Chesapeake Blue
Page 55

 Nora Roberts

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"No, it didn't."
"Well, men are like buses. Another one always comes along. You know, my mother's friendly with your grandfather." And that was true enough, though "acquainted" would have been more accurate. "The senator, he just keeps trucking along. A regular institution."
"He's an amazing man." Dru spoke coolly now.
"Gotta admire him. A man his age still active the way he is. Then you figure with the family money, he never had to work a day in his life, much less dedicate himself to politics. Tough arena, even for a young man, the way people like to sling mud these days."
"People have always slung mud. My family's never believed that financial advantage means letting someone else do the work."
"Gotta admire that, like I said."
When a man walked in, Dru bit down on her rising irritation and turned toward him. "Good morning."
"Hi. Hey, don't mind me, just finish what you're doing. I'm not in a rush."
"Would you like to look around some more, Ms. Harrow?"
"No." She'd spent more than enough time on this visit. "Why don't I take a dozen of those… what was on special?"
"Carnations." Dru gestured to the holding vase where she'd arranged samples in every color. "Would you like any specific color or combination?"
"No, no, just mix them up."
Gloria read the sign under the display and calculated it was a cheap enough price to pay for the up-close look. She took out cash, laid it on the counter.
Now that the contact had been made, Gloria wanted to be gone. She didn't care for the way the guy who'd come in was watching her and trying to pretend he wasn't watching her.
"I hope you enjoy them."
"I already am. Give my best to your mom when you talk to her," Gloria added as she started out.
"Oh, I will." Dru turned to her new customer. Some of the temper that had begun to simmer leaked out on her face.
"Bad time?"
"No, of course not." She readjusted her thoughts. "How can I help you?"
"First, I'm Will. Will McLean." He offered a hand.
"Oh, you're Aubrey's friend." Seriously cute, Aubrey had said. And with perfect accuracy, Dru decided as they shook hands. "It's nice to meet you."
"You, too. I just got off shift, figured on swinging by to see Aub—maybe catch up with Seth, before I go home and crash in a dark room for a few hours. Those flowers Seth got my girl a few weeks back were a really big hit. Can't let him get an edge on me. What've you got that'll knock her out, and make up for me working doubles most of the week?"
"How's your budget?"
"Just got paid." He patted his back pocket. "Sky's the limit."
"In that case, wait right here." She paused, reconsidered. The morning jolt wasn't going to spoil her plans for a more open Drusilla. "Better yet, come on back. If you like what I have in mind, you can sit down, get off your feet for a few minutes while I put them together for you."
"I look that bad?"
"You look exhausted." She gestured him back. "Go ahead, have a seat," she told him while she went to a refrigerated unit. "Delivered fresh this morning," she said as she took out a single long-stemmed rose in cotton-candy pink. "A dozen of these are guaranteed to knock her out." He sniffed it when she held it out. "Smells great. Maybe I should make it two dozen. I've had to cancel two dates in the last ten days."
"Two dozen will put her in a coma."
"Perfect. Can you put them in one of those fancy boxes?"
"Absolutely." She moved to the work counter. "You and your brother are becoming my best customers. He bought me out of yellow roses about a week ago."
"He got himself engaged."
"Yes, I know. He was floating along about six inches above ground. You and your brother and Seth have been friends a long time."
"Since we were kids," Will concurred. "I can't believe he's been back a month and I haven't been able to catch up with him. Dan says Seth's been pretty tied up himself between his work, the boatyard and you. Whoops." The crooked smile flashed as he rubbed his eyes. "Sorry. Tongue gets loose when I'm brain-dead."
"That's all right. I don't imagine it's a secret Seth and I are…" What? "Seeing each other," she decided. Will did his best to stifle a yawn. "Well, if we ever get our schedules aligned, maybe the six of us can do something."
"I'd like that." Dru laid the roses and baby's breath in the tissue-lined box. "I'd like that a lot."
"Good. Ah, can I ask you something? That woman who was in here before? Was she hassling you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I don't know, just a feeling. Plus there was something about her. I think I know her from somewhere. Can't put my finger on it, but it doesn't feel right. Do you know what I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean." She glanced over at him. He was a friend of Aubrey's, of Seth's. The new, more open Dru was going to consider him a friend as well.
"She claimed to know my mother, but she didn't." No one, Dru thought, absolutely no one referred to her mother as Kathy. It was Katherine, and on rare occasions, Kate. But never Kathy, never Kath. "I don't know what she was after, but I'm glad you came in when you did."
"You want me to stick around awhile, in case she comes back?"
"No, but thanks. She doesn't worry me."
"You called her Harrow?" Will shook his head. "Doesn't ring any bells. But I know her from somewhere. When I come up with it, I'll let you know."
"I appreciate it."
IT WAS a mistake to call her mother. Dru realized it immediately. But she hadn't been able to get the morning customer out of her mind. The only way to check out the story was to ask. Her mother had breezily told her she knew no one named Glo Harrow, though she did know a Laura Harrow, and a former Barbara Harrow. Dru was lulled by her mother's cheerful mood, and the news that she and Dru's father were reconciled.
For the moment, at least.
But the conversation had soon shot down its usual paths. Why didn't she come home for the weekend—better, for the summer? Why didn't they all go spend a few days at the family enclave in North Hampton?