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“Got me there.”
“But if you ever have to earn a few extra, you make a very fine omelette.” She rose, taking both of the plates to the sink. “I appreciate a decent cook, as it’s not a skill I have, nor one I care to develop.”
He came up behind her, ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arms and back again in one long stroke. “Going to wash my dishes?”
“No.” She wanted to stretch like a satisfied cat, but thought it wiser not to. “But I might be persuaded to dry them for you.”
She let him turn her around, kept her eyes on his as he lowered his head. Then, with not a little regret, placed her fingers on his lips before they touched hers. “Here’s what I’m thinking. Either of us could seduce the other with considerable style if not much effort.”
“Okay. Let me go first.”
Her laugh was low and smooth. “And however satisfied we might be after, it’s early days yet. Let’s keep that adventure for another time.”
He gathered her a little closer. “Why wait? You’re the fatalist.”
“Clever. But we’ll wait because I’ve a mind to. I’ve a very strong mind.” She tapped his lips with her finger once, then drew back.
“Me, too.” Deliberately, he lifted her hand to his lips again, brushed them over her palm, then her knuckles.
“I like that. I might just come back for more, another time. And as things are, I believe I’ll leave the dishes to you after all. Now, will you walk me out like a proper gentleman?”
“Tell me,” he said as they started out of the kitchen, “how many men have you wrapped around your finger to date?”
“Oh, I’ve lost count. But none of them seemed to mind it.” She glanced back as the phone began to ring. “Do you need to answer?”
“The machine’ll get it.”
“Answering machines and faxes. I wonder what Old Maude would think.” She stepped outside and off the stoop to where the flowers were dancing in the breeze. “You look suited to this place,” she said after a moment’s study of him. “And I imagine you look just as suited to some lofty boardroom.”
He reached down to snap off a spray of verbena and handed it to her. “Come back.”
“Oh, I imagine I’ll wander your way again.” She tucked the flower into her hair as she turned to the
garden gate.
He saw then why he hadn’t heard her drive up. She’d ridden a bike. “Darcy, if you’ll wait a minute, I’ll drive you back down.”
“No need. Good day to you, Trevor Magee.”
She straddled the bike and steered down the narrow drive and into the bumps and ditches the locals claimed was a road. And managed, Trevor noted, to look outrageously sexy doing it.
Since he stopped by the site after going into the village, it was after noon when he walked to the Gallagher house. His knock was answered by the barking of a dog, a throaty, excitable sound that made him take a cautious step in reverse. He was an urbanite and had a healthy respect for anything capable of making that kind of noise. The barking stopped seconds before the door opened, but the dog itself sat beside Jude, madly thumping its tail. Trevor had seen the dog a time or two, but at a distance. He hadn’t realized the thing was quite so large.
“Hello, Trevor. How nice. Come in.”
“Ah . . .” He glanced meaningfully at the dog, and Jude laughed.
“Finn’s harmless. I promise. He just likes to make a racket so I’ll think he’s protecting me. Say good day to Mr. Magee,” Jude ordered, and Finn obediently lifted a huge paw.
“I’d like to stay on his good side.” Hoping the dog would let him keep all his fingers, Trevor shook, hand to paw.
“I can put him out back if he worries you.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” He hoped. “I’m sorry to interrupt your day. I was hoping you had a minute.”
“I’ve several minutes. Come in and sit down. Can I get you some tea? Have you had lunch? Shawn sent down a lovely casserole.”
“No, nothing, thanks, I’m fine. Don’t go to any trouble.”
“It’s not a bit of trouble,” she began, but she pressed one hand to the small of her back and the other to her belly as she stepped back.
“You sit down.” Trevor took her arm and steered her textStyle2">to the living room. “I’ll confess, large dogs and pregnant women unnerve me.”
It wasn’t true. Large dogs might have unnerved him, but pregnant women melted him. But the statement got her to a chair.
“I promise neither of us will bite.” But she sat, gratefully. “I swore I was going to stay calm and graceful through this experience. I’m pretty calm yet, but I said good-bye to grace at the six-month point.”
