Ain't She Sweet?

Chapter 16

"I always thought you were the one person who"d be immune," she said.

"We all have a lot of rubbish in our pasts. Having her here has simply made me realize that, at some point, we need to step over the piles and get on with it."

She fingered the diamond solitaire at her throat. "You think I haven"t gotten on with it?"

"I"m only talking about myself," he said carefully.

"More power to you, then, if you"re ready to step over being accused of s.e.xual a.s.sault. Me, I"m not that evolved."



"Winnie..."

"She made my life a nightmare, Colin. Do you know I used to throw up before school, then stuff myself with junk food to try to feel better? She never pa.s.sed up a chance to humiliate me. In junior high I plotted which hallways to walk down so I wouldn"t run into her. All she had to do was look at me, and I"d start tripping over my feet. If one of the other girls showed any signs of seeking me out, she"d zero right in on her and tell her only losers hung out with Winnie Davis. She was vicious, Colin, and that kind of viciousness doesn"t go away. It"s part of a person"s character. So if you think she"s changed, then I feel sorry for you. Now, excuse me. I haven"t had a chance to speak with Charise."

He suppressed the urge to go after her. On Monday, he"d stop by her shop and smooth the waters. By then he"d have gotten over his urge to defend Sugar Beth. By then, he wouldn"t be tempted to point out that it couldn"t have been easy for her either, being forced to go to school with her father"s illegitimate child and having someone like Diddie as her role model. Maybe Sugar Beth had fought back in the only way she"d known how.

More of his guests drifted into the sunroom, drawn by the smell of food. The Seawillows cornered Neil, and he overheard them asking if he knew any good diet books, and was he personally acquainted with Reese Witherspoon? Sugar Beth came up to him, but he wasn"t fooled for a moment by her deference. "Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Byrne, but dinner"s ready. Your guests can help themselves to the buffet."

She"d emphasized her servitude by wrapping one of the caterer"s ap.r.o.ns around her waist, and he wanted to rip it off her, wanted to rip everything off and carry her back into his closet. "You"ve worked hard enough. Get a plate and join us."

The Seawillows heard. Their heads circled like vultures. Winnie"s back stiffened, and Ryan headed for the bar. But the wintry bonfires that blazed in Sugar Beth"s eyes told him not to expect a thank-you note anytime soon. "Now aren"t you the dearest thing takin" such good care of the hired help, but I"ve about stuffed myself already on those hors d"oeuvres. I swan, I couldn"t eat another bite."

Dear G.o.d, he"d exhumed Diddie.

"Is there anything else you need?" she cooed, her eyes daring him to take this any further. "I"ll be more than happy to get it for you."

She was dismissing him like one of her ex-husbands, and the Irish stubbornness he"d inherited from his father rose up to bite him. "You can get rid of that b.l.o.o.d.y ap.r.o.n and join us for dinner."

The out-of-town guests who overheard looked puzzled, but the Seawillows understood, and hisses of displeasure came from their beaks. By tomorrow, his betrayal would be all over Parrish. h.e.l.l, sooner than that. Their fingers were itching to whip out their cell phones so they could be the first to pa.s.s the word that Colin Byrne had crossed over to the dark side.

Sugar Beth had the gall to pat his arm. "You got your medications mixed up again, didn"t you, bless your heart. We"ll call your shrink tomorrow and straighten it out." She reached for Aaron Leary"s empty winegla.s.s. "Let me take that, Mr. Mayor, so you have both hands free for the buffet." And off she went, little drops of Colin"s blood trickling from her sparkly fangs.

Neil came up next to him. "The ongoing drama of life in a small Southern town. You should write a book."

"Smashing idea."

Neil gazed toward the dining room. "She"s just like you described her. Why didn"t you tell me she"d come back?"

"It"s been complicated."

"Maybe we could get a trilogy out of the Parrish books after all."

Colin had no trouble interpreting his hopeful expression. Last Whistle-stop had been the most successful book in Neil"s editorial career, and Reflections would do even better. Neal wanted a third book about Parrish instead of a lengthy generational novel about Irish and English families.

Neil balked as Colin began to steer him toward the buffet table in the dining room. "Not yet. The Seawillows just went in. They"re very scary women."

"Imagine what they were like when Sugar Beth led them."

"I don"t have to," Neil said. "I"ve read Reflections."

But no one else had, and once again, Colin found himself wondering how the citizens of Parrish were going to react to the second book about their town when so many of its featured players were still around. He gazed toward the dining room.

The Seawillows chose to eat at the smaller tables in the sunroom. After all his guests were served, Colin disguised his lack of appet.i.te by making the rounds of the other tables. Eventually, he returned to the sunroom and propped himself at the counter with a plate of food he had no interest in eating, futilely hoping that his higher vantage point would, in some mysterious way, allow him to control what was happening.

