Fortune's Woman / A Fortune Wedding. Kristin Hardy

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      “Come on, Frannie. Don’t worry. You’ll be out before we know it and this will all be a memory.”

      “Just help him. You’ve always been far more of a father to him than…than Lloyd.”

      “You don’t even need to ask, Fran. Of course I will.”

      “Thank you.” She attempted such a forlorn smile it just about broke his heart. “I can always count on you.”

      If that were true, she wouldn’t be in this calamity. She wouldn’t have been married to Lloyd in the first place and she wouldn’t be facing murder charges right now, if he had been able to rescue her from the situation years ago, like he’d wanted to.

      “We’ll get the best attorney we can find for you, okay? Just hang in.”

      She nodded, though it looked as if it took the last of her energy just to make that small gesture. He had a feeling in another minute, his baby sister was going to fold her arms on the interrogation room table, lay her head down and fall instantly asleep.

      “Get some rest, okay?” he advised her. “Everything will seem better in the morning, I promise.”

      She managed another nod. Ross glanced at the officer who was monitoring the visit, then thought, to hell with this. He pulled his sister into his arms, noting not for the first time that she seemed as fragile and insubstantial as a stained-glass window.

      “Thanks, Ross,” she mumbled before the guard pulled her away and led her from the room.

      The Spring Fling seemed another lifetime ago as Ross drove the streets of Red Rock toward the house where Frannie and Lloyd moved shortly after their marriage.

      The security guard at the entrance to their exclusive gated community knew him. His fleshy features turned avid the moment Ross rolled down his window.

      “Mr. Fortune. I guess you’re here to stay with your sister’s boy, huh? You been to the jail to see her?”

      The news was probably spreading through town like stink in springtime. “Yeah. Can you let me in?”

      “Oh, sure, sure,” he said, though he made no move to raise the security arm. “Jail is just no place for a nice lady like Mrs. F. Why, you could have knocked me six ways to Sunday when my cousin Lou called to tell me what had happened at the Spring Fling. Too bad I was here working and missed everything.”

      Ross gestured to the gate. “Can you let me in, George? I really need to be with my nephew right now.”

      The guard hit the button with a disappointed kind of look.

      “You tell Mrs. F. I’m thinking about her, okay?”

      “I’ll be sure to do that, George. Thanks.”

      He quickly rolled his window up and drove through the gate before George decided he wanted to chat a little more.

      Lights blazed from every single window of the grand pink stucco McMansion he had always secretly thought of as a big, gaudy wedding cake. There was no trace of his sister’s elegant good taste in the house. It was as if Lloyd had stamped out any trace of Frannie.

      The interior of the house wasn’t any more welcoming. It was cold and formal, white on white with gold accents.

      Ross knew of two rooms in the house with a little personality. Josh’s bedroom was a typical teenager’s room with posters on the wall and clutter and mementos covering every surface.

      The other was Frannie’s small sitting room that hinted at the little sister he remembered. It was brightly decorated, with local handiworks, vivid textiles and many of Frannie’s own photographs on the wall.

      Lloyd had a habit of changing the security system all the time so Ross didn’t even try to open the door. He rang the doorbell and a moment later, Julie Osterman opened the door, her soft, pretty features looking about as exhausted as Frannie’s had been.

      “I’m sorry I’m so late,” he said. “I never expected things to take this long, that I would have to impose on you until the early hours of the morning.”

      “No problem.” She held the door open for him and he moved past her into the formal foyer. “Josh tried to send me home and insisted he would be okay on his own, but I just didn’t feel right about leaving him here alone, under the circumstances.”

      “I appreciate that.”

      “He’s in the kitchen on the telephone to a friend.”

      “At this hour? Is it Lyndsey?”

      Josh’s young girlfriend had been a source of conflict between Josh and his parents, for reasons Ross didn’t quite understand.

      “I think so, but I can’t be certain. I was trying not to eavesdrop.”

      “How is he?”

      She frowned a little as she appeared to give his question serious consideration. Despite his own fatigue, Ross couldn’t help noticing the way her mouth pursed a little when she was concentrating, and he had a wild urge to kiss away every line.

      He definitely needed sleep if he was harboring inappropriate fantasies about a prickly busybody type like Julie Osterman.

      “I can’t really tell, to be honest with you,” she answered. “I get the impression he’s more upset about his mother being detained at the police station than he seems to be about his father’s death. Or at least that appears to be where he’s focusing his emotions right now. On the other hand, his reaction could just be displacement.”

      “Want to skip the mumbo jumbo?”

      She made a face. “Sorry. I just meant maybe he’s not ready—or doesn’t want—to face the reality of his father’s death right now, so it’s easier to place his energy and emotion on his mother’s situation.”

      “Or maybe he just happens to be more upset about Frannie than he is about Lloyd. The two of them didn’t exactly get along.”

      “So I hear,” she answered. “It sounds as if few people did get along with Lloyd Fredericks, besides Crystal and her sort.”

      “And there were plenty of those.”

      Her mouth tightened but she refrained from commenting on his bitterness. Lloyd’s frequent affairs had been a great source of humiliation for Frannie. “How is your sister?” she asked instead.

      “Holding up okay, under the circumstances.”

      “Do you expect them to keep her overnight for questioning, then?”

      He sighed, angry all over again at the most recent turn of events. “Not for questioning. For arraignment. She’s being charged.”

      Her eyes widened with astonishment, then quickly filled with compassion. “Oh, poor Josh. This is going to be so hard on him.”

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