An Unlikely Match. Arlene James

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СКАЧАТЬ he was aging. His aching knee called attention to itself at that moment, and he very nearly turned and walked out, mentally fabricating excuses for his aunts.

      He did no such thing, of course. At thirty-eight, he was still in his prime. Plus, he was a Chatam, after all, as well as a very busy attorney, too busy to pay attention to old aches and pains. His sudden weariness could be attributed to this being Friday, the end of a long week, the third in the too-short, often dreary month of February.

      “Asher, dear.”

      The sound of his aunt’s voice recalled him to his duty. Dropping his coat over the seat of an armless side chair, he strode forward to leave a kiss against her soft cheek.

      “Aunt Hypatia. It’s good to see you. Is there an emergency?”

      He could surely be excused for assuming such was the case. Though the aunties were a bit outdated in their mannerisms and sensibilities—Asher’s father, Murdock, insisted that his older sisters had been born a hundred years too late—Asher had never before received a message from them. This one had arrived, written on ivory vellum and hand-delivered by the aunts’ middle-aged factotum, Chester, only an hour earlier, requesting his presence at Chatam House as soon after five o’clock in the afternoon as possible. Naturally he had rearranged his schedule and appeared, as summoned, at barely a quarter past the appointed hour.

      “Not an emergency, per se,” Hypatia answered carefully.

      “There is, however, a problem,” Mags added, summoning him to her side. He craned around the piecrust table and bussed her leathery cheek, then repeated the process with Odelia’s plump one.

      For once, Odelia, who was seated next to Mags on the settee, did not giggle. In fact, she barely smiled, nor had she yet spoken. Lovingly referred to by her nieces and nephews as Auntie Od, the woman was usually effusive to the point of silliness, which made this uncharacteristic solemnity seem ominous at best.

      “What’s wrong?” Asher asked.

      “It’s the Monroes, dear,” Hypatia informed him kindly, signaling the elder Monroe with a regal wave of her hand.

      “Well, you see—” Kent Monroe began.

      “Our house caught fire,” Ellie interjected quickly.

      Some things, Asher noted wryly, had not changed. Ellie had always exhibited an unfortunate tendency to interrupt. He raised his brows at her, as he always used to do, in silent rebuke—only to tumble headlong into her wide, violet eyes. Surprised, he forced his attention back to the matter at hand.

      “It’s not a total loss by any means,” she was going on blithely. “The smell is the worst of it, really, but that should prove no real problem. It’s amazing how they have products now that can just take odors out of the air, isn’t it?” She continued on about air fresheners and the unreasonable strictures of the fire department.

      For an instant, Asher felt himself once more being pulled under by those dark-lashed eyes, and he realized that he was staring. He retreated swiftly to the fireplace. Parking himself there, he paused to take stock of the gathering in the huge, gilt-framed mirror above the mantle.

      The first face to jump out at him from that group reflection was, of course, Ellie’s. Rounded and apple-cheeked, her face seemed made of sweetness, a disturbingly adult sweetness. Her unusual coloring—pale pink skin, dark hair and sparkling violet eyes—added a sense of the ethereal to a face that could only be described as…enchanting.

      He felt a strange sense of alarm. This was Ellie, for goodness’ sake, little Ellie Monroe, his baby sister’s best friend.

      She turned sideways on the edge of her seat, watching him with a wide, troubled gaze. He felt a sudden urge to bolt from the room. Instead, he turned and folded his arms, targeting Kent Monroe with a penetrating gaze.

      “I’m sorry for your trouble. What exactly does this all mean?”

      “The house is structurally sound but uninhabitable,” Mr. Monroe said, glancing at Ellie apologetically.

      “Which is why they are here,” Magnolia put in.

      Asher smiled. The aunties seemed to be making a habit of taking in strays. Over the past several months, they’d taken in no fewer than half a dozen needy souls, but he knew exactly who would be responsible for this particular state of affairs. He gave his sister a pointed, accusing glare, to which she immediately took exception.

      “Don’t look at me like that, Ash. Where else could they go?” She lifted her chin defiantly, tossing her short, red curls. Like him and all the Chatams, she had a cleft in that proud little chin. Hers was nothing more than a gentle dip in the center; his was more pronounced.

      “And, of course, they are most welcome,” Hypatia hastily said, “but I’m sure that they would like the insurance matter settled sooner rather than later.”

      Kent inclined his round head, saying in a gravelly voice, “You are too kind, dear lady, you and your sisters. Believe me, we want nothing more than to go home as quickly as possible and would not impose a moment longer that necessary, but the insurance company—”

      “—is so impersonal,” Ellie finished for him, rushing on. “You know how they are. They don’t return your phone calls when you think they should, let alone write the checks. It’s infuriating for him, especially after all these years of paying premiums, which is why I’ve taken over the whole thing.” She spread her hands as if to say that the matter was settled.

      Asher looked to her grandfather. “I assume that you are the policyholder.” Kent nodded. “Confidentiality rules would prevent the insurance company from discussing the matter with anyone but you or—”

      “I’m sure they’ll settle eventually,” Ellie interrupted. “These things never move as swiftly as we’d like.”

      “—your appointed legal representative,” Asher finished doggedly.

      “Ah,” Magnolia said in a voice of deep satisfaction. “I knew you would agree.”

      Agree? Asher noted at once the look of smug approval on his aunt’s face and felt a jolt. All these years of avoiding legal pitfalls, and he’d been led into a trap by a trio of little old ladies with sweet smiles and teacups. And it was a very neatly sprung trap, too.

      Arguments against the Monroes taking on legal counsel, his in particular, immediately formed. Legal representation could sometimes gum up the works when it came to routine claims, and an attorney too busy to devote adequate time to the issue could well delay, rather than expedite, matters. On the other hand, well-phrased and well-timed inquiries from a legal source could work wonders.

      Asher glanced at Odelia, recognizing her shaky relief, and knew he would do what he could, if only for Auntie Od. Odelia, God bless her, seemed far less comfortable than Dallas at having the Monroes as guests at Chatam House. That alone was reason enough to help settle the insurance claim.

      Besides, why spend time and energy on escape when compliance would free him sooner? In fact, if he hurried, he might still be able to make his meeting.

      It was a routine matter, really, the usual gathering of regional youth soccer commissioners at the beginning of a new season. He had intended to argue, once again and most likely without results, for the formal training of volunteer coaches at every level СКАЧАТЬ