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said. “The only woman west of the Pecos who isn’t terrified of those kids.”
“She had to have some minor surgery, but she’ll be back tomorrow. Come on, son,” Tansy coaxed. “You could use a day off. Besides, it’s too late to go home and try to get anything done.”
He didn’t want to admit how much he wanted to stay. The way he felt about Kit was changing by the minute. He didn’t want to leave her.
“You stay, too, Kit,” Tansy commanded. “It’s too late for you to go now, anyway.” “But I have my ticket…”
“You can use it tomorrow,” Emmett coaxed, smiling at her. “I’ll take you to a concert. Our local symphony has several this time of year. How do you fancy Aaron Copland?”
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”Fanfare for the Common Man!” Kit said enthusiastically. “Oh, I’d love to go and hear some of his music!”
Logan was mildly surprised. The topic of music in any personal way hadn’t come up since Kit had started working for him three years ago. He had no idea she liked Copland. So did he.
“How about Stravinsky?” he asked. “His work is largely of an experimental nature. A lot of people don’t care for it.” “I like it,” Kit said.
“So do I,” Emmett seconded. “I think The Firebird is a tribute to his ability as a composer.” He hesitated. “Let me make a couple of telephone calls. There’s a special charity concert being given by a visiting orchestra, and I think they might include Stravinsky in their program. Let me find out.”
He came back shaking his head. “Wrong night, I’m afraid,” he said ruefully. “But there’s a Mexican folk group in the city. Want to go see a Mexican ballet?” “What about the children?” Kit asked.
“They like concerts and music of any sort,” Emmett said. “They’ll sit like mice. You wouldn’t recognize them properly dressed and behaved.” “I certainly wouldn’t.” Tansy sniffed.
“That’s because they used my flexible ropes to tie her to the bed the first night she got here,” Emmett explained. “She taught them some new adjectives.”
“You, too,” Tansy chuckled. Her eyes twinkled. “It’s so alive here, Kit. You really ought to marry Emmett. You’d never be bored.”
“Not until the kids got grown, at least,” he added. “Be a sport. Two little words-I do.”
“I’m not that much of a sport, thanks just the same.” She laughed. “I don’t want to get married for years yet.”
“It’s a shame to wait for something that may never happen,” Tansy said gently.
Kit’s eyes were eloquent as she begged Tansy not to give away to Logan how she felt. “All right,” the elderly woman said, laughing softly. “I’ll quit
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playing matchmaker. I would like to point out, though, that I have a perfectly marriageable son who thinks you’re wonderful…”
“I have never said…!” Logan began fiercely, color burning along his high cheekbones.
“Chris, my dear, Chris, not you,” Tansy scoffed. “You’ve already announced to all and sundry that you can’t wait to talk the beauteous Betsy into letting you support her for life in the manner to which she’d like to become accustomed.” “Betsy has money of her own,” Logan said shortly. “Indeed she does,” Kit said, burning inside at the injustice of it.
“If you have something to say, Morris, spit it out,” Logan chal-lenged.
“Very well, I will.” She threw down her napkin and got to her feet. “Your beautiful blond spider caused my nice old neighbor to kill himself over a stupid lottery ticket. He killed himself because she played him for a fool and got him to sign over every penny he had to her! That’s why she’s got money, Mr. Deverell. That’s how she’ll get yours, too,” she added huskily. “She’ll wind you around her little finger and promise you that lovely body. But you won’t get it until she’s got your name on a legal document of some sort. And then you still
“She had to have some minor surgery, but she’ll be back tomorrow. Come on, son,” Tansy coaxed. “You could use a day off. Besides, it’s too late to go home and try to get anything done.”
He didn’t want to admit how much he wanted to stay. The way he felt about Kit was changing by the minute. He didn’t want to leave her.
“You stay, too, Kit,” Tansy commanded. “It’s too late for you to go now, anyway.” “But I have my ticket…”
“You can use it tomorrow,” Emmett coaxed, smiling at her. “I’ll take you to a concert. Our local symphony has several this time of year. How do you fancy Aaron Copland?”
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”Fanfare for the Common Man!” Kit said enthusiastically. “Oh, I’d love to go and hear some of his music!”
Logan was mildly surprised. The topic of music in any personal way hadn’t come up since Kit had started working for him three years ago. He had no idea she liked Copland. So did he.
“How about Stravinsky?” he asked. “His work is largely of an experimental nature. A lot of people don’t care for it.” “I like it,” Kit said.
“So do I,” Emmett seconded. “I think The Firebird is a tribute to his ability as a composer.” He hesitated. “Let me make a couple of telephone calls. There’s a special charity concert being given by a visiting orchestra, and I think they might include Stravinsky in their program. Let me find out.”
He came back shaking his head. “Wrong night, I’m afraid,” he said ruefully. “But there’s a Mexican folk group in the city. Want to go see a Mexican ballet?” “What about the children?” Kit asked.
“They like concerts and music of any sort,” Emmett said. “They’ll sit like mice. You wouldn’t recognize them properly dressed and behaved.” “I certainly wouldn’t.” Tansy sniffed.
“That’s because they used my flexible ropes to tie her to the bed the first night she got here,” Emmett explained. “She taught them some new adjectives.”
“You, too,” Tansy chuckled. Her eyes twinkled. “It’s so alive here, Kit. You really ought to marry Emmett. You’d never be bored.”
“Not until the kids got grown, at least,” he added. “Be a sport. Two little words-I do.”
“I’m not that much of a sport, thanks just the same.” She laughed. “I don’t want to get married for years yet.”
“It’s a shame to wait for something that may never happen,” Tansy said gently.
Kit’s eyes were eloquent as she begged Tansy not to give away to Logan how she felt. “All right,” the elderly woman said, laughing softly. “I’ll quit
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playing matchmaker. I would like to point out, though, that I have a perfectly marriageable son who thinks you’re wonderful…”
“I have never said…!” Logan began fiercely, color burning along his high cheekbones.
“Chris, my dear, Chris, not you,” Tansy scoffed. “You’ve already announced to all and sundry that you can’t wait to talk the beauteous Betsy into letting you support her for life in the manner to which she’d like to become accustomed.” “Betsy has money of her own,” Logan said shortly. “Indeed she does,” Kit said, burning inside at the injustice of it.
“If you have something to say, Morris, spit it out,” Logan chal-lenged.
“Very well, I will.” She threw down her napkin and got to her feet. “Your beautiful blond spider caused my nice old neighbor to kill himself over a stupid lottery ticket. He killed himself because she played him for a fool and got him to sign over every penny he had to her! That’s why she’s got money, Mr. Deverell. That’s how she’ll get yours, too,” she added huskily. “She’ll wind you around her little finger and promise you that lovely body. But you won’t get it until she’s got your name on a legal document of some sort. And then you still
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