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The Quinn Legacy: Inner Harbor ; Chesapeake Blue

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by Nora Roberts


  “Like a priest,” Cam put in and made her laugh.

  “Not so far from that. You’d be amazed at the confessions I hear. It’s all in a day’s work.”

  “You love it,” Anna murmured.

  “I do. I really do. I love the business itself, and I love being part of something. In Washington . . .” She caught herself, a bit amazed at how easily she’d rambled. “Things were different,” she said at length. “This is what I was looking for.”

  * * *

  HE followed her home, where they sat on her porch steps in the warm summer night, watching fireflies dance in the dark.

  “You had a good time?”

  “I had a wonderful time. The dinner, getting to know your family a little better. The sail.”

  “Good.” He brought her hand to his lips. “Because Anna’s going to pass the word, and you’ll be expected to repeat the performance at Grace’s, and at Sybill’s.”

  “Oh.” She hadn’t thought of that. “I’ll need to reciprocate. I’ll need to have everyone over for . . .”

  She’d have to have it catered, of course. And she’d have to determine how best to keep a number of teenagers entertained.

  “I’m out of my league,” she admitted. “The kind of dinner party I’m used to hosting isn’t what’s called for here.”

  “You want to have everyone over?” The idea delighted him. “We’ll get a grill and cook out. We’ll toss on some steaks and corn on the cob. Keep it simple.”

  We, she thought. Somehow they’d slid from individuals into we. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it.

  “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He leaned back on the step so he could study her profile. “What’s it like to grow up filthy rich?”

  That eyebrow winged, the way he loved. “We preferred the term ‘lavishly wealthy’ to ‘filthy rich.’ And obviously, it has its points.”

  “I bet. We sort of established why the lavishly wealthy society chick is running a flower shop on the waterfront, but how come she doesn’t have household help, or a staff of employees?”

  “I have Mr. G, who’s worked out perfectly. He’s flexible, dependable, and he knows and loves flowers. And I plan on hiring someone else, to work part-time in the shop. I needed to make certain there’d be enough business to justify it first. I’m going to start looking very soon.”

  “But you do the books.”

  “I like doing the books.”

  “And the ordering, and the inventory, whatever.”

  “I like—”

  “Yeah, got that. Don’t get defensive.” It amused him when her shoulders stiffened. “You like manning the rudder. Nothing wrong with that.”

  “Speaking of rudders, I like the sloop design. I like it very much. I’m going to contact Phillip and have him draw up the contract.”

  “Good, but you’re evading the subject. How come you don’t have a housekeeper?”

  “If this is a plug for Grace’s service, Aubrey’s already nagging me about it. I’m going to talk to her.”

  “It wasn’t, but that’s a good idea.” He ran his fingers down her leg, an unconscious gesture of intimacy. “Spread the wealth, and free up your time. A twofer.”

  “You’re awfully interested in wealth all of a sudden.”

  “In you,” he corrected. “Sybill’s the only person I know, really know, who came from money. And I get the drift that her family’s pretty small potatoes compared to yours. Your mother comes down to see you, driven by a uniformed chauffeur. Snazzy stuff. You don’t even have somebody coming in to scrub the john. So I ask myself how come that is. Does she like scrubbing johns?”

  “It was a childhood dream of mine,” she said dryly.

  “Anytime you want to fulfill the dream in the studio bathroom, feel free.”

  “That’s very generous of you.”

  “Well, I love you. I do what I can.”

  She nearly sighed. He loved her. And he wanted to understand her. “Money,” she began, “great amounts of money solve a lot of problems. And create others. But one way or the other, rich or poor, if you stub your toe, your toe hurts. It can also insulate you, so that you don’t meet or develop friendships with people outside that charmed circle. You gain a great deal, you miss a great deal. Certainly you miss a great deal when your parents feel so strongly about shielding you from a variety of things out of that circle.”

  She turned to look at him now. “That’s not ‘poor little rich girl’ talk. It’s just fact. I had a privileged upbringing. I never wanted for a single material thing, and will never have to. I had an exceptional education, was allowed to travel extensively. And if I’d stayed in that charmed circle, I think I’d have died by inches.”

  She shook her head. “There’s that drama again.”

  “I don’t think it’s dramatic. There are all kinds of hunger. If you don’t get fed, you starve.”

  “Then I guess we could say I needed a different menu. In the Washington house, my mother runs a staff of sixteen. It’s a beautiful home, perfectly presented. This is the first place I’ve had alone. When I moved to my own place in Georgetown, they—despite my telling them I didn’t want or need live-in help—hired a housekeeper for me as a housewarming gift. So, I was stuck.”

  “You could have refused.”

  Dru only shook her head. “Not as easy as you think, and it would have created more conflict when I’d just gone through the battle of moving out on my own. In any case, it wasn’t the housekeeper’s fault. She was a perfectly nice, absolutely efficient and completely pleasant woman. But I didn’t want her there. I kept her because my parents were frantic enough at the idea of me no longer living at home, and kept on me about how worried they were about me, how much better they felt knowing I had someone reliable living with me. And I was just tired of the hammering.”

