The Elliotts: Secret Affairs. Susan Crosby

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      “I’m glad to see you taking care of yourself,” Scarlet said to her aunt. “I worry about you. Everyone’s worried about you.”

      “It’s only a year out of my life. I’ll manage. After I win, I’ll take some time off.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

      “Did you go home last night or sleep on the couch in your office?”

      “Office,” she said lazily. “Everything going okay with the new project?”

      “Everything’s great.”

      “It’s comfortable working with John?”

      “It’s fine.” Scarlet didn’t want to get into it with Fin. “It’s business.”

      “And how’s the new intern working out?”

      “Good. Jessie’s got the eye, Fin. I think you should seriously consider keeping her on. She’ll land someplace. Might as well be with us rather than with a competitor.”

      The door opened. “Ms. Elliott, Magda says if you can come now, she can give you forty-five minutes.”

      “Tell her I’ll be right there, please.”

      She scooted close to her aunt and tapped her arm, making her open her eyes. “We all want you to win, Aunt Finny. But we all want you healthy when you do.”

      “I’ll be fine. Go.”

      Scarlet made sure an attendant knew not to let Fin stay in there for more than fifteen minutes. She would undoubtedly sleep, and could easily end up in the sauna for hours without anyone knowing.

      An hour later, exercised, steamed and massaged, Scarlet headed for the elevator, feeling utterly relaxed. She would go shoe shopping, she decided. It would help her pass the time.

      “Ms. Elliott,” said a gym attendant, running to catch up and sounding frantic as Scarlet waited for the elevator. “Your grandfather would like to see you.”

      To her credit, Scarlet didn’t groan, but thanked the young man and hit the up button. If she hadn’t taken time to indulge herself with a massage she would’ve been long gone by now. She sighed at her bad timing.

      Scarlet had been to the twenty-third floor surprisingly few times in her life, and not at all since she’d been working at Charisma. Her grandfather’s office was furnished in an old European style, like The Tides and the Manhattan town house, with antiques that he and Gram had collected on their travels. The familiarity should’ve helped to make her feel comfortable, but it never had, not when the man himself was present.

      Had Gram told him about the note in the balloon? She’d said she wouldn’t, but …

      Mrs. Bitton, his assistant/watchdog, wasn’t at her desk, and the door to his inner office was open. She peeked in.

      He was on the phone and waved her in.

      “I will be there in time,” he said gently into the telephone. “And I’m not working too hard, cushla macree. In fact, Scarlet just stopped by, so I’m going to visit with her for a while, then I’ll head home.”

      Scarlet shook her head at his ability to twist things for his own purposes. As if she would just stop by on her own. Ha!

      She wandered to the opposite wall to study a painting of her grandmother as a young bride. Most of the Elliott women took after her in one way or another. In this pose, Scarlet could see Fin’s heritage directly.

      “Prettiest woman on earth,” her grandfather said, coming up beside her.

      “Inside and out,” Scarlet said.

      “Why she’s put up with me all these years only God knows.”

      Her instinct was to agree with him. Because of that, she didn’t.

      “No comment, missy?”

      She smiled and shrugged. He invited her to sit in one of the wingback chairs in front of his desk. Surprisingly, he sat in the other instead of taking his position of authority behind the desk.

      Hmm. He must not want to intimidate her this time. What was going on?

      “Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

      Curiouser and curiouser. “I’m fine, thanks. What’s up, Granddad?”

      “Are you dating anyone in particular these days?”

      She went on full alert. “Why?”

      “Just making conversation.”

      “Since when?” The words slipped out before she could stop them. She regretted being sarcastic, but his question worried her. Did he know about John? No. He would’ve been direct if he knew.

      His lips compressed. “Can’t I be interested in your life?”

      “So, you’re just making conversation? You really don’t care if or who I’m dating, right?”

      “Of course I do.” He shifted in his chair, obviously uncomfortable.

      “What if I told you I was dating, oh, say, John Harlan?” Was she stupid or brave to test him? she wondered.

      “I would know you were just being obstinate about answering.”

      “Why?”

      “You would never betray your sister like that.”

      Betray. Of all the reasons she’d come up with for why she couldn’t see John beyond this month, it had never entered her mind that she would be betraying Summer. Summer had given up John. Period. Scarlet hadn’t stolen him. But Granddad would see it as a betrayal, probably because it would be like shoving Summer’s nose in her mistake, a reminder of how much she’d hurt another human being.

      “Nor would John go out with you,” he added. “Don’t even joke about such a thing. Although I was surprised to see you dance with him.”

      Scarlet couldn’t find words to reply.

      “Okay, I can take a hint,” he said after a few seconds. “No personal questions. I called you up here because I’ve been hearing good things about the job you’re doing. Competent and creative, that’s what people are saying. I wanted you to know I’m proud of you.”

      Scarlet was stunned into further silence. She couldn’t remember her grandfather ever doling out compliments to her. “Thank you,” she managed to say, fighting back the sting of tears.

      “I’m looking to you now, Scarlet. Summer has gone off to live in sin with that rock star. Even if she does come back to work, she’ll probably have babies soon. I think you’ll stick around. You’re not one to romanticize.”

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