"I forgot to pick up a napkin," Heidi cooed. "Get me one, Sugar Beth."

"I want another of those delicious rolls. Make sure it"s warm."

"Take this dirty plate. I"m done with it."

As soon as she"d returned from one errand, the Seawillows sent her off on another. And she let them do it. She didn"t rush, but she didn"t tell them to b.u.g.g.e.r off, either.

"Get me a damp towel. I"ve got something sticky on my hands."

"See if you can find the pepper mill. I"m sure there"s one somewhere."

Even Amy couldn"t resist finding her own way to join in, and he heard her whisper, "Jesus can wash away anybody"s sins, Sugar Beth, even yours. Throw yourself on his mercy."

Colin pushed aside his plate, intending to put a stop to the nonsense, but Sugar Beth detected the movement and shot him a look that challenged not only his manhood but also his very right to exist on the planet. With a sense of resignation, he sank back down and braced himself.

"I do not think," said Lord Bromford, having considered the matter gravely, "that one should sacrifice one"s principles to gratify a female"s whim."

GEORGETTE HEYER, The Grand Sophy.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Winnie offered Ryan a taste of her kiwi tart right before she made her move. As Sugar Beth began to pick up the empty plates, Winnie raised her voice, ever so slightly. "Oh, dear, I accidentally kicked my fork under the table. Let me move out of the way, Sugar Beth, so you can get it for me." She rose from the table and took one small step to the side.

Colin understood at once. Winnie had chosen something small, unimportant, something almost insignificant that symbolized everything. To retrieve the fork, Sugar Beth would have to drop to her knees at Winnie"s feet.

He had no idea whether Sugar Beth would do it, didn"t wait to see. Instead, he shot off his stool only to realize that Winnie"s husband had beaten him to it.

"Let me," Ryan said quickly.

The edges of Winnie"s mouth collapsed, and for the first time that evening, she seemed more vulnerable than Sugar Beth. Sugar Beth met Ryan"s eyes for a fraction of a second before she took a small step back. Slowly, he dropped to one knee at his wife"s feet, reached under the table, and withdrew the fork that Winnie had undoubtedly kicked there.

Colin gazed from one woman to the other. He"d always been fascinated by literary archetypes, but if someone had asked him, right at that moment, which of these women was plucky Cinderella and which the wicked stepsister, he"d have been hard-pressed to come up with an answer.

The evening ground on. He might be miserable, but his guests seemed to be enjoying themselves, and it was past eleven before they finally began to trickle away.

Winnie"s hands weren"t quite steady as she slipped into her skimpy black lace teddy. It was one of several she owned in various colors. Ryan came into the bedroom without his sport coat. He"d undoubtedly tossed it over a chair downstairs. It would still be there when they got back from church tomorrow. He didn"t expect her to pick up after him. He just failed to notice how many of his things he left lying around.

"Look at this." He held out a rumpled wall poster showing a bare-chested hunk sporting a pair of nipple rings while a woman"s hand reached through his legs to cup his crotch. "She had this hanging on the back of her door when I went in to check on her."

"She knows how much we hate her posters. That"s why she keeps putting them up."

"If she"s this rebellious now, what"s going to happen when she"s sixteen?"

Winnie didn"t voice her deepest fear, that genetics would somehow play out, and Gigi would end up like Sugar Beth: self-centered, spiteful, and s.e.xually active at too young an age.

Ryan tossed the poster in their trash basket and headed for the closet. He didn"t remark on her imported black teddy, but why should he? She had a vast collection of s.e.xy sleepwear, and he saw her in or out of one of the pieces nearly every night. Sometimes she wanted to throw them all away and head to Wal-Mart for a set of comfy cotton pj"s.

As he went about his bedtime routine, she slid under the covers and opened the book she"d left on the table, but she didn"t even pretend to read it. Instead, she gnawed over the ugly memory of Ryan kneeling at Sugar Beth"s feet. What a terrible miscalculation she"d made. She"d forced her husband to choose sides, and he"d chosen the wrong one.

She was sick of her jealousy. All evening he"d watched Sugar Beth. He"d been discreet about it, but you couldn"t live with a man for so long and not know what he was thinking. Tonight Winnie had to make love with him until he was so mindless he forgot about Sugar Beth. Give it to me, babee...Just like a third-rate p.o.r.n star. But the thought of the gyrations, the moaning, the mess, made her feel exhausted and resentful.

Ryan finished in the bathroom and slid naked into bed. He turned on his side so he was facing her. She only had to brush against him and he"d be hard. He reached out and stroked her hair, then ran his finger under the strap of her teddy to graze her nipple.

Give it to me, babee...She owed him everything, but she put her book on the nightstand as an excuse to turn away. Then she said the most extraordinary thing.

"I"m not feeling well. I think I"ll sleep in the guest room tonight."

