You Say It First
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“We don’t talk about it.”
“Still?”
“Always.”
Which had to be a bear. Mathias and Ronan had always been tight. Probably because they were twins—or they used to be.
Neither of them would want to talk about that so he changed the subject. “How was your date Saturday night?”
Mathias looked at him over his beer bottle. “It wasn’t a date.”
“You didn’t take a woman to dinner, and then have sex with her?”
“Yeah, sure, I did that.”
“How is it not a date?”
“I’ll never see her again.”
“I guess that does change the definition.”
Since moving to Happily Inc, Mathias had started taking up with the various bridesmaids that came into town. He hooked up with them for a night or two, then they were gone.
Nick enjoyed women as much as the next guy, but he’d never been that into volume, or variety. He liked the idea of having someone in his life—as long as he could keep things under control. He wanted enough passion for things to be interesting, but not so much that he was consumed. Sometimes that balance was difficult to find so he erred on the side of not doing.
“Just be careful,” Nick warned. “You don’t want some woman coming back in six months and saying she’s madly in love with you.”
“Not gonna happen.”
Nick hoped he was right.
“Atsuko says you’re going to be working for one of the wedding venues,” Mathias said.
“Yup. Weddings in a Box.”
His brother frowned. “Doing what? Folding napkins?”
“I’ve never folded napkins. It could be interesting.”
Mathias stared at him. “Do I have to worry about you?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
His brother’s stare turned into a glare. Nick laughed. “I’m going to be restoring two sets of wooden panels. They’re old and in bad shape. The work is brilliant. I need to do some research to see if I can figure out who made them.”
“You should ask Atsuko. She knows things and has a lot of connections in the art world.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll take some pictures and see if she can show them around.”
He’d only known the gallery owner a few weeks but he was already impressed. The fifty-something woman had buyers everywhere. She drove a hard bargain, got an excellent price, then handled shipping. He’d sold more through Atsuko in the past three weeks than in the past three years.
His father’s philosophy had always been to let the art buyer come to him. Nick was beginning to believe that was a very shortsighted way of doing business.
“Heard anything on the Dubai commission?” Mathias asked.
“No. It’s going to be a couple of months until they decide. Then I’ll have to figure out what I want to do. Two years is a long time.”
“Is this where I point out you don’t have the job yet?”
Nick grinned. “Hey, it’s me. Who else would they give it to?”
“Someone with talent.”
“You’re jealous.”
“Not of you, big brother.”
Nick laughed and turned his attention back to the night. “Any bats around here?”
“Scared?”
“Intrigued. I keep getting flashes of a piece that has a lot of bats in it.”
Mathias shook his head. “There’s something wrong with you.”
“Probably.”
“Bats. Fruit or vampire?”
“Fruit. I think. I should do some research.”
“On bats.” Mathias took a drink of beer. “Do you think Mom dropped you on your head when you were little?”
Nick laughed. “Not as often as she did you.”
* * *
WHILE PALLAS ENJOYED lunch out with friends as much as the next woman, lunch with her mother was a completely different animal. First there were the logistics involved. They didn’t trade off picking restaurants. Instead the command performance always occurred in the bank’s executive dining room. A fancy title for a slightly nicer than average display of tables and chairs in a square, windowless room. There wasn’t a kitchen, so food was brought in. Still, there was an assigned server and white tablecloths were the norm. All of which meant changing from her usual jeans and T-shirt into a dress.
As she drove across the river to the north side of town, Pallas told herself she would be fine. She’d been dealing with her mother for twenty-eight years. She knew how to get through the conversations with a minimum of pain and judgment. She just had to smile and nod and say what was expected. No big deal.
Except it always was a big deal—one way or another.
All her life Pallas had wanted desperately to please her mother, which shouldn’t have been a problem. Libby Saunders loved rules. The most sensible plan would have been for Pallas to follow said rules and voilà—motherly love. Only it hadn’t worked out that way. Not even once.
Perhaps it had something to do with the old saying about the road to hell and good intentions. Or the fact that Pallas had felt torn between wanting to make her mother happy and wanting to make herself happy. Whatever the reason, her childhood had been an ongoing battle—one she’d never won. Not for a lack of trying.
Cade, her twin brother, had been much smarter. He’d simply withdrawn from the field of conflict and had gone his own way. Emotionally and physically. Pallas still remembered their shared fifth birthday. Libby had asked her children if they wanted to work in the bank when they grew up. Pallas had immediately said she did, even though she had no understanding of what “working in the bank” meant. All she knew was that her mom went there every day and it was important and that working in the bank would make her mom love her enough that she didn’t feel scared inside.
Cade had smiled that happy smile of his and said, “No. I’m going to grow up to be a cowboy.”
Libby had been unamused, but Cade stood firm. He loved horses, not stuffy banks. He’d never once wavered. At eighteen, Pallas had dutifully gone off to college to major in finance and Cade had taken off to learn his trade at a famous breeding farm in Kentucky. Five years later, he’d moved on to Texas.
They stayed in touch, and from everything he’d told her, he was blissfully happy. Life away from Libby and the bank was, apparently, very good. Pallas wouldn’t know. She was still trying to prove herself to the stern matriarch of the family.
Pallas parked in the customer parking lot, careful to take a spot at the far end so as not to inconvenience anyone, then walked into the bank.
Her great-great-grandfather had established California First Savings and Loan in 1891. It wasn’t the first S and L in the state by a long shot, or even the second, but it was still standing and she figured that had to be a point of pride. A lot of people thought that if she came from a banking family, she must be rich. Alas, no. While her grandfather had been the only one to inherit, he’d produced seven daughters, all of whom had children. Not only was Pallas’s sliver incredibly tiny, she wouldn’t inherit anything until she was thirty-nine. Because if nothing else, Grandpa Frank had a sense of humor.
So making her own way in the world wasn’t an option and she had the student loans to prove it. She also had Gerald’s business, which wasn’t exactly the shining example of flush.
It was early April. Except for one oddly vacant date in June, she had a wedding booked every weekend from now until late September. If all went well, she would be able to pay her bills, make a few repairs and continue to take a small salary herself. Assuming she kept the business. Because as much as she loved Gerald and appreciated his completely unexpected gift, she’d never planned on making Weddings in a Box her life’s work. She’d always thought she would go to work with her mother at the bank.