“You look like you’re handling it well. Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”
“No, we want to be surprised.” She laid a hand on Finn’s head when he came to sit by her chair. Trevor noted she didn’t have to reach far. “I took a walk last evening and looked at your site. You’re making progress.”
“Steady. This time next year you’ll be able to walk down and take in a show.”
“I’m looking forward to it, very much. It must be satisfying to turn your visions into reality.”
“Isn’t that what you’re doing? With your books, with your baby?”
“I like you. Are you comfortable enough to tell me what’s on your mind?”
He waited a beat. “I forgot you’re a psychologist.”
“I taught psychology.” In a gesture of apology, she lifted her hands, let them fall again. “In the last year or so I’ve cured myself of being too shy to say what I’m thinking. The result has pros and cons. I don’t mean to be pushy.”
“I came here to ask you something, talk to you about something. You figured it out. That’s not pushy, that’s . . . efficient,” he said after a moment. “One of my favorite words lately. Carrick and Gwen.”
“Yes?” Now she folded her hands, looking serene and easy. “What about them?”
“You believe they exist? Existed?” he corrected.
“I know they exist.” She saw the doubt in his eyes and took a moment to gather her thoughts. “We’re from a different place, you and I. New York, Chicago. Urban, sophisticated, our lives based on facts and the tangible of the everyday.”
He saw where she was going and nodded. “We’re not there anymore.”
“No, we’re not there anymore. This is a place that . . . ‘thrives’ isn’t the word I want, because it doesn’t need to thrive. It just is. This place that’s home for me now, this place that’s drawn you to build one of your dreams here, isn’t just apart from where we came from because of history or geography. It understands things we’ve forgotten.”
“Reality is reality, whatever part of the world you’re standing in.”
“I thought that once. If you still do, why do Carrick and Gwen worry you?”
“Interest me.”
“Have you seen her?”
“No.”
“Him, then.”
Trevor hesitated, remembering the man who’d appeared near Saint Declan’s Well. “I don’t believe in faeries.”
“I imagine Carrick believes in you,” Jude murmured. “I want to show you something.” She started to rise,cursed under her breath, then held up a hand, waving it testily when Trevor got to his feet. “No, damn it, I’m not ready to be hauled up every time I sit down. Just a minute.” She shifted, then boosted herself out, belly first, by pushing her hands against the arms of the chair. “ Relax. It’ll take me a minute. I’m not as light on my feet as I used to be.”
As she walked out, Trevor sat back down. He and Finn eyed each other with interest and suspicion. “I’m not going to steal the silverware, so let’s both just stay in our respective corners.”
As if it had been an invitation, Finn sauntered over and planted both forepaws in Trevor’s lap.
“Christ.” Gingerly, Trevor lifted the dog’s feet out of his crotch. “Perfect aim. Now I know why my father never l
et me have that puppy. Down!”
At the command Finn’s butt hit the floor, then he lovingly licked Trevor’s hand.
“There, you’ve made friends.”
Trevor glanced up at Jude and barely resisted squirming to relieve the throbbing in his balls. “You bet.”
“Go lie down, Finn.” Jude gave the dog an absent pat before sitting on the hassock at Trevor’s feet. “Do you know what this is?” She opened her hand, held it out. Centered in her palm was a clear and brilliant stone.
“At a glance it looks like a diamond, and given the size, I’d say it’s a very nicely faceted piece of glass.”
“A diamond, first water, between eighteen and twenty carats. I got a book, a loupe, and figured it out. I didn’t want to take it to a jeweler. Go ahead,” she invited, “take a closer look.”
Trevor took it out of her hand, held it to the light streaming through the front window. “Why didn’t you want to take it to a jeweler?”
“It seemed rude, as it was a gift. I visited cousin Maude’s grave last year, and I watched Carrick pour a flood of these out of the silver bag he wears at his belt. I watched them bloom into flowers, except for this one that lay sparkling in the blossoms.”
