Coveting Love (Jessica Crawford)

by Schwimley, Victoria

It looked as if they intended to feed an army. Brandon assured her the guest list was actually limited, with only a few close family friends invited. She sighed in relief. The thought of meeting so many people who were a part of Brandon’s life, all at once, overwhelmed her. She was later horrified to learn that a limited few turned out to be fifty.

  Brandon laughed at her unease and reassured her he would stay by her side. “Nobody expects you to remember their names,” he had gently coaxed. She played her part well, though, and many of the guests were familiar with her work, which gave her a subject to talk about that she loved, easing the social inadequacies. She even promised a few of them she would photograph their homes and families, after she and Brandon were married and she went into business for herself.

  The more she walked around the expansive house and met the extensive staff, the surer she was she would wind up with nothing to do to occupy her time.

  The idea of self-employment had come to her during a conversation she had with John. They had been playing around with different lighting techniques. One of the marketing directors had stopped in to say hello and had his young daughter in tow. She was dressed for a school play, in which she was playing the part of a fairy. On a whim, Jessica asked if she could photograph her. He consented, and a roll of film later they were looking at magic. The girl’s father was amazed at the photographs and offered to pay her for them. She laughed it off and gave him all the pictures. But something about the incident had started her thinking.

  “Put a country setting to that and we’ll have a masterpiece,” John had joked. That’s when the thought struck her; she would be living in a country setting.

  The interest his friends showed in Jessica and her work thrilled Brandon, and he began to relax a little. He wished she would consider moving the wedding date up, but she wouldn’t budge. She wanted a spring wedding and nothing he said would change her mind. “Besides,” she had told him. “I need more time to prepare for this. It’s going to be hard for me to go from being a full-time photographer to country wife and mother,” she had teased.

  “Mother?” he had inquired, raising his eyebrows.

  “No, not yet,” she had said. “I know we said soon, but why wait. I think we should start right away.”

  He had wrapped his arms around her in a romantic embrace, bending her backward and kissing her.

  “Have I told you lately how very much I love you? You’re wicked and have cast a love spell upon me.”

  She laughed and the happiness had shown bright in her eyes.

  He remembered that day well. It was on one of his trips to the city. They were having dinner at her apartment, in front of the fire. They were discussing their plans for the future and he hadn’t been quite sure how to broach the subject of a family. He wanted to start one right away but anticipated an argument. In fact, he spent the entire trip thinking of reasons for not waiting, but he didn’t need any of them.

  “When is the wedding?”

  “I’m sorry; what did you say?” Brandon pulled his attention back to the party.

  “I asked when the wedding is.”

  It was one of his father’s oldest friends asking the question. Brandon hated to seem rude, but the sight of Matthew and Jessica laughing easily in the corner distracted his mind. He hated seeing them together. He didn’t like the way Matthew was fawning over her. He had to put a stop to it.

  Ignoring Mr. Simpson, he started toward the two of them, intent on setting Matthew straight. His mother’s personal attendant stopped him midway. “Excuse me, Mr. Phillips.” He looked at her impatiently. “Your mother is ready to join the party now.”

  He glanced angrily at the couple in the corner. He would have to deal with Matthew later.

  Despite her health, Virginia Phillips insisted on being present at significant social gatherings that went on in her house, especially the holidays. She didn’t stay long, but she made an appearance nonetheless.

  With the help of her eldest son, she painfully made her way downstairs. They had installed a chair lift five years previous, making the task somewhat easier. As Brandon seated her in the chair, she grabbed his hand.

  “I know that look, son. I’m warning you not to blow it with this young lady. She’s a gem. Don’t push her away,” she warned.

  He knelt in front of her. “That’s what I’m trying to do, Mother. But Matthew and Jeffrey keep getting in the way.”

