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  Mike reached out and covered her hand with his. “It will all work out. Things always do.”

  She smiled wanly at him. That hadn’t really been her experience of life. Things didn’t always work out.

  “You’re probably right,” she said anyway.

  Chapter 9

  Sterling surveyed his mother’s setup for Sunday brunch. When she’d said that his aunt and uncle were sailing in from Annapolis for the day, he’d envisioned a small casual meal with family. He should have known better, of course. His mother did not entertain in a small way, ever. Unless the Matthew family had grown exponentially while he was in Europe, this was not a family-only affair today.

  Good grief, he thought, as he strolled amongst the perfectly placed tables on the lawn—each topped with a starched white tablecloth and vase of fresh flowers. She’d even put name cards on the tables. He sighed. This was going to exhaust his father, he thought. Nor was Sterling feeling up to this level of socializing today. Between trying to appease the bankers and getting the Inn’s staff on board with the need for change, he was working around the clock.

  “Hey, here’s our table.” Elle plucked a crisply folded name card from the tablecloth. Sterling walked around the table, surveying the other names his mother had chosen to seat him with.

  “Oh no. I don’t think so.” He picked up the card with Lucy Wyndham’s name on it and turned it around for Elle to see. “I am not sitting with her.” He walked off with Lucy’s card and found a card with a distant cousin’s name on it and switched the seats. Lucy would now be sitting next to one of the family’s attorneys. Perhaps he could explain his parents’ financial situation to her.

  He and Elle had stayed up ‘til three a.m. reviewing various staff plans for next year, including the marketing plan. God, Lucy Wyndham had chutzpah. He’d told her in no uncertain terms that the kids camp was ending this year and what had she done? Kept it in the plan, even explained in greater detail—which he did not need—how it cost so little to run.

  He looked out toward the water and the Matthew family’s small fleet of sailboats bobbing in the sun. She just didn’t get it. The cost of the camp wasn’t the issue. It was the lost opportunity cost. That land was worth too much money to just give away every summer. Out of all the staff at the Inn, she was being the most obstinate.

  “Why would your parents invite staff today?” Elle asked.

  “Normally, they don’t. But she’s like a surrogate daughter to them, apparently. My mother talks about her quite often.”

  “So I guess you can’t just fire her,” Elle said.

  Sterling let out a long, barely controlled sigh. “No, I can’t fire her. My mother would have a fit. She’d probably hire her right back. And she seems to be popular with the other staff. If I fire her, I’ll have problems with everyone else. And I can’t afford that, if I want to turn this thing around and get out of here as soon as possible. I need people to cooperate with me.”

  “Then just sleep with her, Sterling.” Elle laughed. “That’ll change her mind. Women do whatever you want after you seduce them.”

  Sterling turned to look at Elle in astonishment.

  “Oh come on. I can’t believe that’s such a repugnant idea to you. She’s cute enough, right? You’ve slept with worse, I’m sure.”

  Sterling picked up a stuffed cherry tomato and pretended to toss it at Elle before popping it into his mouth.

  “Considering how much you’re charging me for your advice, I’ll take it under consideration.” He rolled his eyes.

  “I’m not being flip here, Sterling. I’ve asked around. She’s single, not dating anyone. It could be the most expedient means to the end.”

  I’ve already slept with her and fat lot of good that seems to be doing me. Not that he could ever say that to Elle. He scanned the lawn, looking at whom else his mother had invited. Apparently, Lucy was the only staffer. Good. He didn’t see the camp director mingling or hanging out in the bartender’s tent. He and Lucy had seemed awfully cozy the other day. Not that he cared. Nope. None of his business.

  A bell tinkled. That was his mother’s elegant signal for her guests to be seated. Brunch was about to be served. Instantaneously, a small army of uniformed serving staff appeared on the lawn, their silver trays shining in the sun. They glided gracefully between the tables, dipping and turning like dancers, soundlessly positioning a plate in front of each guest, shaking out a heavy cloth napkin for everyone. They were followed by girls with pitchers of water, tea, mimosas.

