grandmama,” Lena said from the parlor doorway.
“I’m love-struck. She’s wonderful. Listen, it’s a long walk to her place. You ought to—”
“If she wants to walk, she walks. There’s no stopping her from doing anything.” She wandered to the front door to stand beside him. “Look there, it’s Rufus come to walk her home. I swear, that dog has radar when it comes to her.”
“I kept hoping he’d come around.” He turned to Lena. “Bring you with him. I started out two nights this week to go to your place, and talked myself out of it.”
“Why’s that?”
“There’s persistence, and there’s stalking.” He reached up to twirl her hair around his finger. “I figured if I could hold out until you came by here, you wouldn’t consider getting a restraining order.”
“If I want a man to go away, I tell him to go away.”
“Do men always do what you tell them?”
Her lips curved into that cat smile that made him want to lick at the little black mole. “Mostly. You going to show me this big house of yours, cher ?”
“Yeah.” He caught her chin in his hand, kissed her. “Sure. By the way.” Now he took her hand as he led her toward the staircase. “I have Miss Odette’s permission to spark you.”
“Seems you need my permission, not hers.”
“I intend to charm you so completely, we’ll slip right by that step. Fabulous staircase, isn’t it?”
“It is.” She trailed a red-tipped finger along the banister. “Very grand, this place of yours, Declan. And from what I’ve seen of it, I realize you’re not a rich lawyer after all.”
“Ex-lawyer. And I don’t follow you.”
“You got enough to put this place back, to keep it—you do mean to keep it?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then you’re not rich. Step up from rich. You’re wealthy. Is that the case?”
“Well, money’s not a problem. It doesn’t buy happiness, either.”
She stopped on the landing and laughed. “Oh, cher , you think that, you just don’t know where to shop.”
“Anytime you want to help me spend some of it.”
“Maybe.” She looked down over the banister toward the grand foyer. “You’ll be needing furniture eventually. There’s some places I know.”
“You have a cousin?”
“One or two.” She lifted her eyebrows at the noise and cursing from the end of the long hall.
“Plumber,” Declan explained. “I had him start on the master bath. It was . . . well, it was an embarrassment of avocado. If you know anyone who wants some really ugly bathroom fixtures, let me know.”
He started to steer her away from the door of what henow thought of as his ghost room. But she turned the knob, opened it. Declan found himself holding his breath as she stepped inside.
“Cold in here.” She hugged her arms, but couldn’t stop the shiver. “You ought to try to save the wallpaper. It’s a pretty pattern. Violets and rosebuds.”
She was halfway to the gallery doors when she stopped, and the shiver became a shudder. The feeling that poured into her was grief. “It’s a sad room, isn’t it? It needs light. And life.”
“There’s a ghost. A woman. I think she was killed here.”
“Do you?” She turned back to him. Her face was a little pale, her eyes a little wide. “It doesn’t feel . . . violent. Just sad. Empty and sad.”
Her voice had thickened. Without thinking, he went in, went to her. “Are you all right?”
“Just cold.”
He reached down to rub her arms, and at the contact, felt a quick shock.
With a half-laugh, she stepped back. “I don’t think that’s what Grandmama meant by you sparking me, cher. ”
“It’s this room. There’s something strange in this room.”
“Ghosts don’t worry me. Shouldn’t worry you. They can’t hurt you.” But she walked to the door, had to fight a need to rush her steps.
She wandered through the other bedrooms, but experienced none of that grief, the dread, the dragging loneliness that had driven her out of the
“I’m love-struck. She’s wonderful. Listen, it’s a long walk to her place. You ought to—”
“If she wants to walk, she walks. There’s no stopping her from doing anything.” She wandered to the front door to stand beside him. “Look there, it’s Rufus come to walk her home. I swear, that dog has radar when it comes to her.”
“I kept hoping he’d come around.” He turned to Lena. “Bring you with him. I started out two nights this week to go to your place, and talked myself out of it.”
“Why’s that?”
“There’s persistence, and there’s stalking.” He reached up to twirl her hair around his finger. “I figured if I could hold out until you came by here, you wouldn’t consider getting a restraining order.”
“If I want a man to go away, I tell him to go away.”
“Do men always do what you tell them?”
Her lips curved into that cat smile that made him want to lick at the little black mole. “Mostly. You going to show me this big house of yours, cher ?”
“Yeah.” He caught her chin in his hand, kissed her. “Sure. By the way.” Now he took her hand as he led her toward the staircase. “I have Miss Odette’s permission to spark you.”
“Seems you need my permission, not hers.”
“I intend to charm you so completely, we’ll slip right by that step. Fabulous staircase, isn’t it?”
“It is.” She trailed a red-tipped finger along the banister. “Very grand, this place of yours, Declan. And from what I’ve seen of it, I realize you’re not a rich lawyer after all.”
“Ex-lawyer. And I don’t follow you.”
“You got enough to put this place back, to keep it—you do mean to keep it?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then you’re not rich. Step up from rich. You’re wealthy. Is that the case?”
“Well, money’s not a problem. It doesn’t buy happiness, either.”
She stopped on the landing and laughed. “Oh, cher , you think that, you just don’t know where to shop.”
“Anytime you want to help me spend some of it.”
“Maybe.” She looked down over the banister toward the grand foyer. “You’ll be needing furniture eventually. There’s some places I know.”
“You have a cousin?”
“One or two.” She lifted her eyebrows at the noise and cursing from the end of the long hall.
“Plumber,” Declan explained. “I had him start on the master bath. It was . . . well, it was an embarrassment of avocado. If you know anyone who wants some really ugly bathroom fixtures, let me know.”
He started to steer her away from the door of what henow thought of as his ghost room. But she turned the knob, opened it. Declan found himself holding his breath as she stepped inside.
“Cold in here.” She hugged her arms, but couldn’t stop the shiver. “You ought to try to save the wallpaper. It’s a pretty pattern. Violets and rosebuds.”
She was halfway to the gallery doors when she stopped, and the shiver became a shudder. The feeling that poured into her was grief. “It’s a sad room, isn’t it? It needs light. And life.”
“There’s a ghost. A woman. I think she was killed here.”
“Do you?” She turned back to him. Her face was a little pale, her eyes a little wide. “It doesn’t feel . . . violent. Just sad. Empty and sad.”
Her voice had thickened. Without thinking, he went in, went to her. “Are you all right?”
“Just cold.”
He reached down to rub her arms, and at the contact, felt a quick shock.
With a half-laugh, she stepped back. “I don’t think that’s what Grandmama meant by you sparking me, cher. ”
“It’s this room. There’s something strange in this room.”
“Ghosts don’t worry me. Shouldn’t worry you. They can’t hurt you.” But she walked to the door, had to fight a need to rush her steps.
She wandered through the other bedrooms, but experienced none of that grief, the dread, the dragging loneliness that had driven her out of the
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