strategicallyarranged feathers to cover all the important places. He looked from the page to Beth.
âThis is you?â he asked.
âYes.â She was eighteen then and fresh from the ranch. It seemed like a million years ago now. And just like only yesterday. âI was on Broadway. Off-Broadway, actually. Way off.â Sheâd worked her way up to the legitimate theater, and acquired many wonderful memories and almost as many men along the way. Beth sighed. âItâs been a wonderful life.â And then she smiled at Matt. âBut youâre not here to listen to me reminisce.â
It occurred to him that he felt comfortable with this woman heâd never met before. As comfortable with Beth Wainwright Montgomery Cannon Williams Smith, et cetera as he was with Rose, or had been before sheâd dumped him. Maybe it was a family trait, he reasoned. Although Rose was far less outgoing and flamboyant than her aunt. Truthfully, he was glad of that, because if sheâd been like Beth, he would have had to stand in line instead of keeping her all for himself.
Matt sensed an ally in Beth and as such, felt that it was only smart to encourage her to continue. âNo, please, go ahead.â
Beth patted his hand, her violet eyes sparkling like newly uncorked champagne poured into a fluted glass. âNot just handsome, but smart, too.â She laughed asshe looked at Rose over Mattâs head. âThis oneâs a charmer, Rose.â
âYes,â Rose said, looking pointedly at Matt. âBut charm eventually wears thin.â
The remark hit him straight in his heart, like a well-aimed arrow. What was he doing here, humbling himself in front of a woman who had walked out on him, whoâd all but told him that sheâd had her fun, but the excitement was gone and now it was time to return to their previous lives?
Where the hell was his pride?
âSince Iâm here,â he heard himself saying, âI might as well take a long overdue vacation. But this place is so damn confusing,â he confided to Beth, ignoring Rose completely, âIâm going to need someone to be my guide.â He waited for the offer he thought was inevitable. When it didnât come from Beth, he urged, âHow about you? Are you up for it?â
To his surprise, Beth shook her head. âOh, my dear, I would be more than up for it, but Iâm right in the middle of teaching an acting class.â Then she beamed as if suddenly struck by a thought that he suspected had been there all along. âBut Rose is free.â
He spared Rose a glance. âI donât expect she knows very much of the city.â
âShe knows a great deal more than you give her credit for, Matt.â
He shifted in his seat, turning to look at Rose who was on his other side. Was it his imagination, or did she suddenly look pale? âAll right, how about it? Will you show me around?â
Why were they playing these games? Why couldnât he just go home? âYou donât really want to see the city,â Rose replied.
Matt could feel his temper heating again. There was no doubt about it, Rose could set him off like nobody he knew.
âI said I did, didnât I? Why do you always have to contradict what I say?â
She was in no mood to be diplomatic. âMaybe itâs because you never say what you mean.â
Beth clapped her hands together three times before she managed to get their attention.
âChildren, children, stop fighting this instant and make nice or Iâll send you both to your rooms without any supper.â A complete pushover, even in jest, she rethought that. âWell, thatâs too harsh, but without dessert at any rate.â She winked.
Rose folded her hands in front of her and let out a deep breath. She supposed she had sounded like a child, arguing just now. And since it looked as if Matt wasnât about to leave unless she agreed to some kind of