  Sterling felt his chest tightening. He looked at the dainty flutes of mimosas that had sprouted on the table. I need something stronger than that.

  “Are you okay?” Elle asked.

  He nodded. “I’m fine. Just thinking about all the work I need to get to today.”

  He took a deep breath. That helped. A little. He despised his parents’ lifestyle. Oh, he loved them. They were good people, and they did a lot of good for the town of St. Caroline. But he hated this lifestyle of the rich and famous. So gracious ... so pretentious. It was meaningless to him. He had no intention of carrying on this way of living. He’d rather spend his money on experiences, on doing things. Not on staging precious brunches for far-flung relatives.

  He looked over at the table where Lucy was seated. She was deep in conversation with an elderly lady Sterling didn’t recognize. Probably some great aunt or distant cousin. He would no doubt have to chat with her at some point today and pretend to remember her from his childhood.

  Elle kicked his shin under the table, then turned her head toward him. “See? She’s cute,” she whispered conspiratorially.

  Sterling grimaced before he realized who Elle was referring to. Oh right, not my great-aunt. Lucy. Well, yeah. Lucy was cute. No, more than cute. She was fairly stunning today, in fact. Had he ever noticed how great a smile she had? As a teenager, her only expressions had been world-weariness and a scowl.

  But she seemed to be charming his elderly relatives at the moment. Even the family attorney seemed smitten. He felt a pinch of regret over switching her seating assignment. James would probably end up telling her things about the business he probably shouldn’t.

  She was perfectly dressed for one of his mother’s brunches. The yellow and blue floral print of her dress looked very French. And the big pale yellow hat? Very British. Her table mates were laughing over something she just said, and it occurred to him that, in fact, this probably wasn’t the first of his mother’s brunches that Lucy had been invited to. She probably knows half the guests here better than I do.

  He wondered again how she had ended up back in St. Caroline. Lucy Lou had been destined to drop out of high school, get pregnant by the time she was eighteen, divorced by twenty and on welfare and food stamps by twenty-one. But instead, she was working at an upscale resort and, right now, charming an entire table of wealthy people. How did you get from there to here?

  Even Elle had choked on her latte when he told her that Lucy had been a camper back in the day. Sterling had not, of course, told her about his and Lucy’s liaison. There was a good chance Elle wouldn’t believe it anyway, but no point in taking that risk. The last thing he needed was that story getting around.

  “So when are you two getting hitched?” His cousin Daniel’s question snapped Sterling back to his own table. Someone at the table was getting married? “I imagine your mother’s champing at the bit to start the planning.”

  Elle let forth with her delicate, lilting laugh. “Oh, you’d have to tie me up and drug me to get me to marry Sterling.”

  Everyone at the table laughed, at his expense, Sterling realized belatedly. “Elle is a consultant at the Inn this summer,” he said.

  “And an old chum from boarding school and college,” Elle added.

  “That too,” he admitted. He turned to Elle. “So when are you getting married?”

  She shrugged. She and her boyfriend, Edward, had been dating since junior year of college. Edward and his sister ran a family bed and
breakfast north of San Francisco. Despite her love for Edward, Elle had confessed to Sterling her doubts about spending her life as an innkeeper. She preferred her consultant’s life, jetting in as a hired gun to fix a finite set of problems, and then moving on to the next job.

  Sterling could empathize. Being in one place for long made him claustrophobic. His parents had spent their entire adult lives in St. Caroline, running one business, living one life. Granted, the world needed people like that to keep things going, to maintain traditions and so forth, but Sterling could not imagine it ever being him.

  Chapter 10

  “Is that Sterling’s girlfriend?” Great-aunt Elizabeth pointed her fork in the direction of the table where Sterling and Elle were seated.

  “I believe so,” Lucy replied. Elle was leaning her head into Sterling’s. They looked very cozy today.

  What a beautiful day for this brunch. The weather had turned out perfectly. The crisp, starched tablecloths fluttered in the light breeze. Origami flowers in the shape of lilies—John’s favorite flower—swung prettily from the branches of trees.

