While she loped her mount to the sideline where their soft-spoken handler stood, Rob followed, propelling the ball along with his polo stick. She slowed the horse to a halt near Jimmy Ray and, slipping her wrist free of the strap, pa.s.sed him the mallet, then dismounted. He took the reins and led the horse out of the way as Rob rode up. Luz pulled off the helmet and shook her hair free. Her cream-white Mercedes convertible was parked on the gra.s.s not far away.
"I have to get back to the house and help Emma with the party arrangements." She peeled off her gloves and tucked them inside the helmet under her arm, glancing at Rob as he swung off his horse.
"Can you wait a minute, Luz? I need to talk to you about something." He turned and held out the horse"s reins to Jimmy Ray. "Take them to the stable and cool them out."
Luz waited until the handler had led both horses away. "What about?" She studied Rob"s expression, guessing the subject must be serious.
"Dad"s been pressuring me to make a decision about which college I want to attend."
"I know graduation seems months away right now, but you really don"t have much time to make up your mind," Luz said in her husband"s support.
"But that"s just it. I"ve already made up my mind. I don"t want to start college this fall." He spoke quickly, before she could voice the protest forming on her lips. "I want to sit out a year."
"Rob, I don"t know." She doubted that Drew would agree to it. "What would you do?"
"I want to concentrate on polo-not just play in a tournament here and there, but do it full-time. I want to find out how good I can be," he argued earnestly.
"He has his heart set on your attending college." Luz could hear the arguments in her head. "There are any number of universities with fine polo programs-Virginia, where I went, or USC, Cornell. You could do both."
"No." He stared at the whip he twisted in his hands. "You know what it"s like for me in school now. I have to study all the time just to get pa.s.sing grades. If I have to attend college and play polo at the same time, I won"t do well at either of them. It"s one or the other. It can"t be both. You know that."
"Yes." She sympathized with him. School had never been easy for her either. But he needed the education, certainly more than she had. Her heart went out to her grave young son, and the sharply poignant plea of his eyes moved her.
"Talk to him, Luz. Make him understand," he urged.
"I don"t know how much good I can do." She had an urge to suggest that he"d have a better chance if he enlisted Claudia Baines to plead his case with Drew. A half-dozen times this week, Drew had made some glowing comment about the young woman, and Luz had become highly sensitive to the mere mention of her name.
"All I"m asking is to sit out college for a year. A lot of guys do that," Rob argued.
"I can"t promise anything, but I"ll talk to him," Luz agreed.
"When?"
"After the party tomorrow night. There"s too much going on right now." She didn"t know when she could fit in the time for the long discussion this would entail.
"After?" Rob looked disappointed.
"Yes. Why?"
"I was thinking that I"d leave Sat.u.r.day to head back to school," he told her.
"But I thought you were going back on Sunday?"
"I was, but why wait? What difference does it make if I leave a day early?" His shoulders lifted in a resigned shrug.
The difference was having him home one more day. "I wish you"d wait, but if you"ve decided, I suppose it"s all right."
"What about Dad and college this fall?"
"Maybe it"s just as well that you aren"t here when I talk to him about that." It wasn"t that she feared an explosion. Drew never lost his temper in an argument, but he could destroy a person with his logic. Rob didn"t face up to his father well, always withdrawing into those silences that invariably lost him whatever points he"d made. Luz examined his soberly drawn face, wishing he didn"t take everything to heart so. Nothing was the end of the world. "Do you have any more surprises to lay on me?"
"No. That"s all for now." A troubled agitation seemed to stir him as he glanced over his shoulder. "I gotta go to the stable. I need to see Jimmy Ray about something."
"Want a ride? My car"s right here."
"No thanks. I want to be by myself for a while." His glance skipped off her in a mute apology for rejecting her company.
"Well, I have an appointment with the caterers at eleven, so I"d better run. I"ll see you later at the house."
"Sure." He was already turning away from her.
