altered it somewhat.â
David shook his head. âItâs all still there. So, when are you coming down? You could fly home with me after the convention.â
She smiled and laughed. âWow! That would be fast.â
âFast is good.â
She sobered somewhat. Theyâd shared an incredible bottle of Cabernet.
Fast is good.
And it would be.
Ah, well, Jen would be proud of the sensations sweeping through her, if no one else. The mood in the suite was far too relaxed. She was sitting on her own side of the sofa, but she wasnât immune to temptations of simple pleasure. He had changed into a pair of soft, worn blue jeans and a long-sleeved knit shirt. Very casual. She had changed, too, but in the opposite direction. Not knowing he had decided to order in, she had gone for a business dinner staple, a sleeveless black cocktail dress. At least thirty minutes ago, however, she had shed the heels sheâd been wearing. Her stocking feet were curled beneath her. Theyâd talked about art and photography, boats, weather, the construction projects in Boston, the wonders of Chicago, and gone back to Bougainvillea. It had been a long day filled with trepidation for her, at first. She would love to lean backâ¦actually, she would love to lean against his shoulder, or stretch out with her head in his lap.
She sat straighter.
âThereâs no time like the present, or something like that,â David said.
A slow smile curved into her lips. âActually, there is. I have to go home to Chicago.â
âWhy is that?â
âI have a cat.â
âWhere is heâshe?ânow?â
âHeâs at a neighborâs who has to leave on a sales trip this weekend.â
âHmm. Maybe we can send for the cat.â
âI have to work as well. Itâs a syndicated strip,â Kit reminded him.
âOn day-to-day life. Imagine what new fuel youâd have for the machine, coming to Bougainvillea.â
âOh?â
âWell, thereâs Seamus, who is the real deal. Old South. A ramrod. All courtesy and graciousnessâwhile heâs gripping the neck of his competitors. Michael, who works in the business end of the company, but hates it. He wants to take off in a sailboat and write the great American novel. He should, tooâheâs good. Then thereâs Lenore, who wants to be the great lady of the South, which is funny, in its way, because the community is so very Latin American, very progressive. Still, you know, she belongs to all the right clubs, hosts charity events, and plays the grande dame. Josh is about my age, and pretty much deep into the business as well. Iâm better at money and naturally, any legalities involved, while heâs better at design. Kaitlin could fill you in on the what and where of the Miami club and dating sceneâsheâs Seamusâs assistant. Weâvegreat neighbors, by the way. I think you actually went to school with Shelley Callahan.â
âShelley. Sounds familiar,â Kit told him.
He laughed. âMaybe we are a bit of a weird group, because Eli and Shelley still live at home, too. Itâs an old place on the property, much smaller than Bougainvillea, but it had a carriage house, which is Eliâs now, and a garage apartment, which is where Shelley lives. Sheâs your age, and getting her masterâs degree in literature at the university. Eli became a cop. Their father, Martin, is a retired cop, and just does a lot of fishing now. Theyâre actually more like family than neighbors, since weâve shared holidays, dinners, and what have you ever since I can remember. Oh! Weâve also got one of the most wonderful and fascinating women youâd ever want to meet living on the property. Mary is a hundred and one.â
âMary!â Kit swung her feet down. âSheâs still living! My, Lord, she seemed ancient when I was a child.â
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