasn’t hurry that pushed him, but the simple love of speed and chance. He had time, he mused. Plenty of it. And he was going to use it.
He was worried about Laura. There’d been something in his sister’s voice on the phone that alerted him. She’d said all the right things. But then, Laura always did. He would do a bit of probing there, he decided.
There was business to
“You’ll freeze before the night’s over,” Kate commented.
“Not when my heart’s so warm. Are we waiting for Peter?”
“No,” Laura decided on the spot, then buried her annoyance when she caught Ali’s worried look. “He was afraid his meetings might run over, so there’s no telling when he’ll get away. We’ll start dinner without him.” She took Kayla’s hand, then glanced over as Ann came to the doorway.
“I’m sorry, Miss Laura, there’s a phone call.”
“I’ll take it in the library, Annie. Have another glass of champagne,” she suggested as she started out. “I won’t be long.”
Margo and Kate exchanged a look, one that promised they would talk later. Deliberately cheerful, Margo topped off the glasses and launched into a story about gambling in Monte Carlo. When Laura came back, the children were wide-eyed and Kate was shaking her head.
“You’re certifiable, Margo. Betting twenty-five thousand on one spin of a little silver ball.”
“Hey, I won.” She sighed in memory. “That time.”
“Was it Daddy?” Ali wanted to know, hurrying over to tug on her mother’s hand. “Is he coming?”
“No.” Distracted, Laura brushed her fingers over Ali’s hair. “It wasn’t Daddy, honey.” She wasn’t so distracted she didn’t notice the way her daughter’s shoulders drooped. To soothe,she crouched down, smiling. “But it’s really good news. Something special.”
“What is it? Is it a party?”
“Better.” Laura kissed Ali’s cheek. “Uncle Josh is coming home.”
Margo dropped to the arm of the sofa and found she needed to gulp down the champagne. “Wonderful,” she muttered. “Just wonderful.”
Chapter Four
Joshua Conway Templeton was a man who did things in his own time, and in his own way. He was driving south from San Francisco because he’d decided not to fly to Monterey from London. He could have excused the detour by pretending that Templeton San Francisco needed a quick study. But his family’s landmark hotel ran like a well-wound clock.
The simple fact was that somewhere along the flight he’d decided to buy a car.
And a honey it was, too.
The little Jag roared down Highway 1 like an eager Thoroughbred at the starting gun. It took a wide, sweeping curve at seventy and made him grin.
This was home, this rugged, lonely coast. He had tooled along the spectacular Amalfi Drive in Italy, sped through thefjords of Norway, but not even their heart-stopping beauty could match the sheer drama of Big Sur.
It had more. The glinting beaches and gleaming coves. The cliffs that speared defiantly from savage sea to pristine sky. Brooding forests, the surprise of a stream that cascaded out of a canyon like liquid silver. Then there were miles of tranquillity, broken only by the din of seals, the cold fire of the surf.
Always, the glory of it grabbed at his throat. Wherever he had been, however long he had traveled away, this single spot on the globe pulled at him.
So he was coming home, in his own time and in his own way. Recklessly he tested the Jag on the wild, twisting curves that dropped off to jagged rocks and unforgiving sea. He punched the gas on the straightaway and laughed as the wind rushed over him.
It wasn’t hurry that pushed him, but the simple love of speed and chance. He had time, he mused. Plenty of it. And he was going to use it.
He was worried about Laura. There’d been something in his sister’s voice on the phone that alerted him. She’d said all the right things. But then, Laura always did. He would do a bit of probing there, he decided.
There was business to
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