  “Nobody pushes buttons better than family.”

  “Not in my experience,” she agreed. “It seems ridiculous to complain about having someone who’ll cook, clean, run errands and so on. But you give up your privacy in exchange for the convenience and leisure. You are never, never alone. And no matter how pleasant, how loyal, how discreet a household staff may be, they know things about you. They know when you’ve had an argument with your parents, or your lover. They know what you eat, or don’t eat. When you sleep, or don’t sleep. They know if you’ve had sex, or haven’t had sex. Every mood, every move, and if they’re with you long enough, every thought you have is shared with them.

  “I won’t have that here.” She let out a breath. “Besides, I like taking care of myself. Seeing to my own details. I like knowing I’m good at it. But I’m not sure how good I’ll be at putting together a dinner party for the Quinn horde.”

  “If it makes you feel any better, Anna was a maniac for the hour before you got there tonight.”

  “Really?” The idea warmed her. “It does make me feel better. She always seems so completely in charge.”

  “She is. She scares us boneless.”

  “You worship her. Every one of you. It’s fascinating. This is very new territory for me, Seth.”

  “For me, too.”

  “No.” She turned her head. “It’s not. Family gatherings, whether they’re casual or traditional, impromptu or planned, are very old territory for you. You don’t need a map. You’re very lucky to have them.”

  “I know it.” He thought of where he’d come from. He thought of Gloria. “I know it.”

  “Yes, it shows. You’re all so full of each other. They made room for me because you asked them to. You care for me, so they’ll care for me. It won’t be like that with my family. If and when you meet them, you’ll be very carefully questioned, studied, analyzed and judged.”

  “So, they’re looking out for you.”

  “No, not so much for me as themselves. The family name—
names,” she corrected. “The position. Discreet inquiries will be made as to your financial stability, to ensure you’re not after my money. While my mother will be, initially, thrilled that I’m involved with someone with your panache in art circles—”

  “Panache. You do use those cool words.”

  “It’s shallow.”

  “Oh, give her a break.” He ruffled her hair as he might have a ten-year-old boy’s. “I’m not going to be insulted because someone’s impressed with my reputation as an artist.”

  “You may be insulted when your background is quietly and thoroughly investigated, when the credit line on Boats by Quinn is checked.”

  The idea of the background check had his blood chilling. “Well, for Christ’s sake.”

  “You need to know. This is standard operating procedure in my family. Jonah passed with high marks, and his political connections were a bonus. Which is why no one was particularly pleased with me for calling off the wedding. I’m sorry. I know I’m spoiling the mood of the evening, but I realized with the way things seem to be moving between us you needed to know this sooner rather than later.”

  “Okay. Tell me this sooner rather than later.” He took her hand, toyed with her fingers. “If they don’t like what they find, do things stop moving between us?”

  “I pulled myself away from there, from them, because I couldn’t live that way.” And curled her fingers into his. “I make up my own mind, and heart.”

  “Then let’s not worry about it.” He drew her into his arms. “I love you. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

  * * *

  HE wanted it to be just that simple.

  He’d learned that love was the single most powerful force. It could overcome and overset greed, pettiness, hate, envy. It changed lives.

  God knew it had changed his.

  He believed in the untapped power of love, whether it showed itself in passion or selflessness, in fury or in tenderness.

  But love was rarely simple. It was its facets, its complexities that made it such a strong force.

  So, loving Dru, he faced the fact that he would have to tell her everything. He wasn’t born at the age of ten. She had a right to know where he’d come from, and how. He had to find the way to tell her of his childhood. Of Gloria.

  Eventually.

  He told himself he deserved the time to just be with her, to enjoy the freshness of their feelings for each other. He made excuses.

  He wanted her to get to know and become more comfortable with his family. He needed to finish the painting. He wanted to put his time and effort into building her boat, so that when it was done it would somehow belong to both of them.

  There was no time limit, after all. No need to rush everything. Days passed into weeks and Gloria made no contact. It was easy to convince himself she’d gone again. Maybe this time she’d stay gone.

  He bargained with himself. He wouldn’t think about any of it until after the July Fourth celebrations. Every year, the Quinns held a huge come-one, come-all picnic. Family, friends, neighbors gathered at the house, as they had since Ray and Stella’s day, to eat, drink, gossip, swim in the cool water of the inlet and watch the fireworks.

  But before the beer and crab, they were due for champagne and caviar. With obvious reluctance, and after considerable nagging by both her parents, Dru had agreed to attend one of the Washington galas with Seth as her escort.

  “Shit, look at you.” Cam stood in the bedroom doorway and whistled at Seth in his tux. “All slicked up in your monkey suit.”

  “You only wish you could look this good.” Seth shot his cuffs. “I get the feeling I’m going to be the artist on display at this little soiree. I nearly bought a cape and beret instead of a tux. But I restrained myself.”

  He began to fuss with the tie. “This rig was Phil’s pick. Classic, according to him, but not dated.”

  “He oughta know. Stop messing with that. Jesus.” Cam straightened from the doorjamb and crossed over to fuss with Seth’s tie himself. “You’ve got more nerves than a virgin on prom night.”

