NRoberts - G2 Black Rose

 “Which is only more reason they’d stand for you. Then there’s David.” He stepped over, held out the wine. “Your fourth son, I’d say, in everything but blood. He adores you.”

 “It’s mutual.”

 “Then there’s Logan. Though I’m not sure he’d appreciate the imagery, I see him as a knight to your queen.”

 She took a sip of wine. “I’m not sure I like the imagery, either.”

 “But there it is.”

 He picked up his water glass, toasted her. “You’re no more just his employer than you are to Stella or Hayley. And those kids? You’re an intimate and vital part of their lives now. When I went downstairs, walked into the kitchen, what I saw was a family. You’re the core of that family. Youmade that family.”

 She stared at him, then let out a huff of breath. “Well. I don’t know just what to say to that.”

 “You should be proud. Those are good people in your kitchen. By the way, does Harper know he’s in love with Hayley?”

 This time when she stared, she lowered herself into a chair. “You’re more intuitive and more observant than I gave you credit for, and I gave you credit for quite a bit. No, I don’t think he knows—at least not completely. Which may explain why she’s completely oblivious to what he feels for her. She knows he loves Lily. I suppose that’s all she sees, at the moment.”

 “How do you feel about it?”

 “I want Harper to be happy, and to have what he wants most in life. We should eat before this gets cold.”

 A polite way, Mitch surmised, of telling him she’d discussed the intimacies of her family enough with him. The woman had lines, he thought, very defined lines. It would be challenging, and interesting, to pick and choose which to cross, and the when and how of it.

 “How are you feeling?”

 “I’m fine. Really. Just needed to calm myself down a little.”

 “You look more than fine. How is it, Rosalind, you can look so beautiful?”

 “Candlelight flatters a woman. If we had our way, Edison would never have invented that damn lightbulb.”

 “You don’t need candlelight.”

 She lifted her brows. “If you’re thinking you need to seduce me over roast chicken so I won’t scoot you off to one of the guest rooms after dinner, you don’t need to worry. I want you in my bed.”

 “Regardless, I’m going to seduce you. But at the moment, I was just stating the facts. Aside from that, this is some terrific roast chicken.”

 “I like you. Thought I’d say that straight-out. I like the way you are. I don’t feel there are a lot of pretenses about you, not a lot of show. That’s a nice change for me, in this area.”

 “I don’t lie. Gave it up along with the bottle. That’s the one thing I can promise you, Roz. I won’t lie to you.”

 “As promises go, that’s the one I’d value most.”

 “Then keeping with that theme, there’s something I’d like to ask you. What happened earlier, that . . . upheaval, we’ll call it. That was new.”

 “Yes, and I’m hoping it was a first and last sort of thing.”

 “She never objected in any way to your engagement or your marriage to John Harper.”

 “No, as I told you before.”

 “Or to any relationship you had after, to Clerk.”

 She gave a little shrug. “Some irritation, we could say, off and on. Disapproval, annoyance, but no, not rage.”

 “Then I have a theory—one you may not like to hear. But in addition to not lying to you, I’m going to speak my mind, as I expect you’ll speak yours.”

 “Should be interesting.”

 “She needs children in the house—that’s what brings her comfort, or gratification. You and John would bring children into the house, so she had no strong objection. He was a means to an end.”

 “That’s a very cold theory.”

 “Yes, and it gets colder. Once there were children, there was no more need for him, so his death was, in my opinion, something she saw as right, even just.”

 Her color drained, leaving her face white and horrified. “If you’re suggesting she somehow caused—”

 “No.” He reached out, laid his hand over hers. “No. Her limitations are this house, the grounds. I’m no expert in the paranormal, but that’s what works. That’s what makes sense. Whatever she is, or has, is centered here.”

 “Yes.” Relaxing again, she nodded. “I’ve never experienced, or heard of anyone experiencing anything regarding her beyond the borders of my land. I would have. I’m certain I’d know, or have heard if there’d been anything.”

 “She’s bound to this place, and maybe to this family. But I doubt the grief you and your sons felt when John died touched her. And she can be touched. We saw that with Stella last spring when she communicated with her as a mother. We saw it tonight, when you laid it on the line to her.”

 “All right.” She nodded, reached for her wine. “All right, I’m following you, so far.”

 “When you began to socialize again, to see men, even to have lovers, she was only mildly annoyed. Disapproving, as you said. Because they didn’t matter to you, not deeply. They weren’t going to be a part of your life, of this house, not for the long run.”

 “You’re saying she knew that?”