  “Jealousy over your brothers is going to get you in trouble. Matthew isn’t after your woman. He doesn’t have time; he’s too busy being a father and running this ranch. Now, Jeffrey is another story. I know all about the rivalry between you boys, and I think I’m a fairly good judge of people. I know Jeffrey is no saint, and I know he loves a good challenge. You only succeed in encouraging him when you play into his hands. Marry this girl, and do it fast. Get her away from your brother, but don’t push her away with your jealousy.”

  He kissed her cheek. “Thank you for your support. I wish you could talk some sense into Jessica. I’d get married today if she would consent, but she wants a big wedding in the spring.”

  Virginia shook her head. “You might not have that long.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of, too.”

  He pushed the button that would carry her chair down the lift. She never ceased to make a grand entrance. Because of the diamonds and emeralds that her beloved husband had insisted upon showering her with, she always sparkled. Not that she minded in the least, though. She loved to turn heads, and she was well aware that in her day she had turned quite a few.

  Most of the people in the room had known her a lifetime. They had laughed with her and wept with her, supporting her through many trials and tribulations in her life. They showered her with affection, inquired after her health, and invited her to teas they knew she had no intention of attending. They were her friends.

  Her health had been failing for some time now. Her eyesight had diminished to almost blindness, yet she knew and remembered every face in the room. And of course, now Brandon’s new lady was here. She hoped she would give her some grandchildren, before she was too blind to see them.

  Brandon escorted her to the head of the table, and then took his place at the other end. Matthew sat on one side of her, and Jessica on the other. Someday, she would abdicate her position as host to her. She wished Jeffrey could be here as well, but she knew it was best that he wasn’t.

  She knew the cooks had spent days preparing for this meal. She smiled fondly at the memory of her bustling around the kitchen for so many years, supervising the preparations. It occurred to her now that she didn’t know who had assumed that task. She would have to remember to ask Brandon.

  As she took her place at the head of the table, all the guests rose. And when she sat in her seat, they followed suit. A prayer of thanksgiving was said, and then wine was poured.

  In keeping with tradition, a toast was made before the first course was served. Raising her glass high, Virginia signaled for others to do the same.

  She began the toast, “My dear family and friends, once again we are gathered on this joyous occasion to give thanks for our profitable year, and to the good Lord for seeing us all through another long year.” This brought a rousing round of applause from the older generation scattered around the table, and giggles from the younger.

  “We have another reason to be thankful this year.” She looked to Jessica, and then back at her guests. “It appears that my son, Brandon has finally found someone who will put up with him.” They all laughed. “I know most of you have already met her, but I would like to formally introduce you to my future daughter-in-law. Please join me in welcoming Miss Jessica Crawford to our table, and into our lives.”

  The room sounded like a rehearsal for a musical symphony as glasses clinked against each other and a roar of congratulations erupted. Brandon smiled at Jessica, who returned his smile. To anyone who happened to be closely watching, there was the faintest hint of apprehension in her smile. Virginia was wa
tching.

  “I hope this coming year will be as joyous as this one past,” she continued, “and that we all remain as healthy and happy as we are today. I would also like to add a note of prayer for my youngest son, Jeffrey. I hope that his latest adventure, wherever he may be, is filling him with adventure and knowledge that we will be fortunate to have him share with us upon his return. May he stay safe, and may God bring him home to us next year.”

  Jessica glanced at Brandon, but could not read his expression. She also noticed that the majority of the people seated at the table had cast their eyes downward at the mention of Jeffrey’s name.

  The sipping of her wine signaled an end to the toast and a beginning of the meal. Talking resumed, conversation now kept light. Brandon seemed somewhat somber, but otherwise unaffected by the mention of his brother.

  “I daresay, dear, one day soon, you will be taking my place as hostess of this table. I hope you are adept at toasting.”

  Jessica started to protest, but Brandon stopped her. His glance told her that his mother knew she would not be in this world much longer, and it was important to her to leave things in capable hands.

  “I just hope I can live up to the expectations of the job. I will certainly do my best.”