Frowning slightly, Luz watched him walk toward the barns, his polo helmet dangling from his hand by its chinstrap. He was such a brooding figure. Yet a couple of times this past week he"d come to the house in such high spirits, laughing and cutting up with Trisha. Rob was so mercurial in his moods-high and low, and very little in between. After a troubled shake of her head, Luz walked to the car and tossed her helmet and gloves in the rear seat of the convertible.
The French doors in the dining and living rooms were thrown open to the s.p.a.cious rear patio, surrounded by hanging greenery and potted plants and lighted by blazing torches set at intervals. A small band occupied the far corner of the patio, where an area had been cleared of the colorfully cushioned white wicker patio furniture so that couples could dance. An up-tempo song drifted above the hum of the laughing, talking voices, with more guests arriving all the time. While the torch flames danced in the tropically mild winter night, Luz wandered inside the house to circulate and greet the latest arrivals.
The coffered, mirrored ceiling in the dining room reflected the sumptuous buffet set up for the party guests. Instead of the usual boring fare of dainty canapes, cheap caviar, and fruit and fondue dips, Luz had opted for a menu that included scandalously tasty finger ribs and crispy fried chicken. She loved the sight of diamond-bedecked women licking their sticky fingers. It created a wonderfully informal atmosphere, breaking down barriers and letting people be themselves. Bound for so long by the constraints of family expectations and pressures herself, she enjoyed the informality as well.
The lively sway of her dangling earrings, each a large pearl suspended on a long black bead, seemed to match her personality, bold and outgoing. The crystal-pleated two-piece lounger was comfortable yet dramatic in its use of black and white, slightly puffed shoulders, and wide, full sleeves. She wore her hair in a sleek uplifted wave away from her face, its length secured atop her head in a smooth coil. The simplicity of style and color exuded elegance.
She paused in the doorway to the living room and skimmed the crowd with a glance. There was a constant ebb and flow of guests around the fully equipped wet bar, strategically positioned near the French doors to the patio. Luz noticed Trisha hovering near the front entrance hall, obviously still waiting for her guest to arrive.
"There you are, Luz." The woman"s voice came from behind her, and she turned.
"Connie!" she declared in delighted recognition of her chubby friend, who was delicately sucking barbecue sauce from her fingers while holding a tray full of food in her other hand. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to know I"m going to fill some doggie bags before I go home." The dark-haired woman unabashedly admitted her love of food, and the proof of it was the way she was packed into her red dress. "Speaking of food ..." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level. "Have you seen Veronica Hampton? She and George came only a few minutes ago."
"I was outside." Her glance searched the crowded room for the newcomers.
"Over by the bar." Connie Davenport directed her gaze to the tall, painfully thin woman in pink. "She"s been on that new diet. Isn"t she pathetic? She"s nothing but a sack of bones."
"I believe that"s called "stylishly anorexic,"" Luz murmured.
"Whatever it is, I"ll never know." Connie laughed.
"Neither will a lot of us," Luz agreed, although she had never had a weight problem. Between horseback riding and other outdoor activities, she had managed to keep a trim figure.
"Where"s Rob? I haven"t seen him yet."
"He left for school. Trisha goes back tomorrow. It"s going to be very quiet around here with both of them gone. I probably won"t know what to do with myself," she admitted ruefully.
"You should be used to that by now."
"What makes it worse this year is having Jake gone, too. Late winter"s the time my father and I usually spent together in Virginia arguing bloodlines, and which mare to breed to which stallion, or checking out the crop of two-year-olds for polo prospects. I"ll miss that."
"You could still go there. By yourself, I mean," Connie suggested. "I know it wouldn"t be the same, but it would be better than doing nothing."
"Maybe." She shrugged a shoulder. "I know Audra has been talking about closing the house there. I think she has decided to live year-round here in Florida. If she does, maybe I could go back and supervise the closing for her-and have a last look around my childhood haunts." It was a possibility to consider, but hardly important now. "We"ll see."
"Either way, with the kids gone, you"ll have that much more time to spend with Drew without having them underfoot."
"Unfortunately his law practice keeps him very busy." He left early in the morning and she usually didn"t see him until dinner that night, which was generally late.
"Isn"t that always the case? Successful businessmen equals idle wives, filling their time with charity benefits and fundraising bazaars. If you look around this room, every worthy cause is represented by someone here."
