Authors: Jude Deveraux
Tags: #Contemporary, #General, #Romance, #Inheritance and succession, #Large Type Books, #Self-actualization (Psychology), #Fiction, #Love Stories
room, and she heard the front door open and close.
“Are you all right?” Ramsey asked.
“Fine. Really, I am, but I look awful. I wanted to at least be presentable when we met.”
“You look great!” Ramsey said with such enthusiasm that she smiled back.
“You’re very kind.”
“No I’m not. I’m a lawyer, remember? How about if we go to your house, the main part of it, that is, and
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have something to eat? Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
He went down the hall to the front door and opened it for her, and when she was beside him, he said, “I
apologize for my cousin. Luke is…” He gave a shrug, as though there were no words to describe the man.
“That’s all right,” Jocelyn said. “We all have relatives.”
“Unfortunately, I have more than most.”
As they stepped outside, she saw Luke speed away in a beat-up old truck that reminded her of the vehicles
she’d seen around her father’s house when she was growing up. As far as she could tell, Luke Connor was the
kind of man Miss Edi had warned her against. Worse, he was the kind of man Jocelyn’s sweet, elegant,
educated mother had fallen so hard for. After they were married, Gary Minton had done what he could to be
what his refined little wife’s family wanted him to be, but a month after she died, he was back in leathers,
whiskers on his face, and straddling a Harley.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Ramsey asked. “Did Luke upset you that bad?”
“Of course not,” Jocelyn said, smiling as she came back to the present. “Let me change my clothes and I’ll
be fine.”
“Tonight your smallest wish is my command,” Ramsey said and gave her a half bow.
“Then, kind sir, lead me to yon castle that I might prepare myself for thee.”
Ramsey grinned, held out his arm to her, and they walked together to the front door of Edilean Manor.
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HIS IS TRULY beautiful,” Jocelyn said and meant it. Ramsey had gone to a lot of trouble with the dinner,
and she appreciated it. There was an old, white, trapuntoed quilt on the floor of the hallway and two huge pillows
on each side. The meal was angel hair pasta in a light sauce of sautéed tomatoes and basil, with bread and salad.
“Did you get the vegetables from Sara’s mother?” she asked.
“Of course. If I bought tomatoes that didn’t come from her I think she might picket my office.”
The dishes were Limoges in one of her favorite patterns, and the wineglasses had to have come from
Colonial Williamsburg. They were handblown in an eighteenth-century design.
Ramsey was stretched out on the pillow opposite her, and in the candlelight he looked even more
handsome than he did when she first met him. The truth was that he made her a bit nervous. There was something
about the absolute perfection of him that made her wish she were more perfect.
“Why is there so little furniture in the house?” Joce asked. She was sitting upright on the opposite side of
the quilt. “I don’t mean to sound greedy, but it seems strange that a house that’s been lived in for so many
generations would have so little in it. If I’d guessed, I would have said it was packed to the gills with at least a lot
of Victorian ornaments.”
“In a word, Bertrand,” Ramsey said. He’d finished his pasta and was sipping the white wine. “I don’t really
know too much about it, as my father personally handled Miss Edi, but Dad always muttered things under his
breath whenever ol’ Bertrand’s name was mentioned. I think he had a problem with the horses.”
“Your father gambled?” Joce asked.
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Ramsey looked at her to see if she was kidding.
“Sorry. My sense of humor,” she said. “So Bertrand had a gambling problem.”
Ramsey looked at her over the wineglass. “He had some kind of problem. At least I think he did. I never
really knew Miss Edi, but from what I heard of her, it always struck me as odd that she let him sell off most
everything that was in this house. I remember when I was a kid and a huge truck pulled up in front of the house.”
“It got through those narrow gates?”
“Good eye!” he said. “No, no truck can get through those pillars. Luke’s pickup has been scraped on them
more than once.”
Ramsey took a drink of wine, then got up to begin clearing away the remnants of the pasta and salad.
When Joce started to help him, he told her to sit still. She waited while he carried the plates into the kitchen, and
when he returned, he had a little machine that looked like a fondue pot. “My sister assures me that this thing is
perfect for melting chocolate. She says her second child was conceived the night they bought it.” He looked at
her. “Sorry. Bad story for a first date.”
“You’re forgiven, but only if you tell me about the moving van.”
“Oh, yes. They had to park it in the road, and a smaller truck carried furniture out to it. It was a Saturday
and all of us kids nearly drove the movers crazy. We were in the truck, in the house, even hiding inside cabinets
that they had to carry. They were ready to throw us all into the pond.”
“What did your parents say? Wasn’t that dangerous?”
“They were right there, watching everything, and the adults who couldn’t be there to watch paid us to run to
their house every hour and tell them what was going on. Sara was the fastest on her bike, so she delivered the
messages. You know, I still think she didn’t split the money fairly. I think she kept most of it for herself.”
“The cousins,” Joce said, smiling. “All for one; one for all.”
He broke pieces of chocolate into the little pot that he’d plugged in, and was now stirring them around. “I
guess. I think it was fun when we were kids, but now I find it more than a little confining. Like today. I really
apologize about what—”
Joce didn’t want to hear another word about Luke and the mustard. “What did they take away in the van?”
“The good stuff.”
“The yellow couch, the end tables, the big armoire, the four chairs in the dining room,” Joce said. “It was all
in Miss Edi’s house in Florida. I believe she sold what she didn’t send back here at auction.”
“I know she did.”
“And the money…?”
“Nope,” Ramsey said. “I’m not saying a word about business tonight. Which means that you have to come
to my office first thing Monday morning so I can tell you everything.”
“I bet there are contingencies concerning the house, aren’t there?”
Ramsey shook his head at her. “Don’t try to get ’round me. I’m not saying a word.”