  Virginia laughed lightheartedly. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be just fine. As a matter of fact, you’ll probably do much better than I,” she said.

  “It’s a big responsibility. I don’t mind admitting I’m overwhelmed by the prospect.”

  “It will come to you. My best advice is, don’t take it too seriously; take your time and enjoy the job.”

  She finished her meal and rose from the table, just as the staff began serving dessert. “I’d better skip dessert; I’m trying to maintain my girly figure.”

  Jessica laughed with genuine delight. She revered this woman’s charm, grace, and beauty.

  “Thank you all for coming today. I’m sure you’ll understand if I don’t stay for the dancing.”

  Brandon rose abruptly from his seat and took his mother’s arm. The rest of the guests rose out of respect as mother and son made their way to the door. She turned one last time and waved good night.

  “Jessica, I hope you will come and see me before I settle in for the night.”

  “Of course, I’ll come up in just a little while.”

  She waved again and was gone. Jessica turned to the guests who were all staring at her. She was trying to figure out what they all wanted. Then she realized they were expecting her to pick up where Virginia had left off. She smiled politely, sat in her seat, picked up her fork, and began eating her dessert. They all did likewise, and Jessica fidgeted nervously. She looked at Matthew, who smiled, nodding encouragement. He leaned across the table and squeezed her hand.

  “You’re going to be great.”

  They heard the music start in the ballroom. Matthew stood and offered his arm to Jessica.

  “Shall we dance?”

  “I always wanted someone to say that to me,” she said, laughing.

  “It’s tradition for the hostess to start the dance.”

  “Then I don’t have a choice. Lead the way please.”

  He escorted her to the ballroom, just as Brandon was descending the stairs. “Mother’s ready to see you now,” he informed Jessica.

  “Oh, all right.” She turned to Matthew. “I guess you’ll have to find someone else to start the dancing. I’ll take a rain check, though.”

  He beamed. “I’ll hold you to it.”

  She knocked softly on the door and waited for an invitation to enter. She found her sitting up in her bed with one soft lamp glowing beside her. She was running her hands over a framed photograph.

  “Brandon said you were ready to see me.”

  “Yes, of course. Please come in.”

  “He was a handsome man,” Jessica said, pointing at the photo she held in her hands.

  She nodded and Jessica swore she saw the faintest hint of a tear in the corner of her eye.

  “I loved him very much. I’m lost without him.”

  An oversized chair stood beside her bed, which, apparently, someone had placed for the sole purpose of seating visitors. Jessica eased herself into it.

  “You know, I think it’s his death that has allowed my health to deteriorate so rapidly. I’m dying of a broken heart.” She sighed. “This is the price you pay for having children late in life. We were having so much fun; we didn’t have time for children. Then Brandon came along. I was well into my forties by then, but the instant they laid him in my arms, I wanted another. I never guessed how joyful motherhood could be. I hope you don’t make the same mistake.”

  “Brandon and I both agree we want to start a family right away.”

  “That’s good. I approve. Are you having a wonderful visit?”

  Jessica brightened. “Yes, I am. Thank you so much for inviting me. Your home is beautiful, and dinner was marvelous.”

  “It is the highlight of my year. I do so wish Jeffrey could have been here.” She noticed Jessica blush and saw her cast her eyes downward. “Have you met Jeffrey yet? I never know what’s going on with those boys, especially Jeffrey. He travels so much; he’s hardly ever home.”

  “I have met him, but only briefly,” she lied. “Last winter, when Brandon and I first met, I was in somewhat of a bind regarding a work project. He helped me out by loaning me the use of your home in California; it really suited my needs. Jeffrey was there.”

  “I see. And what did you think of my youngest son?”

  “Well, he’s quite a charmer, and quite full of himself,” she blurted out, and then slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe that just popped out like that.”

