As the meal wore on, she nibbled lightly, certain that no one would notice her lack of appetite in the confusion. But when she saw Brady watching her, she forced herself to take another bite, to sip at the iced champagne, to laugh at one of Jack’s jokes.
“I think this occasion calls for a toast.” Brady rose. He shot Lara a look as she squealed. “You have to wait your turn,” he told her, hefting his glass. “To my father, who turned out to be smarter than I always figured. And to his beautiful bride-to-be, who used to look the other way when I’d sneak into the backyard to neck with her daughter.” Over the ensuing laughter, glasses were clinked.#p#分页标题#e#
Vanessa drank the bubbly wine and hoped she wouldn’t pay for it later.
“Anyone for dessert?” Joanie’s question was answered by communal moans. “Okay, we’ll hold off on that. Jack, you help me clear the table. Absolutely not,” she said when Loretta stood to stack plates. “The guest of honor does not do dishes.”
“Don’t be silly—”
“I mean it.”
“All right, then I’ll just clean Lara up.”
“Fine, then you and Dad can spoil her until we’re done here. Not you, either,” she added when Vanessa began to clear the table. “You’re not doing dishes on your first dinner in my home.”
“She’s always been bossy,” Brady commented when his sister disappeared into the kitchen. “Would you like to go into the living room? We can put on some music.”
“No, actually, I’d like some air.”
“Good. There’s nothing I like better than walking in the twilight with a beautiful woman.” He gave her a cocky grin and held out a hand.
Chapter 6
The evening was soft and smelled of rain. There were lilacs blooming, their scent an elegant whisper on the air. She remembered they had been Joanie’s favorite. To the west, the sun was sinking below the mountains in a blaze of red. Cows stood slack-hipped in the fading light. They walked around the side of the house toward a field thick with hay.
“I hear you’ve taken on a student.”
“Mrs. Driscoll gets around.”
“Actually, I heard it from John Cory while I was giving him a tetanus shot. He heard it from Bill Crampton—that’s Annie’s father’s brother. He runs a repair shop out of his garage. All the men hang around over there to tell lies and complain about their wives.”
Despite her dragging discomfort, Vanessa had to laugh. “At least it’s reassuring to know the grapevine still works.”
“So how’d the lesson go?”
“She has…possibilities.”
“How does it feel to be on the other end?”
“Odd. I promised I’d teach her how to play rock.”
“You?”
Vanessa bristled. “Music,” she said primly, “is music.”
“Right.” He put a fingertip behind her earlobe so that he could watch the jewels she wore there catch the last light of the setting sun. And so that he could touch her. “I can see it now, Vanessa Sexton on keyboards with a heavy metal band.” He considered a minute. “Do you think you could wear one of those metal corsets, or whatever they’re called?”
“No, I couldn’t, no matter what they’re called. And if you’re only along to make fun of me, I can walk by myself.”
“Touchy.” He draped an arm around her shoulders. He was glad the scent of his shampoo was still in her hair. He wondered if any of the men he’d seen her linked with in magazines and newspapers had felt the same way.
“I like Jack,” she said.
“So do I.” They walked along a fence thick with honeysuckle.
“Joanie seems so happy here, on the farm, with her family. I often wondered about her.”
“Did you ever think about me? After you’d left, after you’d hit it so big, did you ever think about me?”
She looked out over the fields. “I suppose I did.”
“I kept thinking you would write.”
Too much, she thought. Too often. “Time passed, Brady. And at first I was too angry and hurt. At you and at my mother.” Because she wanted to lighten the mood, she smiled. “It took me years to forgive you for dumping me the night of the prom.”
“I didn’t.” He swore and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Look, it’s a stupid thing and long over, but I’m tired of taking the rap.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t dump you, damn it. I’d rented my first tux, bought my first corsage. Pink and yellow roses.” Now that he had brought it up, he felt like a total fool. “I guess I was probably as excited about that night as you were.”