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Forrest nodded. He knew a whole lot more than that but couldn’t say any of it. Family secrets were ugly contenders at times and had thrown many a wrench in his plans over the years.
“You could make it that way again,” Roger said. “Hans would like that. He was never impressed with your father.”
“Was anyone ever impressed with Galen?” Forrest asked sarcastically.
“No,” Roger replied swiftly. “No one.”
“What about when he first moved here?” Forrest asked, fishing for information. “I know my mother and your wife were friends—were you and Galen ever friendly?”
“No. Even before Rose died, there had been no friendship between Galen and me.” Leaning forward, Roger rested both elbows on his desk and tapped the ends of his fingers together. “You didn’t answer my question earlier—what about the Plantation? Who’s going to run it while you’re flying mail across the country every day?”
Forrest nodded, mainly to give himself a moment to respond. Slowly, precisely, he said, “Galen, if he has his way.”
Roger’s scowl turned darker than his black shirt.
“He’s being released,” Forrest said.
“Hell!” Roger erupted from his chair, slapping his desk. “That’s a lie.”
“It’s true,” Forrest said. “My mother called. Said Galen was getting a new trial and most likely, due to time served, will get out shortly.”
“Trials can’t happen that fast,” Roger insisted. “They can’t.”
“Well, apparently they can,” Forrest replied, without further explanation. That wasn’t important. “And Roger,” he said seriously, “when Galen gets out, he’s going to be gunning for you.”
* * *
A noise had Twyla spinning, glancing up and down the hallway. The long walkway to the kitchen was empty, as was the shorter distance that led to the entrance of the resort. The coast was still clear. She lifted the glass to the door again and pressed her ear to the other end. So far all she’d heard was her father shout once. Even then the only word she’d heard was hell. Her father used the expletive often, so that didn’t necessarily mean the conversation he was holding with Forrest was a bad one, but her insides said it couldn’t be good. She was also betting the topic was her.
She’d knocked down two dancers and a waitress trying to get out of the ballroom when she’d spied her father and Forrest heading toward his office. By the time she’d helped everyone up and found someone to clean up the mess, the office door was shut tight. Everyone knew you didn’t interrupt one of Roger Nightingale’s closed-door meetings.
“What are you doing?”
She spun around so fast the glass tumbled to the floor. Seeing Josie, Twyla released a sigh of relief and picked up the glass. “Forrest is in there with father,” she whispered.
“So?”
“So?” Grabbing her sister’s arm, Twyla dragged Josie down the hall toward the kitchen. “You know what that could mean, don’t you?”
“What what could mean?”
Twyla wanted to shake her sister. “Forrest,” she hissed. “He’s still in love with Norma Rose.”
Josie shook her head as if Twyla had just said the sky was falling, as if what she’d said was an impossibility.
Twyla crossed her arms. She was right. Josie had to know that.
Her sister made no move at first, but then Josie straightened the buckle on the gold belt she had around her waist. Her red-and-gold outfit was gorgeous and she looked fabulous, which was strange. Josie normally wore pants and loose-fitting shirts, claiming she went for comfort long before fashion. Twyla couldn’t understand that. Fashion was everything. She’d walk around with blisters on her feet before wearing a pair of shoes that didn’t match her dress.
Pulling her attention away from her sister’s outfit, Twyla repeated, “Forrest is still in love with Norma Rose.”
“I doubt that,” Josie said.
“I don’t,” Twyla insisted.
Josie shook her head. “Forrest caring about Norma Rose is a moot point. She’s in love with Ty.”
“Forrest could make her question that,” Twyla replied. “Maybe cause her and Ty to break up, and turn everything back to how it was.”
“You really believe that?”
“Yes,” Twyla said. “I don’t want things to go back to how they were. And you shouldn’t, either.”
“I don’t, and they won’t,” Josie said confidently. “Norma Rose and Ty will soon be married. Which means we’ll both be needed more than ever to keep this place running.” Taking the glass from Twyla’s hand, Josie added, “Now stop being silly. We have over three hundred people here tonight. You need to be in the ballroom ensuring they are having a good time.”