  Virginia laughed loudly and patted Jessica’s hand. “That’s quite all right, dear,” she said, bringing her laughter under control. “He is rather arrogant, and quite spoiled. I must admit.”

  Jessica took a deep breath. “He doesn’t get along well with Brandon.”

  “He doesn’t get along well with anyone,” she corrected.

  “Enough about my boys, though. Tell me about your mother. I hear she is a jewel. I do so wish you had invited her to spend the holiday with us.”

  “Brandon did invite her, but I’m afraid she had to decline. She and her new husband flew out to California to spend the holiday with his son. He and his wife have a new baby, so they are fawning over her.”

  “How special for them. Is it hard being separated from your mother?”

  “A little,” she confessed. “It’s the first holiday we’ve spent apart. I think I’m okay with it, though. This was definitely an experience. Mother and I usually spend a quiet day together. Sometimes the pastor of her church comes over, and sometimes he will dine with another member of the congregation. I think he holds out for the best pie.” They both giggled.

  “Do you have any siblings?”

  She shook her head. A look of sadness crossed her face, hindering her smile. “My father left when I was a little girl. Mother never remarried until this year.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” Jessica only nodded. “Well,” Virginia said, trying to lighten the mood, “you’ll have to have lots of children to make up for it.”

  “I’m sure Mother would love that.”

  “Brandon tells me you’re a photographer.”

  “I am,” she said with pride. “A fashion photographer for a magazine, but after we’re married I’m going to start my own business photographing people’s homes and families.”

  “Well then, let me be your first customer. We haven’t had a family portrait done in quite some time.”

  “Okay then; a family portrait is on the agenda.”

  “You must include yourself in it.”

  “That can work; just leave it up to me.” She suddenly noted fatigue on Virginia’s face and fell silent.

  “Well dear, it’s been lovely chatting with you, but I am quite tired now, and you had better get down and enjoy some of th
at dancing, before the musicians wear themselves out.”

  Jessica rose and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ve really enjoyed our talk. May I come back tomorrow?”

  “I hope you do.”

  She left the room, pulling the door shut behind her. She hurried down the stairs, looking for Brandon. She spotted him with Matthew standing in the corner of the room, engaged in what appeared to be an intense argument. Matthew looked defensive. She wondered about the cause of the argument. Instead of going to find out, she headed in the opposite direction, away from the feuding brothers.

  The dancing was in full swing, and immediately someone whisked her onto the dance floor. She swung quickly around to see who her abductor was, and smiled admiringly into the face of Brandon’s most important client.

  “Why, Mr. Johnson, you startled me!” she exclaimed.

  “I am sorry, pretty lady, but I thought I’d better take advantage of you being alone, before someone snatches you away.”

  “I‘m flattered. However, I would have gladly shared a dance with you if you had just asked. The night is young, you know, and I am sure there will be many dances this evening.”

  “Yes, but not too many when your future husband is out of the room. He’s quite protective of you, if you haven’t noticed.”

  “I’m afraid I have,” she admitted, frowning. She had thought, or rather hoped, he was only this way with Jeffrey, but after witnessing the scene between Matthew and him, she was beginning to wonder.

  The dance ended. Mr. Johnson bowed to her and swept gracefully away, leaving her standing alone again. She swept the room with her eyes, but she was unable to see any sign of Brandon. She sighed with relief when she spied Matthew in the far corner, talking with Mrs. Waverly. She hurried to him.

  “Matthew,” she said, interrupting the conversation, “I can’t find Brandon. Do you know what happened to him?”

  Mrs. Waverly gave Jessica a reproachful glare and scampered away to her next victim. Matthew laughed lightly at her display of temper. “Mrs. Waverly is a widow and is looking for a new husband. I’m afraid you’ve spoiled her flirtation with me.”

  “Oh, dear,” Jessica apologized, hiding a snicker behind her hand. She waved in her direction, a slight shrug to her shoulder. “Shall I go and fetch her back?”