"Don"t sound so cynical, Connie. It"s the least we can do for the community. Besides, if we didn"t, who would?" Luz chided, having chaired several such benefit committees herself.
"Don"t mind me," Connie sighed. "I just get bored with it all from time to time." She picked up a chicken leg from her plate and nibbled on the crunchy coating, lifting the plate closer to her chin to catch the crumbs. "By the way, who"s that brunette with Drew?"
"Claudia Baines." Luz had spoken briefly to her when she arrived, before Drew had taken charge of her to introduce her to their other guests. They were talking to another couple, blocked from her view, in the living room. She noticed that Drew had his arm around the woman"s shoulders, drawing her close to his side. She glanced quickly away, fighting the coiling tightness in her stomach. "She"s a new lawyer with the firm."
"He certainly is paying her a lot of attention." Connie raised an eyebrow in silent speculation.
"She"s a protegee of Drew"s."
"Is she the reason he"s been so busy lately?"
Luz"s fingernails curled into her palms as she made a good show of laughing off the question. "Don"t be silly, Connie. She"s young enough to be his daughter."
"That"s the most dangerous kind, Luz." The knowing tone of her voice reminded Luz that Connie"s husband was notoriously unfaithful.
She felt suddenly uncomfortable, slightly sick to her stomach and cold. She could understand why Connie would think that way. Her own experience would encourage her to see something sordid in the situation. But it was truly ridiculous. Drew wasn"t that type. But, G.o.d, she wished he"d take his arm away from her shoulders, Luz thought frantically. The contact intimated something more personal. If Connie thought that, others might, too.
"I know Drew," she insisted to Connie. "I"m not worried." Someone walked into the living room from the entrance hall. Luz was grateful for any distraction that would extricate her, and relieved that it was her sister. "Excuse me, Connie. Mary just arrived."
With long, quick strides, Luz crossed the room, the voluminous pleated black material of her pants swinging about her legs. She intercepted Mary before she had gotten very far into the room.
"I see you finally made it." They exchanged sisterly pecks on the cheek.
"No lectures on punctuality, please. It was Murphy"s Law-or the Carpenter version of the same. Everything that could go wrong, did. Anne cut herself on a broken gla.s.s as we were walking out the door; Ross forgot to put gas in the car; we had a flat tire and no spare; you name it, it happened."
"Where"s Ross?" Luz glanced back to the entrance hall.
"He went to wash up. After we finally got the tire fixed, he wanted to go home and change clothes, but I said absolutely not!"
She laughed and hooked an arm around her sister"s. "This way to the bar."
"I"ll drink to that," Mary declared.
Their path took them past Drew. He hailed them as they walked by. "Mary! We"d just about given you up. You remember Claudia, don"t you?" The affectionate squeeze of his arm pulled the brunette slightly off balance, and she leaned against him.
Unconsciously, Luz tightened her jaw, clamping her teeth together. Claudia, was it? Now they were on a first-name basis. Instantly, she justified it. After all, this was a party, hardly the place to stand on formality. Distantly, she heard the brief exchange between Mary and the Baines woman.
"I hope you"re enjoying yourself ... Claudia." The name momentarily stuck in her throat as Luz attempted to be more magnanimous.
"Yes. Drew is keeping me entertained," she answered, smiling at him.
"We"ve been swapping stories," he said. "Did I ever tell you about these two men who split up after living together for years? They each hired an attorney-one of them was me, naturally-to resolve the problem of dividing the possessions they had acquired ... house, car, savings account. Well, they had this dog-"
"Excuse me." Luz backed away and pulled Mary with her. "But I"ve heard this one before."
Drew acknowledged her departure with a lift of his fingers and picked up the story with hardly a break. Luz and Mary proceeded toward the bar, winding their way through the thickening crowd. Behind them, they heard a burst of laughter.
"Drew must have reached the punchline of his story," Mary remarked dryly.
"It"s strange. I must have heard him tell that a hundred times or more." Luz paused to look back at the pair, focusing on Claudia"s laughing expression. "I don"t ever remember it being that funny."
