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candidate as a wife for her one and only son. Margaret tended to agree with her.
“Do sit down, Margaret,” Bev said, reaching for the pitcher of iced tea and pouring her guest a glass. “You must be exhausted from your trip. Your father and I just finished a swim. After you’ve said hello you must goand put on your suit. I’m sure a dip in the pool will feel good.” She turned her welcoming smile on her son as Rafe came through the glass doors and followed Margaret to the shaded loungers. “Oh, there you are, Rafe. Iced tea?”
“Thanks.”
He held out his hand for the glass as he sat down beside Margaret on one of the loungers. His powerfully muscled thigh brushed her leg and Margaret promptly shifted to put a few more inches between them. He ignored the small retreat.
Margaret took a long, fortifying sip of iced tea and studied the three people who surrounded her. Her father and Bev appeared to be waiting for her to make the next move. Rafe didn’t look particularly concerned one way or the other. To look at him one would have thought this was a perfectly normal family gathering. Margaret frowned over her glass.
“Why don’t we all stop playing games,” she suggested in a voice that she hoped hid her own inner tension. “We all know this isn’t a happy little poolside party.”
“Speak for yourself,” Connor suggested easily. “I’m happy.” He reached across the table and caught Bev’s hand, smiling at the older woman. “And I think Bev is, too. Did Rafe tell you the good news?”
“That you and Bev are involved? Yes, he did.”
Connor scowled slightly. “I don’t know about
involved
. I’m not up on all the new terminology. Is that what they call plannin’ to get married nowadays?”
Margaret swallowed. Rafe had been right. This was serious. “You’re planning marriage?”
“Yes, we are.” Bev looked at Margaret with a faint air of challenge. “I hope you approve.”
“I wish you both the best,” Margaret made herself say politely. “You’ll understand that the news has come as something of a shock. I had no idea you two had even met until Rafe mentioned it.”
“Take it easy, Maggie, girl,” Connor said gently. “There were reasons I didn’t want to talk about it until now.”
“Reasons?” She pinned him with her gaze.
“Now, Maggie, lass, you know what I’m talkin’ about. The situation ’tween you and Rafe here has been a mite tense for some time.”
Margaret arched her brows and slid a long, assessing glance at Rafe. “Tense? I wouldn’t say that. I wasn’t particularly tense at all during the past year. Were you tense, Rafe?”
“I had my moments,” he muttered.
She nodded. “Well, I did try to warn you about stress, didn’t I? As I recall, I gave you several pithy little lectures about your long hours, nonexistent vacations and general tendency to put your work first.”
“I believe you did mention the subject. Several times, in fact.”
Margaret smiled coldly. “Come now, Rafe, you can be honest in front of Dad and your mother. Admit the full truth. Toward the end there I was starting to turn into a full-blown nag when it came to the matter of your total devotion to work, wasn’t I? I think I was even beginning to threaten you that if our relationship didn’t get equal time there wouldn’t be a relationship.”
Bev shifted uneasily in her chair, her eyes swinging to Connor.
Margaret’s father whistled soundlessly. “Oh, ho. So that’s the way of it, is it?”
Rafe gave Margaret a repressive stare. “I had myhands full last year when we met, if you’ll recall. I was juggling a couple of companies that were valued in the millions. Things are different now. I’m making some changes in my life.”
“Such as?”
“I’ve cut way back on the juggling, for one thing.” He flashed her a quick grin.
Margaret was not amused. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Hey, I’m down here in Arizona with you, aren’t I?” He smiled again.
“Do sit down, Margaret,” Bev said, reaching for the pitcher of iced tea and pouring her guest a glass. “You must be exhausted from your trip. Your father and I just finished a swim. After you’ve said hello you must goand put on your suit. I’m sure a dip in the pool will feel good.” She turned her welcoming smile on her son as Rafe came through the glass doors and followed Margaret to the shaded loungers. “Oh, there you are, Rafe. Iced tea?”
“Thanks.”
He held out his hand for the glass as he sat down beside Margaret on one of the loungers. His powerfully muscled thigh brushed her leg and Margaret promptly shifted to put a few more inches between them. He ignored the small retreat.
Margaret took a long, fortifying sip of iced tea and studied the three people who surrounded her. Her father and Bev appeared to be waiting for her to make the next move. Rafe didn’t look particularly concerned one way or the other. To look at him one would have thought this was a perfectly normal family gathering. Margaret frowned over her glass.
“Why don’t we all stop playing games,” she suggested in a voice that she hoped hid her own inner tension. “We all know this isn’t a happy little poolside party.”
“Speak for yourself,” Connor suggested easily. “I’m happy.” He reached across the table and caught Bev’s hand, smiling at the older woman. “And I think Bev is, too. Did Rafe tell you the good news?”
“That you and Bev are involved? Yes, he did.”
Connor scowled slightly. “I don’t know about
involved
. I’m not up on all the new terminology. Is that what they call plannin’ to get married nowadays?”
Margaret swallowed. Rafe had been right. This was serious. “You’re planning marriage?”
“Yes, we are.” Bev looked at Margaret with a faint air of challenge. “I hope you approve.”
“I wish you both the best,” Margaret made herself say politely. “You’ll understand that the news has come as something of a shock. I had no idea you two had even met until Rafe mentioned it.”
“Take it easy, Maggie, girl,” Connor said gently. “There were reasons I didn’t want to talk about it until now.”
“Reasons?” She pinned him with her gaze.
“Now, Maggie, lass, you know what I’m talkin’ about. The situation ’tween you and Rafe here has been a mite tense for some time.”
Margaret arched her brows and slid a long, assessing glance at Rafe. “Tense? I wouldn’t say that. I wasn’t particularly tense at all during the past year. Were you tense, Rafe?”
“I had my moments,” he muttered.
She nodded. “Well, I did try to warn you about stress, didn’t I? As I recall, I gave you several pithy little lectures about your long hours, nonexistent vacations and general tendency to put your work first.”
“I believe you did mention the subject. Several times, in fact.”
Margaret smiled coldly. “Come now, Rafe, you can be honest in front of Dad and your mother. Admit the full truth. Toward the end there I was starting to turn into a full-blown nag when it came to the matter of your total devotion to work, wasn’t I? I think I was even beginning to threaten you that if our relationship didn’t get equal time there wouldn’t be a relationship.”
Bev shifted uneasily in her chair, her eyes swinging to Connor.
Margaret’s father whistled soundlessly. “Oh, ho. So that’s the way of it, is it?”
Rafe gave Margaret a repressive stare. “I had myhands full last year when we met, if you’ll recall. I was juggling a couple of companies that were valued in the millions. Things are different now. I’m making some changes in my life.”
“Such as?”
“I’ve cut way back on the juggling, for one thing.” He flashed her a quick grin.
Margaret was not amused. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Hey, I’m down here in Arizona with you, aren’t I?” He smiled again.
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