Iâm all yours.â
Sage slapped his brother on the back. âTime for us old married people to hit the road. We get up with the kids at the crack of dawn. Weâre usually in bed by ten, so itâs past our bedtime. Weâll say good night. If we donât see Celia, explain for us.â
âIâll do that. Good night.â
âIâm glad youâre back, Birch.â
âMe too.â
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âWhat can I do to make that frown disappear, Mrs. Reed?â Marcus asked.
âUntil six oâclock my world was almost perfect. Then, in one instant, it changed. Right now I should be the happiest woman alive. All my chicks are in the nest, my wonderful husband is at my side, my two best friends are finally going to get the vacation they deserve. Billie and Thad are here, and so are Josh Coleman and his family. I havenât seen any of them all evening. Iâm a terrible host. Whatâs wrong with me, Marcus?â
âYour son brought a wife home. A wife you didnât get to approve or disapprove of.â
âIâm sure sheâs a lovely girl . . . woman. This wasnât exactly the ideal time to introduce her. We all gave her short shrift as my father would say. Tomorrow weâll arrange dinner or something so she can be the center of attention. If not tomorrow, then maybe this weekend at Sunrise. Josh said his family was staying on through the weekend. I really want to get to know all of them.â
âHoney, when are you going to tell Birch about Jeff?â
âIn the morning. I invited him for breakfast. He said Celia likes to sleep late. What do you think of her, Marcus?â
âIn my day we would have called her a dish. Sheâs a beautiful young woman. Itâs obvious to anyone who looks at Birch that heâs completely in love.â
âBut what do you think of her?â
âI think I want to know why you didnât do that Fanny thing with your arms and your lips. I donât think I ever saw you act so formal. Even with the Colemans whom you just met. Everyone kissed and hugged.â
âI meant to and wanted to. Then I looked in her eyes. I knew I didnât want to hug or kiss her. I reacted to my feelings. Did Birch notice?â
âIf he did, I donât think it bothered him. Men are usually oblivious to things like that. How would Ash have reacted?â
âOh, Marcus, I was just thinking the same thing. Isnât it wonderful that you and I can talk about the childrenâs father without either one of us getting upset. To answer your question, Ash would have sized her up in a heartbeat. He had such a way with women. In minutes he would have known her strengths and weaknesses. Heâd go on from there, well armed. He could outhink and outguess just about everyone expect me. He admitted that to me once. Iâm sorry to say Ash wouldnât have liked Celia one little bit.â
âYou look tired, Fanny. Letâs say our good nights and head upstairs. Tomorrow is another day.â
âThis is wrong, Marcus. Weâve all formed opinions on the run where that young woman is concerned. Iâm sure sheâs wonderful if Birch chose her for his wife. This . . . can be overwhelming at first. There was the long plane ride, choosing clothes quickly, the apprehension of meeting our family, all these people. Tomorrow Iâm sure weâll meet the real Celia.
âItâs wall-to-wall people,â Fanny said a moment later. âUnless we page everyone, weâre out of luck. Letâs just head upstairs to bed.â
âMy thoughts exactly.â
Celia Thornton watched her mother-in-law make her way to the private elevator that would take her to the penthouse. The penthouse that Birch promised would be hers.
The champagne flute in her hand started to shake. She set it down next to one of the slot machines as her gaze swept around the entire floor. She tuned out the world as she