"She looks at him as if he makes the sun rise in the morning," her sister mused, then sighed. "I hope Ross doesn"t go through the middle-aged crazies."
Luz didn"t like the suggestion that Drew was suffering from the malady and wished people would stop planting these seeds of doubt. She had no cause to be jealous, but it was like an acid eating away at her.
"It looks like the party is in full swing on the patio." Mary gazed outside, observing that group"s spirited exuberance. "Would you like to bet one of them brought his own sugar bowl?"
"No. Someone invariably brings c.o.ke to parties." It was impossible to prevent even if she tried. Luz turned away from the sight. Drugs didn"t interest her, although she had friends-acquaintances, really-who sniffed cocaine on occasions. Supposedly, it wasn"t physically addictive, but she"d seen the emotional dependence that developed and considered that just as destructive. As a young adult, she had smoked marijuana, more as an act of rebellion than any other reason. Once she had lit a joint in front of her father-that was during her father-hating days. When he had failed to be shocked or outraged, she had lost interest. But drugs were too easily attainable now, and she worried about the children, especially Trisha, who was just wild and adventurous enough to try anything. And there seemed so little she could do about it.
CHAPTER IV.
By nine o"clock, Trisha was forced to concede that Raul wasn"t coming. A dozen times during this past week, she had considered seeking him out and confirming the invitation, even going so far as to find out where he was staying and where his horses were stabled, but she hadn"t done it. She supposed it was some kind of test of her feminine powers to see if he"d come without further persuasion. He hadn"t come, but neither had she given up.
She slipped away to her room, where she had her own private telephone line, and dialed the polo club"s office on the off chance someone would still be there. His telephone number would be in the files. She listened to the ringing on the other end of the line, then-miracle of miracles-someone answered.
"I"m trying to locate Raul Buchanan. Can you tell me where he might be or how I can reach him?" Trisha attempted to sound very businesslike.
"As a matter of fact, I just saw him at the barns," the voice drawled thickly. "Got an injured mare."
"Thank you." Trisha didn"t wait for any more information but quickly hung up the receiver. There wasn"t time to waste.
No one noticed her pa.s.s through the living and dining rooms to the kitchen, and the caterers were too busy to pay any attention to her when she appropriated a bottle of cold champagne and two gla.s.ses, then left the house by the back door. The palm trees and shrubbery shielded her from the view of the guests outside as she made her way to the garage where her sports car was parked. Her only difficulty was negotiating the jam of vehicles parked in the driveway. After that, it was a quick drive to the polo grounds.
There were lights and two silhouetted figures moving near the middle of the long stable. Trisha parked her car in the area reserved for vehicles and gathered up the champagne and gla.s.ses from the seat. The moonlight glistened on the antique ivory satin of her dress as she picked her way across the uneven footing of crushed sh.e.l.ls in her high-heeled sandals. Then she reached the firmly worn path leading down the stable row. A dog barked, far away. Closer, Trisha could hear the low murmur of voices speaking in some fluid tongue. Spanish, she thought, but she still couldn"t tell if either of the two men was Raul: She was nearly upon them before she finally recognized him.
"h.e.l.lo." Her heels had made little sound on the hard-packed ground.
He pivoted with a frown at her greeting. The frown deepened when he saw her standing there. "What are you doing here?"
Trisha raised her hands to show him the champagne bottle in one and the gla.s.ses in the other. "Since you didn"t come to the party, I brought the party to you." But he was neither amused nor pleased by her announcement. He swung back to face the webbed gate stretched across the stall"s doorway. Beyond him, she could see a black horse and an attending groom crouched near its front legs. Trisha moved closer. "What"s wrong?" The right foreleg was packed in ice.
"The mare fell this afternoon," Raul said. "We thought it was a badly sprained knee, but the swelling has grown worse. The veterinarian is coming out to take another look. It is possible there is a small fracture."
"Poor lady." The bottle clunked against the gla.s.ses as Trisha switched it to her other hand so she could rub the horse"s muzzle. The dullness of the dark eyes and the low-hanging head were evidence of the mare"s pain.