His golden brown eyes filled with concern. "What"s wrong?"

"A little stomach upset." She pushed back the covers and dropped her legs over the side of the bed. "I don"t want to wake you if I have to get up."

He reached out to rub the small of her back. "I don"t mind."

"We"ll both sleep better this way."

She slid out of bed without giving him a good-night kiss. She was appalled with herself. Tonight, of all nights, when she most needed to be seductive, she couldn"t bring herself to kiss him. She was sick of him. Sick of his good looks, his flawless manners, his endless solicitude. She was sick of always feeling second-rate. And most of all, she was sick of pretending to like him when she didn"t. Love him, yes. She loved him with all her heart. That would never go away. But right now she couldn"t stand the sight of him.

She gathered her robe from the foot of the bed. "Gigi"s going to raise a stink in the morning about going to Sunday school. I"ll let you deal with her."

He"d propped himself on his elbow, gazing at her quizzically. "All right."

She told herself not to say another word, to go to the guest room and shut the door before she did any more damage. "I"m going to buy some pajamas."

"I don"t wear pajamas."

"For me."

He gave her his patented s.e.xy smile. "I like what you have on right now."

"That makes one of us."

His smile faded. "You"re tired."

Sick and tired. And he knew why. But he wouldn"t say it. He would ignore the ghost that had hovered over them for fourteen years, just as she would, because their marriage was fragile as an eggsh.e.l.l, and neither of them wanted to risk cracking it.

"Tired. Yes." She managed a shaky smile. "I"ll make you pancakes in the morning." As if a stack of pancakes would fix what was wrong between them.

She turned off the light and walked to the door.

"Do you want me to rub your back?" he said.

"No. No, I don"t want that at all." She let herself out of the room.

Colin came into the kitchen and saw Sugar Beth standing on a stool, putting away a tray in the cupboard over the cooktop. It was one in the morning, the caterer had left, and she was clearly exhausted, but she still hadn"t finished proving that she could take anything Colin threw at her. What kind of man tried to snuff out a spirit like this? "You"re dead on your feet. Go home."

She gazed at her dog. "What"s Gordon doing here?"

"I went over to the carriage house to let him out, and he followed me back. He chewed up one of your shower thongs."

"He hates me."

"Dogs don"t hate their masters. It defies the natural order of the universe."

"Says you." She climbed off the stool, and as she picked it up to tuck it away, he saw shadows like bruises under her eyes.

"Put that b.l.o.o.d.y thing down. I can take care of whatever"s left tomorrow."

She c.o.c.ked the stool against her hip and eyed him with open mockery. "Look at you. Guilt oozing from every pore. You"re not going to start crying, are you? Because, frankly, that"s more than I could stomach."

"I"ll attempt to keep my tears in check. Now, go to bed. I"ll write you a check in the morning."

"Darn right you will. And you"re paying me double for overtime. But then two times zip is zip, right? G.o.d, you"re cheap. Maybe if you didn"t spend so much money on fancy perfume and Barbra Streisand records, you could pay me what I"m worth."

"My dear, even I don"t have that much money."

That stopped her cold. He had the satisfaction of seeing her blink, then frown, as she searched for the hidden insult. He pressed his advantage. "I know this will disappoint you, but tonight was the end of it. We"re even. I"ve officially been avenged for your teenage treachery."

She rolled her eyes, back in the game. "Are you telling me that little bit of guilt is all it takes to make you tuck your tail between your legs? And you call yourself a man."

He"d been reading too much Victorian erotica because he wanted to bend her over a chair and...do something quite nasty.

She settled on a stool at the counter and hooked a stockinged heel over the rung. "I guess I never told you about this." She leaned her chin on the back of her hand in a parody of dreamy reminiscence. "The night I made up my lie about you...I cried real tears."

"You don"t say." She was hurting herself-he could feel it-but he didn"t know how to stop her. Besides, his days of attempting to rescue wounded women were behind him.

"See, I"d had an accident with my Camaro that day-stop signs still bring out the rebel in me-and I was afraid Daddy would take my car keys. So it wasn"t only the fact I hated your guts that made me lie."

"It"s late, Sugar Beth, and you"re tired."

"It was funnier than h.e.l.l. The minute I told Diddie that you tried to feel me up, she forgot all about the dent in the side of that car, and so did Daddy. They didn"t even dock my allowance for the repairs. I still laugh thinkin" about it."

She didn"t look like laughing. She looked soul weary and worn out. He walked toward her. "You were a kid, and you"d been spoiled rotten. Stop being so hard on yourself."

He should have known empathy would be a mistake because she came up off the stool hissing. "Aren"t you just all Christian charity? Compa.s.sion and forgiveness pourin" out of you. Well, I don"t need your pity, Mr. Byrne. I don"t need-"

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