  No matter what Sarah did, it always came off without a hitch—unlike Lucy’s own mother, who had stumbled and careened through life like a bull in a china shop. No matter where she went, she found herself on Trouble Boulevard.

  Great-aunt Elizabeth was still appraising Elle. “Well, she’s a looker,” Elizabeth said loudly. “A redhead though. She’s a handful, I’ll bet.”

  “Elizabeth!” Marianna chided.

  Lucy and Elizabeth were well acquainted from these Matthew family get-togethers. Lucy knew almost everyone here. At this table alone were Sterling’s uncle Frederick; his twin cousins, Julianna and Arianna; their mother (and Sarah’s sister) Marianna; and John’s nephews, Michael and Timothy.

  “Well, it’s about time he settles down. Sarah wants grandchildren, you know.”

  “All in due time,” Frederick chimed in.

  “Time is now,” Elizabeth replied. “Look at John over there—” She tilted her head toward John, wrapped in a shawl in his wheelchair. “He’s in worse shape than Sarah has let on. Even if that redhead is knocked up right now, John isn’t going to be around to see any grandchildren.” She placed a papery hand on Lucy’s forearm. “Do you know if she’s pregnant?”

  Lucy shook her head, almost appalled at the turn the conversation had taken. “I’ve only met her twice.”

  She kept her eyes on John Matthew. She had spoken to him earlier, right after she arrived. He appeared even more tired than he had last weekend. He looked as though he had simply given up, given in to time and his body’s weaknesses.

  “Shameful,” Elizabeth went on, emboldened by a few too many mimosas. “He broke Sarah’s heart when he refused to come home from Europe earlier.”

  “No, no, that’s not true,” Marianna said. “John wanted him to find himself.”

  “Well, has he found himself?” Elizabeth asked. “Was he doing anything constructive in Switzerland?”

  “He’s found himself a lovely girlfriend. That’s a start,” Frederick said. Everyone laughed, except Elizabeth who harrumphed and stabbed her fork into her salad.

  Lucy turned her attention to her own salad. This was supposed to be a brunch for John Matthew but the extended Matthew family was far more interested in the return of Sterling. The prodigal son. John and Sarah had always made Lucy feel as though she was the daughter they never had. She and Sarah talked for hours on the phone, went shopping together. John had provided her with invaluable financial advice over the years, and James here on her right had handled her divorce.

  She even spent Thanksgivings at the Matthew house. They were the normal, close family she’d never had—the family she imagined having when she was a child, in some better, nicer life.

  But Sterling’s return was making her realize that, much as she wanted to be a part of the Matthew family, she really wasn’t. With each passing day, she was feeling less and less like John and Sarah’s daughter. Maybe it had been foolish to ever feel that way in the first place. They had never confided in her about the Inn’s financial problems—and she was the marketing director. She could have helped with that.

  Next to her, Elizabeth clicked her tongue. Lucy followed her gaze. A nurse was unlocking John Matthew’s wheelchair and slowly spinning it around. John looked white as a sheet and barely awake. Sterling jumped up from his chair and rushed over to take the wheelchair. Lucy—and everyone—watched as he pushed his father up the lawn toward the grand Matthew house.

  Maybe it was simpler than Lucy had thought. John and Sarah’s real child was home now. They no longer needed a surrogate.

  Lucy spent the next hour listening quietly to the Matthew family conversations and debates swirling around her. She had little to add to it. Frederick was having his garden redone. Timothy was sailing to Maine to check on the new Hinckley yacht he was having built. Julianna and Arianna were spending the rest of the summer at an equestrian camp out west before going back to their New England boarding school in the fall for junior year. Lucy contemplated the feasibility of having Julianna and Arianna teach a weekend Cotillion seminar for pre-teens. Parents of means would gladly pay for etiquette training, she thought, and using teenagers as the seminar leaders would appeal to kids slightly younger.

  If Sterling didn’t love the idea, she knew Elle would. Elle would talk him into it. Why wait? Lucy decided to text the idea to Elle right then and there. She pulled her phone out of her tiny woven luncheon lady purse and thumb-typed away.

