Second Chance Girl. Susan Mallery

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СКАЧАТЬ started to ask how that could have happened, then realized the answer. A school for the disabled operated quite near the estate. His grandmother made it a point to hire staff from the school. A few of the students lacked physical mobility and dexterity. It was not impossible to imagine a crystal vase, or five, tumbling to the ground.

      He rubbed his forehead. “And the rest of it?”

      “A few were donated to worthy causes to help them raise money, there was a small fire in one of the storage sheds while you were traveling to—”

      “A fire? You didn’t want to mention a fire?”

      “You were on your honeymoon. I knew you would have returned. It seemed easier to handle things myself. Which I did. My point is, you were wrong about Violet. I buy buttons for her when I find them. Nothing else.”

      “So it appears.”

      He made a mental note to have a more thorough conversation with his grandmother when he returned home. He could only imagine what else she’d kept from him in the name of handling things herself.

      “I’m sorry,” she told him, her voice oddly contrite. “I know how much Battenberg Park means to you. I didn’t want to upset you, but it seems my good intentions have had unforeseen consequences.”

      “You have no idea.”

      He hadn’t meant to say that out loud but apparently he had because his grandmother’s voice sharpened.

      “What does that mean? You haven’t already spoken to Violet, have you? Oh, Ulrich. She’s lovely and I adore her. If you’ve offended her or hurt her feelings...”

      “I’ll make it right.” He didn’t want to, but he had no choice. It was a matter of honor. “I have a teleconference later this morning but I will go see her in the afternoon.”

      “And apologize.”

      He sighed. “Yes.”

      “With great sincerity?”

      “I promise.”

      “Good. She’s very charming, Ulrich. I think you’ll like her if you give her a chance. You’ve met her, you know. Years ago.”

      “So she informed me.”

      At his house, apparently, although he had no recollection of the event.

      “Then I’ll leave you to it. I love you, Ulrich. Be a good boy.”

      He smiled. “I will. I love you as well, Grandmother. Goodbye.”

      He hung up, then set his cell phone on the desk. He would speak to Violet that afternoon, as he’d said, then drive back to Los Angeles in the morning and get a return flight to London. There was nothing to keep him here. At home there was work to be done. Always work. As for someone special—he’d long since given up on that, but it was time to get on with finding a wife and producing heirs. That was as much his responsibility as the roof or the glazing. And he’d never been a man who shirked what needed to be done.

      * * *

      CAROL COULDN’T REMEMBER how the standing date with her friends had begun. Perhaps it had existed before she and Violet had moved to Happily Inc and they’d simply been invited to join in. Regardless, it was one of her favorite times—enjoying a couple of hours with the women in her life.

      The hosting duties rotated and whoever served as host chose either lunch or dinner and provided the entrée and drinks. Everyone else brought something and a good time was had by all.

      If the weather cooperated, Carol always picked lunch when it was her turn. Her friends joined her out by the largest grove of trees on the faux savanna. Her father and uncle set out a big table and chairs for them. Carol had a camp stove where she heated the chicken she’d cooked that morning and would warm the tortillas. The other ingredients for the taco bar were ready in plastic containers and she’d made a sparkling pink non-alcoholic punch to add a festive touch.

      “Hi!” Silver Tesdal called as she walked along the path. The tall, leggy platinum blonde carried a shopping bag in one hand. “I always feel as if I need a passport when I come here. I love it!”

      They hugged, then Silver set down her bag. “I have the strangest dessert ever, but I think it’s a real find. We’ll have to see.”

      Carol eyed the plain white bag. “Now I’m curious.”

      “As you should be.”

      Before Carol could ask more, the other women arrived. Her sister, Violet, Natalie Kaleta from the gallery, Pallas Saunders who owned Weddings Out of the Box, and Wynn Beauchene, owner of the town’s graphic design and print store.

      Violet, who knew about the tacos, had brought chips, dip and guacamole. The other women contributed a green salad and cookies. Carol reached for the champagne glasses she’d carted along, then nodded at Pallas who was doing her best not to grin too broadly.

      “Show them,” Carol told her friend.

      Pallas laughed, then held out her left hand. A diamond solitaire sparkled on her ring finger.

      Violet, Silver and Wynn shrieked, then lunged for their friend and started a group hug. Carol was waved in and they all hung on in celebration.

      “How long?” Violet demanded when they’d released each other. “When did he propose?”

      “Saturday at the under-the-sea wedding.”

      Silver looked from the pink, bubbly drink to Carol. “You knew.”

      Carol raised a shoulder. “I helped Nick pick out the ring. He had it narrowed down to three and texted me pictures from the jewelry store.” She’d been surprised Nick would ask her opinion but then had guessed he’d asked Mathias to name a woman who could be trusted not to spill the secret.

      She smiled at Pallas. “So if you don’t like it, it’s my fault.”

      Pallas clutched her left hand to her chest. “What’s not to like? It’s beautiful.”

      Carol passed out the drinks and they all toasted their friend, then sat down to lunch. She quickly heated tortillas for everyone and they served themselves from the taco bar and salad, then took their seats.

      “So what’s new?” Pallas asked. “I’ve been in an engagement fog. What have I missed?”

      “Violet barely escaped being arrested by a hunky English guy,” Silver offered.

      Violet rolled her eyes. “He had no authority to arrest me. Being a jerk is a form of free speech, so he did that instead.” She explained about the button mix-up.

      “Did he apologize?” Natalie asked. “He needs to say he’s sorry.”

      “Hardly. I’m sure he left town the same day. Good riddance.”

      Carol thought about the accusations. Despite her sister’s defiance, she had to have been scared at the time. Or at least uncomfortable.

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