  “Yeah, maybe. I’ll be swimming in a lot of blue blood this evening. I don’t want to drown in it.”

  Cam’s eyes shifted up, met his. “Money don’t mean jack. You’re as good as any of them and better than most. Quinns don’t take second place to anyone.”

  “I want to marry her, Cam.”

  There was a little clutch in his belly. The trip from boy to man, he thought, never took as long as you thought it should. “Yeah, I got that.”

  “When you marry someone you take on their family, their baggage, the whole shot.”

  “That’s right.”

  “I deal with hers, she has to deal with mine. I get through tonight in one piece, she makes it though the insanity around here on the Fourth, then . . . I have to tell her about before. About Gloria, a lot more than I have. I have to tell her about . . . all of it.”

  “If you’re thinking she’ll run, then she’s not the one for you. And knowing women, and I do, she’s not the running type.”

  “I’m not thinking she’ll run. I don’t know what she’ll do. What I’ll do. But I have to lay it out for her and give her the chance to decide where she wants to go from there. I’ve put it off too long already.”

  “It’s history. But it’s your history so you have to tell her. Then put it away again.” Cam stepped back. “Real slick.” He gave Seth’s biceps a squeeze, knowing it would ease the trouble on his face. “Oooh, you’ve been lifting.”

  “Cram it.”

  Seth was laughing when he left the house, grinning when he opened his car door. And the panic slammed into his throat like a fist when he saw the note on the front seat.

  Tomorrow night, ten o’clock.

  Miller’s Bar, St. Michael’s.

  We’ll talk.

  She’d come here, he thought as he balled the paper in his hand. To his home. Within feet of his family.

  Yeah, they’d talk. Damn right they’d talk.

  SIXTEEN

  HE REMEMBERED TO tell her she looked beautiful. She did, in the stoplight-red dress that skimmed down her body and left her back bare but for a crisscross of skinny, glittering straps.

  He remembered to smile, to make conversation on the drive to Washington. He ordered himself to relax. He would deal with Gloria as he always dealt with her.

  He told himself she could take nothing from him but money.

  And he knew it was a lie.

  Wasn’t that what Stella had intimated in the dream? he thought now. It wasn’t just money Gloria wanted. She wanted to gouge at his heart until every bit of happiness bled out of it.

  She hated him for being whole. On some level, he’d always known that.

  “I appreciate your going to all this trouble tonight.”

  He glanced over, brushed a hand over hers. “Come on. It’s not every day I get to mix with the movers and shakers at some spiffy party. Very swank,” he added.

  “I’d rather be at home, sitting on the porch swing.”

  “You don’t have a porch swing.”

  “I keep meaning to buy one. I’d like to be sitting on my imaginary porch swing, having a nice glass of wine while the sun sets.” And so, she thought, would he.

  Whatever he said, something was wrong. She knew his face so well now—well enough that she could close her eyes and paint it, feature by feature, in her mind. There was definitely trouble lurking behind his eyes.

  “Two hours,” she said. “We’ll stay two hours, then we’re gone.”

  “This is your deal, Dru. We’ll stay as long as you like.”

  “I wouldn’t be going at all if I could’ve avoided it. My parents double-teamed me on this one. I wonder if we ever really get beyond the point where a parent can emotionally blackmail us into doing something we don’t want to do.”


  Her words made him think of Gloria, and dread curled in his stomach. “It’s just a party, sugar.”

  “Oh, if only. A party’s where you go to have fun, to relax and enjoy the company of people you have something in common with. I don’t have anything in common with these people anymore. Maybe I never did. My mother wants to show you off, and I’m going to let her because she wore me down.”

  “Well, you’ve got to admit, I look terrific tonight.”

  “Can’t argue with that. And you’re trying to cheer me up. So thanks. I’ll promise to do the same on the way home when you’re glazed and incoherent from being interrogated.”

  “Does it matter to you, what they think of me?”

  “Of course.” Amused with herself, she took out her lipstick and missed the way his jaw tightened. “I want all those people who gave me that sticky sympathy over my breakup with Jonah, all the ones who brought it up to my face hoping I’d say or do something they could dine out on the following evening, to take one look at you. I want them to think, Well, well, Dru certainly landed on her feet, didn’t she? She bagged herself il maestro giovane.”

  Tension settled on the back of his neck, too weighty to be shrugged off. “So, I’m a status symbol now,” he said, and tried to keep it light.

  She freshened her lipstick, capped the tube. “Better than a Harry Winston diamond necklace. It’s mean, it’s petty, it’s pitifully female. But I don’t care. It’s a revelation to realize I’ve just that much of my mother in me that I want to show you off, too.”

  “There’s no escaping where we come from. No matter how far we run.”

  “Now that’s depressing. If I believed that, I’d jump off a cliff. Believe me, I am not going to end up chairing committees and giving ladies’ teas on Wednesday afternoons.”

  Something in the quality of his silence had her reaching over to touch his arm. “Two hours, Seth. Maximum.”

 

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