down all his fours and stifling a yawn. âWhatâs with the canasta, Vinnie? And whereâs the brandy? Did a traveling missionary come through town cleaning things up or what?â
She didnât bother to look up from her cards. âIâve been reading Great-great-aunt Maybelleâs diaries, and apparently this was her favorite game. I thought Iâd better find out what the attraction was.â
Oh. That cleared things up. Lavinia was the family historian, and she took her research very seriously. She could tell you what the Forrest family had served President Zachary Taylor for dinner back in 1850. And she was likely to try out the recipe herself, just to see how it had tasted.
It made for some interesting dinners, especially since Lavinia was the worldâs most terrible cook.
âSo what is the attraction?â Jacksonâs gaze flicked toward the carriage house, but he forced it back to the cards. Which were the good threesâthe red or the black? God, he hated this game.
âDonât you try that sarcastic tone on me, youngman,â Lavinia said tartly. âAnd just because you havenât got the guts to climb those stairs and talk to her, donât take your frustration out on me, either.â
Jackson glared at his aunt over the pile of cards between them. âWhat baloney,â he said. âJust because Iâm bored stiff with this moronic gameââ
âItâs not just that,â she said, snapping her cards shut irritably. âItâs because for the past two hours youâve been twitching around this house like a fly in a glue pot. Itâs because you showered before dinner. And itâs because you canât keep your eyes off that window.â
Jackson drummed his fingers on the table. âI showered before dinner,â he said grimly, âbecause Iâd been moving your filthy boxes all afternoon andââ
âOh, stuff and nonsense,â Lavinia said with a hint of laughter buried beneath the peppery tone. She plopped her cards on the table and began to gather up the deck. âGet out of here, Jackson. If youâre not going to go up there, at least go somewhere. Youâre driving me crazy, and Iâve got some reading to do.â
He surrendered his cards with a chuckle. Lavinia had always been able to see through him. âActually,â he admitted, âI was thinking I might see if they needed something to eat. They canât have had time to stock the refrigerator yet.â
Lavinia huffed and continued stacking the cards in her mother-of-pearl lacquered box. âThey had the same dinner we had,â she said. âI sent food up on a tray hours ago.â
Jackson declined to comment. Somehow he couldnât see Laviniaâs culinary experiment du jour, spinach-and-chickpea casserole, appealing to a nine-year-old little girl. It had taken a good deal of character for this close to thirty-two-year-old man to swallow down his own portion.
âStill, maybe Iâd better check. See if they need anything at all.â
Lavinia smiled at him archly. âOf course. How thoughtful. Maybe youâd better do that, dear.â
Jackson kissed her cheek on the way out. âYou are an adorable old termagant, did you know that, Auntie?â
âThank you,â she said sweetly. âI do my best.â
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H ALF AN HOUR LATER , a large, warm, aromatic box of mushroom pizza balanced on his forearm, Jackson climbed the stairs to the carriage house. The night had turned cold and clear. Stars glinted against the black sky, as sharp as bits of broken glass.
He paused at the door, uncomfortably aware that he was rushing things. She was probably still unpackingâshe was undoubtedly tired. He should have given her time to settle in. He should have waited until tomorrow.
But how could he? He had waited so long already.
Still, he wished he could shake this ridiculous sense of guilt. Why
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