One Winter's Night. Susan Meier

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      She picked up her mug, chugged the now-cold coffee and grimaced. “Ugh.”

      He sniffed a laugh. “Cold coffee is disgusting.”

      “I know, but I was looking for one last swallow of warmth before I went outside.”

      He frowned. “I have more coffee. Or if you want, I can make you a cup of cocoa before you go.”

      She’d turned to leave, but the offer surprised her so much that she stopped. She knew that deep down inside Ricky Langley was a nice guy. And maybe he’d offered her cocoa because he didn’t want her to go. Maybe, if she stayed, he’d open up to her.

      She faced him with a cautious smile. “I like cocoa.”

      “Good.”

      He led her to his compact kitchen and pressed a button. The appliance garage door rose and a shiny stainless steel one-cup coffeemaker appeared. She sighed with appreciation. “It’s beautiful.”

      He laughed. “And I happen to have some of the very best cocoa.” He glanced back. “From Switzerland.”

      She peered over his shoulder. “Yum.”

      The cocoa took seconds to brew. He handed her the mug, then made a cup for himself.

      Drink in hand, he pointed toward the seating area in the living room. “No sense standing while we drink this.”

      As she followed him, nerves settled in. They’d been going to parties for two weeks, barely speaking except in a crowd of his friends and only discussing general topics. Unless he decided to open up immediately, they had nothing to talk about. No small talk to ease him into confiding.

      Sitting on the chair, she noticed that some of the casual sculptures on his end tables and mantel weren’t exactly as “casual” as he displayed them. And most were works from some of Olivia’s clients.

      She smiled. Something for them to talk about.

      “I’m guessing Olivia helped you choose some of your art.”

      “She’s persistent.”

      “And good at her job.”

      He laughed. “Yes.”

      She sipped her cocoa. The chocolate flavor that burst on her tongue made her groan. “This is fantastic.”

      He nodded, then said, “You and Olivia must be very close.”

      “That’s what happens when you share an apartment. We’ve been together since university.”

      “That’s right. Olivia’s from Kentucky, too.”

      “And so is Laura Beth.”

      “So you’re like the Three Musketeers?”

      She shrugged. “I guess. We’ve gotten each other through some tough times.”

      “Your husband’s illness?”

      She shook her head and looked down at her cocoa. Hoping he was using talking about her to ease himself into talking about his tragedy, she said, “No. I was alone for that. Although Laura Beth, Olivia and I grew up in the same small town, we ran in different circles. When I went back to university to finish my degree, we found each other.” She peeked up. Not knowing how much of her story Olivia had shared, Eloise cautiously said, “Olivia had had something traumatic happen to her and my experiences seemed to help nurse her back to sanity.”

      “She identified with your loss?”

      She shook her head. It was good for them to have something to talk about to ease him into sharing his story, but she wouldn’t talk at the expense of Olivia’s privacy. Carefully crafting her answer, she said, “She identified more with being persecuted and abandoned.”

      “You were persecuted and abandoned?”

      She caught his gaze. If he was going to ease himself in, shouldn’t he have done it by now? Still, he already knew about Wayne. What did it matter to go a step or two further?

      “Sort of. My parents disowned me.”

      “What?”

      “My parents have money. I had rebelled. Embarrassed them by marrying someone so far below their class. So they kicked me out.”

      “Oh.”

      Great. Now, to him, she wasn’t just a stupid girl. She was a stupid girl who was alone.

      Fury with herself rattled through her. She never should have accepted the cocoa.

      But she had. And she’d started a story that made her look bad. Again. She was just plain tired of looking bad to him, especially because this part of her problem wasn’t her fault; it was her parents’. And call her prideful, but once, just once, she’d like to look sane to him.

      “Even though they’d disowned me, when Wayne died I went home with my tail between my legs, expecting a scolding and probably a time of penance but also expecting to be accepted back. And maybe getting some help with my grief. Some love. But my parents wouldn’t let me in.” She shook her head. “They didn’t even come to the door. A maid told me to leave and never come back.”

      He stared at her. “You had told them your husband had died, right?”

      “They could not have cared less.” She sighed. “I lost my family because I married a guy I loved when I was too young to realize all the consequences. And every year, especially at Christmas, I mourn the loss. Not just of my husband, but also of my family. Olivia and Laura Beth go home, and I have nowhere to go. No home. It hurt to be rejected. It hurt not having their emotional support. But it’s the aftermath of my mistakes that are killer. Years of loneliness. Years of regret. Getting kicked out of my family means I have no family. I have no one. I am alone.”

      She combed her fingers through her hair. She’d gone too far. Said things she didn’t even admit to herself. And he was silent. He wasn’t going to confide, and he didn’t sympathize. He made no move to comfort her. She’d finally vocalized the thing she hadn’t even told Laura Beth and Olivia, and he sat there, saying nothing.

      And it all started because she’d been stupid enough to think he would open up to her.

      Man, she was a goof. Or she didn’t know very much about men. Or she didn’t know much about rich men. But this guy who so easily found all her secrets, and got her to confess the rest, wasn’t about to tell her anything.

      She bounced off her seat. “You know what? Sunday is our cleaning day. I’ve got to get back to the apartment.”

      He rose. “Sure.”

      He walked to his closet, extracted her coat and helped her into it. “Let me call Norman to drive you.”

      She faced him. “Yeah, thanks. I’d СКАЧАТЬ