  “They’re not making you work today, are they dear?” Great-aunt Elizabeth leaned over.

  “No, not really. Well, no more than people normally work on weekends these days.”

  “It’s shameful, the way people are expected to slave away these days.”

  Lucy allowed herself a tiny smile. She liked Elizabeth but sincerely doubted the woman had ever worked, let alone slaved, a day in her life.

  Elizabeth wasn’t done, however. She leaned in further. “I hear that Sarah had to threaten Sterling in order to get him to come home,” she said sotto voce. “If he didn’t get his derriere on a plane pronto, she was going to cut him off. Now and in the future.” Elizabeth gave Lucy a meaningful look. “It seems to have worked, wouldn’t you say?”

  Frederick hissed at Elizabeth from across the table. “Liz! You don’t know that for certain.”

  “Smoke and fire, my dear. Smoke and fire.”

  Elizabeth had little to say after that. But by then the mimosas had loosened up James’ tongue, a situation Lucy decided to take advantage of. The waitstaff were pouring coffee and tea, table by table. A dessert station had appeared, a long table with a cheery yellow tablecloth, black-eyed Susans in vases, and at least a dozen different sweet treats.

  “I’m going to survey the desserts. Can I get anyone anything?”

  “One of each, dear,” Elizabeth replied.

  Lucy quirked an eyebrow at her. “Don’t dare me.”

  “Oh, I’m not daring you. I really mean it. I want one of each.”

  “In that case, you’ll need some help,” James said and pushed back his chair. Lucy had known he’d take the chance to go with her. She’d grown suspicious recently that Sarah was filling James’ ear with notions of asking Lucy out. James was recently divorced and a nice enough guy, if a little bland. Lucy wasn’t interested, but she also wasn’t above taking advantage of the situation.

  “So how are things going with the bankers?” Lucy asked as they strolled toward the desserts. “Sterling said he thought things went well the other evening at the Blue Crab.”

  Sterling had said no such thing to her, but she mentally crossed her fingers that James wouldn’t question it.

  “Yeah, it did go well.” James and the mimosas took the bait. “They want more information though, so Sterling and I are going up to New York on Wednesday for another meeting.”

  “Oh? Flying or taking the train?” Lucy didn’t care one way or the other but she wanted
the conversation to sound innocuous.

  “Oh, the train. The Acela. Definitely more civilized than flying these days, don’t you think?”

  “Especially mid-week,” Lucy added. “You don’t have all the weekend travelers.”

  At the dessert table, James picked up two small plates and handed one to Lucy. The table was a master display of Gina’s culinary handiwork. Petit fours, tiny lemon-blueberry tartlets, creme brulee, white chocolate mousse, raspberry-amaretto angel food, espresso macarons, strawberries and cream. At the other end of the long table, Elle and Sterling were also perusing the desserts.

  As they passed at the midpoint of the table, Lucy glanced up at Sterling in a polite moment of eye contact. He was her boss, after all. She didn’t know him that well, but she knew him well enough to know he probably wasn’t happy about her presence at his family’s event.

  He nodded at her, his expression neutral. The effect on Lucy was anything but neutral. Those deep, dark eyes. Just as inscrutable now as they had been back then. The gentle heat she felt wash over her skin annoyed her.

  She had slept with Sterling once—once!—as a teenager. And, being teenagers, the sex hadn’t exactly been mind-blowing. They’d known what to put where, but that was about it. There’d been no exquisite teasing, no long torturous caresses, no toe curling kisses. The two of them had been all fast and furious lust and no finesse. There was no reason for her body to be responding to him now.

  Lucy and James piled up four plates with every dessert on the table. Even James caught Sterling’s lifted eyebrow.

  “Your Aunt Elizabeth asked for the sampler,” Lucy explained.

  “I see. Well, knowing Aunt Elizabeth, you best hadn’t keep her waiting.” Sterling flagged down a waiter. “George, help James take these over to my Aunt Elizabeth.” He deftly transferred the plates from Lucy’s hands to George’s. Lucy had to admire the smoothness with which he dismissed James. She doubted James even knew what had just transpired.