“You cared for her,” Rose whispered.
He shrugged with a casual air belied by the darkness in his eyes. “A moment of weakness. And she died anyway.”
Rose’s heart was in her throat. Coming behind him, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his back. “I’m sorry.”
He turned around in her arms.
“Now you know what I am,” he said in a low voice. “Now you know why you’d be a fool to love me. Even you. Especially you.”
But I do, she thought, her heart aching in her chest. I do love you.
Her lips parted to speak the words, but at that moment her bedroom door was pushed open with a loud squeak of the hinges. Her mother stood in the doorway, wearing her usual vintage floral apron over her pantsuit. Vera Linden took one look at the couple and put her hands on her hips.
“Now, you two,” she said warningly. She turned to Xerxes with a greater show of warmth. “Mr. Novros—”
“Xerxes,” he corrected her with a smile.
“Xerxes, we’ve set you up for the night in Tom’s old room down the hall. I’ll show you.” Her mother glanced between them sharply. “But there’ll be no funny business tonight. I mean it.”
“Of course not, ma’am,” Xerxes said meekly. He looked at Rose, and his dark eyes danced with sudden laughter. Then he sobered. “Get some sleep, Rose. We leave for Las Vegas in the morning.”
As the door closed, Rose sucked in her breath. In the morning. The trade.
Pushing the painful reminder away, Rose stared at the closed door as she changed into old flannel pajamas. The only thing more strange than having Xerxes in her childhood home was how well he fit in here. He blended with her family in a way that Lars never had. Lars never would have slept in her brother’s old room. He would have insisted on renting a suite at a luxury seaside hotel twenty miles away. That is, if he’d even been willing to bear the inconvenience of a night here at all.
“Rose?”
She looked up to see Vera in her doorway. “Hi, Mom.”
“I meant to bring this to you earlier.” Her mother sat down beside her on the bed and handed her a cup of peppermint tea. “I’m so glad you’re back. We were all so worried.”
“Thanks.” Rose took a sip of the lukewarm tea, then added in a carefully casual tone, “Is Xerxes settled in?”
Vera snorted, then shook her head wryly. “And to think just a few days ago we were in Sweden, watching you marry another man.”#p#分页标题#e#
Rose blushed. “Yeah,” she muttered. “Funny, huh?”
“I guess it’s all right to tell you now that I never liked Lars, Rose.”
“You didn’t like him?” Rose said in surprise. “You never said so.”
Her mother shrugged. “What business is it of mine whom you choose to love? But I always hoped when you finally settled down,” she said wistfully, “you would bring home a man who’s just regular folk, like us.” She paused. “A man like the one who’s sleeping right now in Tom’s room down the hall.”
Rose nearly snorted peppermint tea out of her nose hearing Xerxes Novros, the international Greek millionaire, described by her mother as regular folk.
“Anyway, thank heaven your gran is better.” Her mother rose from the bed with a tender smile. “And you’re home. Everything is all right now.” She paused at the door, her hands on her hips as she swiveled around, her eyes narrowed. “But I meant what I said, Rosie. No funny business in our house.”
“All right, Mom,” Rose said, rolling her eyes. But she could see why her mother had felt the need to repeat the warning. As she walked down the hall later to brush her teeth, her feet slowed down of their own accord as she passed by her brother’s old room where Xerxes slept.
She loved him. Why hadn’t she told him when she had the chance? Why couldn’t she be brave enough to tell him now?
After washing her face and brushing her teeth in the bathroom, she paused again at his closed door as she returned down the hall. Raising her hand to knock, she hesitated. Then with a deep breath, she rapped softly.
There was no answer.
She exhaled. He must be asleep already. She sighed, filled with a jumble of nerves and disappointment.
Tomorrow, Rose vowed to herself. She would tell him that she loved him before they reached Las Vegas. Tomorrow, before he traded her for Laetitia and her chance was lost forever.
She’d already experienced so many miracles in her life. The miracle of a good family. Of a home. Of a grandmother who was steadily getting better.
Having Xerxes love her back would be too much to ask. But tomorrow, Rose would take her courage in her hands and do it.