“All right,” she said, sipping her wine. “So Miss Edi took the good furniture and left the bad stuff for her
brother to sell to pay his gambling debts.”
“My mother said she thought Miss Edi used her brother to run a big yard sale. It saved her money and gave
him something to do.”
“That sounds like her.”
“There!” Ramsey said. “The pot is ready. Take one of these.” He held out a little box full of long forks.
“And spear one of these.” He opened a container of fat, perfectly ripe strawberries. “Then dip.”
She did so. “Delicious. Really wonderful. I feel pregnant already.” When he didn’t say anything, she looked
at him. “Yet again, my dumb sense of humor.”
“No, I like it. It’s just that I’m not used to beautiful girls who can make jokes.”
“They don’t have to. They just sit there, and that’s enough.”
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“I meant…,” he began, then smiled. “I’m coming off as a moron. It’s just that I want this night to succeed.”
Jocelyn wiped chocolate off her chin. “It’s succeeding with me. Hey! Thanks for fixing the bedroom for
me.”
“The bedroom?”
“You know, linens, soap, that sort of thing. I would have had to spend the night elsewhere if you hadn’t
done that. You did do it, didn’t you?”
“’Fraid not. Probably some of the ladies from the church.”
“Speaking of which, I saw a church when I drove in. Miss Edi and I went every Sunday, and I miss it.”
“Church,” Ramsey said, as though he’d never heard of the place before. “If you show up in church on
Sunday my mother is going to think you’re so perfect that she’s going to go out and buy us wedding rings.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Are you kidding? I’m thirty-two and haven’t produced a kid.”
“What about your sister and your other siblings?”
“It’s just the two of us,” Ramsey said, “and my mother isn’t content with the brood that Viv produces. She
wants kids from me too.”
From the way he was looking at her, Jocelyn didn’t know whether to fall into his arms or push him out the
door and bolt it. “I wear a size five ring, and I want a four-carat, emerald-cut, pink diamond.”
This time Ramsey groaned. “You tell her that and I’m a goner.”
“Does Sara make wedding dresses? If she does, I have some ideas about mine.”
Ramsey laughed.
“No, really. You think Sara’s mom could get enough white roses together for me that I could fill the
church?”
“Stop it!” he said, laughing. “Really, we can’t talk about this or my mother will somehow hear it and show
up at the door. If you had any idea what I go through—” He cut himself off. “What I want to hear about is you
and Miss Edi.”
“We were kindred souls,” Jocelyn said. She opened her mouth to start telling him her life story, but she
stopped herself. If she told everything tonight, what would they talk about on the second date? And she truly
hoped there would be a second date because she liked him.
“Okay,” Ramsey said, “keep your secrets. But I’ll get them out of you.”
As she watched, he got up off the pillows, and standing up, he stretched. His shirt clung to the muscles in
his chest and arms, and Joce couldn’t pry her eyes away. When he caught her looking, she quickly turned away,
but it wasn’t fast enough to keep her from being embarrassed.
“Do you play golf?” he asked.
“What?”
“Golf? Do you play?”
“No.”
“Tennis?” he asked.
“Sorry. No tennis. And before you ask, I don’t swim very well, and I don’t play bridge, and I’m not good
at clubs.”
“So what do you like to do?” he asked. “No, wait, don’t tell me. Let me find out. You must do something
besides dream about your wedding.”
“Not much.”
Smiling, he began to clear up the dishes, but this time Joce helped. “So what do you imagine the groom
looking like?”
“Blond, blue eyed,” she said instantly, and Ramsey laughed.
“I deserved that.” He put the dishes on the big kitchen table and looked around him. “You must want to
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redo this kitchen.”
There were three naked lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, and the light glared off everything, making it
almost eerie in the room. “How could you even think of changing this room?” she said in mock horror.
“How about a marble-topped island instead of this table?” he asked, looking at her. “And a new sink, of
course.”
She looked at the sink and felt a pang at the thought of its going. It was huge and on legs, with two
enormous bowls with a tall porcelain back, and drain boards on both sides. She looked away from it. “Are you
asking me if I can cook?” Before he could answer, she said, “I can’t. Miss Edi had a woman who’d worked for
her for over twenty years, and she cooked wonderful meals. Meanwhile, at my parents’ house…Well, the less
said about there the better. But I can make cupcakes.”
“Cupcakes?”
“It was a project I did in school, and Miss Edi let me use her kitchen. I can even use a pastry tube.”
“That’s good,” he said, but his voice sounded dubious, and for a while there was a silence between them,
and Jocelyn suppressed a yawn. It had been a very long day.
“Look, I think I better go,” he said. “It’s getting late. Shall I pick you up for church tomorrow?”
“If you and I walked into church together, we would be mated for life.” She was making a joke, but he
didn’t smile.
“I’ve heard of worse things.”
“Yeah, me too,” she said, but she didn’t meet his eyes. “How about if I meet you there? Ten A.M., right?”
“If you miss Sunday School, it is, and I usually do.”
“Late sleeper?”
“Late worker,” he said. “I have about three hours of paperwork to do tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Could I help?”
For a moment he looked puzzled, as though he were trying to figure out if she was again joking. “Thanks,
but no. We’re handling a big divorce case and I’m trying to find some missing money. How could a man afford
to pay cash for a three-million-dollar house if he only makes sixty grand a year? At least that’s the question his
wife wants to know.”
“I’m not good on money,” she said, “but I could…I’ve done a lot of research, so if you ever need help on
that, let me know.”
“And cupcakes,” he said, smiling. “We can’t forget the cupcakes.”
“I never forget the cupcakes,” she said, but her smile was forced. When he reached for a plate, she said,
“Just leave everything and I’ll clean up tomorrow. You need to go to work and get as much done as possible so