In Search of the Past (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #2) by Rikki Dyson Page A
Authors: Rikki Dyson
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canvas valise and a make-up case. She didn’t carry much make up, instead it did hold her hair dryer and bath products.
At the supper table everyone was kind of quiet. Sir John said, “I want to make a toast to Stacey.” She was surprised. “May the road be clear ahead of you and the wind to your back. In the past few days you have become like part of the family. We are going to miss you.”
“Oh, thank you, I’m gonna’ miss ya’ll too. If I say anymore I’ll start to cry.”
“Well, we don’t want that, now do we?” Aunt Letty said. “Please know our door will always be open to you.”
After supper the four party goers went upstairs to get ready. Stacey was the last one to come down. She had showered and put her hair up in a smooth twist decorated with a comb of small pearls. She left a sprig of hair on each side just in front of her ears. In her ears were small pearl earrings, that was her only jewelry. She put on her black chiffon dress with tiny sleeves almost off the shoulders. The bodice was form fitting and the skirt full. The black chiffon was beautiful on her. The hard part was zipping it up the back. That done, she stepped into her black high heeled sandals. Stacey didn’t use much make up just a little mascara and lipstick. Her perfume was Intuition, by Estee lauder. She grabbed her car keys, lipstick and compact. She looked in the mirror one last time and said to herself; “Well girl, this is as good as it’s gonna’ get, so just go.”
As Stacey came down the stairs she apologized for taking so long.
“My dear, it was well worth it,” Andrew said. “You look smashing.”
“Dad, I wish you would stop stealing my thunder.” To Stacey he said, “You look very smart, now let’s go.”
Stacey was surprised by Shane’s macho attitude. She had met young men with that attitude before. They had never appealed to her and after a first date she dropped them. Of course, this wasn’t a date, it was an investigation and possibly a learning process.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Aunt Letty said. “We’re taking separate cars. We won’t be staying late.”
“That’s fine,” Shane said. He was nervous tonight and he didn’t know why. He’d been to many black tie functions before this one. He scolded himself for feeling like a novice. Stacey surprised him when she handed him her car keys. “You can drive and will you carry these in your pocket? I forgot to buy a little black bag.”
“Sure,” he said and hastily stuck the lipstick and compact in his pocket. Well, that was a first. He couldn’t remember any woman asking him to carry her items for her. Shane was confused where Stacey was concerned. She seemed like a half child half woman. He wondered why all of a sudden he was in a snippy mood. He hoped Stacey didn’t notice. He had no reasonable excuse other than he was in an agitated state which he was at a loss to explain, even to himself.
Chapter 8
The Wakefield Regale
A s Shane opened the car door for Stacey, she asked, “Who put a burr under your saddle?”
“If that’s one of your down home country sayings, I don’t know what you mean,” Shane said, as he started the car.
“Oh, I think you do,” Stacey said, “but I’ll let it slide this time.”
When they arrived at Wakefield manor, it was lit up like a Christmas tree and a group of young men were parking cars. “Good, they have valet parking,” Shane said. “Maybe we can get in take care of business and get out.”
“What’s your big hurry?” Stacey said. “I plan on enjoying myself for awhile. Why waste a perfectly good evening?”
As they went in, Lord Wakefield and Rory were greeting the guests. Rory smiled at Stacey and introduced her to his uncle. The snub to Shane was obvious. Stacey ignored his rudeness and said, “How do you do sir. This is my friend, Doctor McLeod.”
Lord Wakefield was very nice, nothing like his nephew. “Miss Scott, yes of
At the supper table everyone was kind of quiet. Sir John said, “I want to make a toast to Stacey.” She was surprised. “May the road be clear ahead of you and the wind to your back. In the past few days you have become like part of the family. We are going to miss you.”
“Oh, thank you, I’m gonna’ miss ya’ll too. If I say anymore I’ll start to cry.”
“Well, we don’t want that, now do we?” Aunt Letty said. “Please know our door will always be open to you.”
After supper the four party goers went upstairs to get ready. Stacey was the last one to come down. She had showered and put her hair up in a smooth twist decorated with a comb of small pearls. She left a sprig of hair on each side just in front of her ears. In her ears were small pearl earrings, that was her only jewelry. She put on her black chiffon dress with tiny sleeves almost off the shoulders. The bodice was form fitting and the skirt full. The black chiffon was beautiful on her. The hard part was zipping it up the back. That done, she stepped into her black high heeled sandals. Stacey didn’t use much make up just a little mascara and lipstick. Her perfume was Intuition, by Estee lauder. She grabbed her car keys, lipstick and compact. She looked in the mirror one last time and said to herself; “Well girl, this is as good as it’s gonna’ get, so just go.”
As Stacey came down the stairs she apologized for taking so long.
“My dear, it was well worth it,” Andrew said. “You look smashing.”
“Dad, I wish you would stop stealing my thunder.” To Stacey he said, “You look very smart, now let’s go.”
Stacey was surprised by Shane’s macho attitude. She had met young men with that attitude before. They had never appealed to her and after a first date she dropped them. Of course, this wasn’t a date, it was an investigation and possibly a learning process.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Aunt Letty said. “We’re taking separate cars. We won’t be staying late.”
“That’s fine,” Shane said. He was nervous tonight and he didn’t know why. He’d been to many black tie functions before this one. He scolded himself for feeling like a novice. Stacey surprised him when she handed him her car keys. “You can drive and will you carry these in your pocket? I forgot to buy a little black bag.”
“Sure,” he said and hastily stuck the lipstick and compact in his pocket. Well, that was a first. He couldn’t remember any woman asking him to carry her items for her. Shane was confused where Stacey was concerned. She seemed like a half child half woman. He wondered why all of a sudden he was in a snippy mood. He hoped Stacey didn’t notice. He had no reasonable excuse other than he was in an agitated state which he was at a loss to explain, even to himself.
Chapter 8
The Wakefield Regale
A s Shane opened the car door for Stacey, she asked, “Who put a burr under your saddle?”
“If that’s one of your down home country sayings, I don’t know what you mean,” Shane said, as he started the car.
“Oh, I think you do,” Stacey said, “but I’ll let it slide this time.”
When they arrived at Wakefield manor, it was lit up like a Christmas tree and a group of young men were parking cars. “Good, they have valet parking,” Shane said. “Maybe we can get in take care of business and get out.”
“What’s your big hurry?” Stacey said. “I plan on enjoying myself for awhile. Why waste a perfectly good evening?”
As they went in, Lord Wakefield and Rory were greeting the guests. Rory smiled at Stacey and introduced her to his uncle. The snub to Shane was obvious. Stacey ignored his rudeness and said, “How do you do sir. This is my friend, Doctor McLeod.”
Lord Wakefield was very nice, nothing like his nephew. “Miss Scott, yes of
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