brandy.
Now that it's done, we're beginning renovations. Two of the bedrooms are finished. And the nursery's lovely.
Humph.
She'd come specifically to see the children and only secondarily to drive Coco mad.
Where is everyone? I come to see my family and find nothing but strangers.
They'll be along. We're having a dinner party tonight, Aunt Colleen.
Coco kept the
brilliant smile plastered on her face.
Trent's father's joining us for a few days.
Aging playboy,
Colleen mumbled into her brandy.
You.
She pointed at Megan.
Accountant, aren't you?
Yes, ma'am.
Megan's a whiz with figures,
Coco said desperately.
We're so grateful she's here.
And Kevin, too, of course. He's a darling boy.
I'm talking to the girl, Cordelia. Go fuss in the kitchen.
But—
Go on, go on.
With an apologetic look for Megan, Coco fled.
The boy'll be nine soon?
Yes, in a couple of months.
She was prepared, braced, for a scathing comment on his lineage.
Tapping her fingers on the arm of the chair, Colleen nodded.
Get along with
Suzanna's brood, does he?
Very well. They've rarely been apart since we arrived.
Megan did her best not to
squirm.
It's been wonderful for him. And for me.
Dumont bothering you?
Megan blinked.
I beg your pardon?
Don't be a fool, girl, I asked if that excuse for a human being has been bothering you.
Megan's spine straightened like a steel rod.
No. I haven't seen or heard from Baxter since before Kevin was born.
You will.
Colken scowled and leaned forward. She wanted to get a handle on this
Megan O'Riley.
He's been making inquiries.
Megan's fingers clenched on the snifter of brandy.
I don't understand.
Poking his nose in, asking questions.
Colleen gave her cane an imperious thump.
How do you know?
I keep my ear to the ground when it comes to family.