Up Close and Personal. Fern Michaels

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      Once he’d asked his mother why Mitzi wasn’t married and her response was that Mitzi had had her heart broken and didn’t trust another man to mend it. His mother seemed to approve of her sister’s wild and wicked lifestyle. In later years, he thought his mother would have liked to cut loose, but her up-bringing wouldn’t allow it. His father made no pretense of liking Mitzi. He called her a disgrace to the family, a rebel who chased rainbows. Mitzi retaliated by saying he was a shitty lawyer with his brains in his ass. After she thumbed her nose at him, she attacked Sarabess Windsor and hinted at secrets she would divulge when she wrote her memoirs. Jake was a kid at the time, and it was the first time he saw fear on anyone’s face. It wasn’t until years later that he wondered why his aunt’s words would make his father so fearful.

      From that day forward, Mitzi had taunted his father with her dark secrets. His father had made it his business not to respond to her taunts, Southern gentleman that he was, and never to be in Mitzi’s company if he could help it.

      One of these days I’ll have to ferret out those secrets. One of these days…

      Jake was tying the knot in his tie when his doorbell rang. He looked at his watch. He was almost certain it wasn’t Mitzi, who at the moment was probably exercising, turning herself into a pretzel. Amanda Pettijohn? He laughed at that ridiculous thought. Then, who?

      Jake didn’t bother to look through the little peephole. He yanked open the door and found his father. “I know it’s early, Jake, but I thought I would stop by before you left for the office. I have court all morning, so I won’t be in the office till after lunch.”

      What happened to, “Hello, Son”? Jake wondered as he motioned for his father to enter the apartment. Elway skirted his father’s ankles, his back arched and the fur standing on end. What does that mean? Jake wondered. Mitzi would probably say it meant the cat didn’t like Rifkin Forrest.

      “What’s up, Pop?” Jake asked coolly. If his father came for an apology, he was going to grow a beard before that happened. “Coffee?”

      “No thanks. I had some earlier. Look, I’m sorry about last night. I’m here to ask you if you’ll go up to Windsor Hill to talk to Mrs. Windsor. She wants to hire you. You, Jake, not me.”

      “I’m not taking on any new clients. What part of ‘I don’t want anything to do with Miz Sarabess Windsor’ didn’t you understand? There are two other lawyers in this town, let her hire them. I’m not interested, and you know what else? I resent you trying to coerce me into it. Maybe you make house calls, but I don’t.”

      “Jake, I think you know I wouldn’t ask you to do this if it wasn’t important. Can’t you do it for me? If Mrs. Windsor is agreeable to an office visit, will you at least talk with her?”

      Jake snorted. “I don’t think so. For the second time, what part of ‘I want nothing to do with Sarabess Windsor’ don’t you understand? How many times do I have to say it? I never made a secret about my feelings where Sarabess Windsor was concerned. Mom might have closed her eyes to it all, but mine were wide-open. You put that in your pipe and smoke it, Pop. By the way, Mitzi stopped by earlier to make breakfast for me. Did you know she’s writing her memoirs? I’m going to represent her,” he lied, with a straight face.

      Rifkin’s eyes narrowed. “Your aunt has supposedly been writing her memoirs for twenty-five years. I’m sure she hasn’t written a word, and there’s no reason to think she’ll actually sit down on that bony ass of hers to do it now, either. My guess would be that she’s bored and wants to stir up trouble. She excels at stirring up trouble.”

      Jake turned belligerent. He hated such discussions with his father. He really hated it when his father turned on Mitzi. For some reason, the old man always made him feel like an errant schoolboy whose punishment he was debating. “Oh, yeah, well, how do you explain the fact that she’s on chapter six? She’s doing it!” he lied again. “What do you think of that?”

      “What I think, young man, is, you’re acting like a petulant schoolboy and lying about Mitzi. I wish you’d reconsider and talk with Mrs. Windsor.”

      “You do have a one-track mind, don’t you? You’re the one on retainer with the Windsor family, not me. I’m way past the age when you can tell me what to do, Pop. I gotta go now.”

      Elway scurried around his ankles. Jake bent down and picked him up. He was stunned when the mangy old cat started to purr. For some reason, Jake felt a lump form in his throat. Mitzi always said every single person in the world needed someone at one point in their lives. He wasn’t sure, but it looked like Elway needed him right now. And he suddenly needed Elway to hold on to, for some strange reason. He made a move to open the door for his father to leave.

      Rifkin’s narrowed eyes were now mean-looking slits. “Jacob, would it make a difference to you if I told you the reason Mrs. Windsor wants to see you has to do with your old childhood friend Trinity Henderson?”

      There was that name from his past again. Elway was purring so loudly, Jake felt light-headed as he struggled with his father’s words and the cat’s un-characteristic behavior. He needed to say something and he needed to say it now. “No, it wouldn’t.”

      The door was wide-open. Elway could leap out of his arms at any second and be lost to him. He wished his father would leave. He stepped forward, Elway secure in his arms. As Rifkin walked through the door, he said, “You’re turning into a jackass, Jacob.”

      Jake knew his mother would be appalled at his response. Mitzi would clap him on the back and say something witty. “Takes one to know one,” Jake muttered under his breath. An instant later, he was sorry. The man was his father, and he owed him a modicum of respect. Just a modicum.

      When the door closed tightly, Jake locked it. Only then did Elway leap out of his arms to head for the couch, where he settled down in the mound of pillows and started to groom himself. Jake walked back to the kitchen for a second cup of coffee. If it hadn’t been so early, he would have poured a jolt of Southern Comfort into the coffee. Instead, he added three sugars and some heavy cream.

      As he sipped at the coffee, Jake’s mind raced. What the hell was going on that involved Trinity Henderson? More to the point, why was Sarabess Windsor interested in Trinity? Sarabess had to be aware of his feelings where she was concerned. Over the years he’d never made a secret of those feelings, to his father’s chagrin. Yet, Sarabess had sent his father to plead her case. “Well, lady, you can plead till the proverbial cows come home, and I still won’t give you the time of day.”

      Jake rinsed his coffee cup, set out some food and water for Elway, and left the apartment. The minute he reached the office he was going to do an Internet search to see if he could locate his old playmate. Something was going on, and he wanted to know what it was.

      Chapter 5

      Sarabess Windsor, dressed in beige linen and sensible heels, walked through her garden’s early-summer flowers. While she appeared to be admiring the colorful blooms, her thoughts were far away. Then she looked down at the begonias, which were huge and healthy-looking. There were no yellow leaves on the geraniums. The borders of impatiens were more vibrant than in any other year in her memory. Maybe she should think about giving the gardener a raise. She realized the improbability of that. She sniffed as she strolled along the cobbled garden path. She loved the sweet scent of the Confederate jasmine that was carried throughout the garden by the warm June breeze. Emily had always loved the scent of jasmine.

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