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was always more interesting to him before the last pieces were in place.
    Without the wings, it might have been a rather somber and sedate late-nineteenth-century mansion. With them, it was a mass of walls and corners, heights and widths. There was no symmetry, yet to Pandora it had always seemed as sturdy as the rock it had been built on.
    Some of the windows were long, some were wide, some of them were leaded and some sheer. Jolley had made up his mind then changed it again as he’d gone along.
    The stone had come from one of his quarries, the wood from one of his lumberyards. When he’d decided to build a house, he’d started his own construction firm. McVie Construction, Incorporated was one of the five biggest companies in the country.
    It struck her suddenly that she owned half of Jolley’s share in the company and her mind spun at how many others. She had interests in baby oil, steel mills, rocket engines and cake mix. Pandora lifted the case and set her teeth. What on earth had she let herself in for?
    From the upstairs window, Michael watched her. The jacket she wore was big and baggy with three vivid colors, blue, yellow and pink patched in. The wind caught at her slacks and rippled them from thigh to ankle. She wasn’t looking teary-eyed and pale this time, but grim and resigned. So much the better. He’d been tempted to comfort her during their uncle’s funeral. Only the knowledge that too much sympathy for a woman like Pandora was fatal had prevented him.
    He’d known her since childhood and had considered her a spoiled brat from the word go. Though she’d often been off for months at a time on one of her parents’ journalistic safaris, they’d seen enough of each other to feed a mutual dislike. Only the fact that she had cared for Jolley had given Michael some tolerance for her. And the fact, he was forced to admit, that she had more honesty and humanity in her than any of their other relations.
    There had been a time, he recalled, a brief time, during late adolescence that he’d felt a certain…stirring for her. A purely shallow and physical teenage hunger, Michael assured himself. She’d always had an intriguing face; it could be unrelentingly plain one moment and striking the next, and when she’d hit her teens…well, that had been a natural enough reaction. And it had passed without incident. He now preferred a woman with more subtlety, more gloss and femininity—and shorter fangs.
    Whatever he preferred, Michael left the arranging of his own office to wander downstairs.
    “Charles, did my shipment come?” Pandora pulled off her leather driving gloves and dropped them on a little round table in the hall. Since Charles was there, the ancient butler who had served her uncle since before she was born, she felt a certain pleasure in coming.
    “Everything arrived this morning, miss.” The old man would have taken her suitcase if she hadn’t waved him away.
    “No, don’t fuss with that. Where did you have them put everything?”
    “In the garden shed in the east yard, as you instructed.”
    She gave him a smile and a peck on the cheek, both of whichpleased him. His square bulldog’s face grew slightly pink. “I knew I could count on you. I didn’t tell you before how happy I was that you and Sweeney are staying. The place wouldn’t be the same without you serving tea and Sweeney baking cakes.”
    Charles managed to pull his back a bit straighter. “We wouldn’t think about going anywhere else, miss. The master would have wanted us to stay.”
    But made it possible for them to go, Pandora mused. Leaving each of them three thousand dollars for every year of service. Charles had been with Jolley since the house was built, and Sweeney had come some ten years later. The bequest would have been more than enough for each to retire on. Pandora smiled. Some weren’t made for retirement.
    “Charles, I’d love some tea,” she began, knowing if she didn’t distract him, he’d insist on