Donovan's Child. Christine Rimmer
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and the perimeter of the house.” He watched her cross her pretty legs, admired the perfection of her knees. At least she was a pleasure to look at. “Did you rest?”
“I had a shower. Then my mother called. She told me to tell you that Dax sends his regards and my sister says you’d better be nice to me.”
“Your sister and Dax …?”
“They were married on Saturday. And left on their honeymoon this morning.”
“I hope they’ll be very happy,” he said without inflection. “And then what did you do?”
“Does that really matter to you?”
“It’s called conversation, Abilene.”
Her expression was mutinous, but she did answer his question. “After I talked to my mother, I called a … friend.”
He took note of her hesitation before the word, friend. “A lover, you mean?”
She laughed, a low, husky sound that irked him to no end. A laugh that said he didn’t intimidate her, not with his purposeful rudeness, nor with his too-personal questions. “No, not a lover. Javier is a builder. A really good one. I’ve been working for him over the past year, on and off. He also happens to be my half sister Elena’s father. And the adoptive father of my sister-in-law, Mercedes.”
He sipped his scotch. “All right. I’m thoroughly confused.”
“I kind of guessed that by the way your eyes glazed over.”
“Maybe just a few more details …”
She swirled her glass. Ice clinked on crystal. “My father and Javier’s wife, Luz, had a secret affair years ago.”
“An adulterous affair, that’s what you’re telling me.”
“Yes. That’s what I’m telling you. Luz was married to Javier. My dad to my mom. The affair didn’t last long.”
“Did your father love your mother?”
“He did—and he does. And I believe that Luz loved—and loves—Javier. But both of their marriages were troubled at the time.”
“Troubled, how?”
She gave him a look. One that said he’d better back off. “I was a toddler when all this happened. I don’t know all the details, all the deep inner motivations.”
“Maybe you should ask your father.”
“Maybe you should stop goading me.”
“But I kind of like goading you.”
“Clearly. Where was I? Wait. I remember. Javier—and everyone else except Luz—believed that Elena, my half sister, was his. But then, a few years back, the truth came out. It was … a difficult time.”
“I would imagine.”
“However, things are better now. Slowly, we’ve all picked up the pieces and moved on.” She uncrossed her legs, put her elbows on her knees and leaned toward him. With the glass of scotch between her two fine hands, she studied him some more through those arresting golden-green eyes of hers. “So what did you do while I was busy talking on the phone?”
“Mostly, I was downstairs in the torture chamber with one of my physical therapists.”
“You mean the gym? You were working out?”
“Torture really is a better word for it. Necessary torture, but torture nonetheless.” And he had no desire to talk about himself. “What made you become an architect?”
She sank back against the sofa cushions. “Didn’t I explain all that in my fellowship submission?”
As if he remembered some essay she had written to go with her original concept for the children’s center. As if he’d even read her essay. Essays were of no interest to him. It was the work that mattered. “Explain it again. Briefly, if you don’t mind.”
She turned her head to the side, slid him a narrow look. He thought she would argue and he was ready for that—looking forward to it, really. But she didn’t. “Four of my seven brothers work for the family company, Bravo Corp. I wanted to be in the family business, too. BravoCorp used to be big into property development.”
“And so you set out to become the family architect.”
She gave him one slow, regal nod. “But since then, BravoCorp has moved more into renewable energy. And various other investments. There’s not much of a need for an architect at the moment.” She set her drink on the side table by the arm of the sofa. “What about your family?”
He put on a fake expression of shock. “Haven’t you read my books?”
She almost rolled her eyes. “What? That was a requirement?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, then all right. I confess. I have read your books. All four of them, as matter of fact. Will there be a quiz?”
“Don’t tempt me. And if you’ve read my books, then you know more than anyone could ever want to know about my family.”
“I’d like to hear it from you—briefly, if you don’t mind.” Those haunting eyes turned more gold than green as she gave his own words back to him.
He bent to the side and set his drink on the floor, then straightened in the chair and braced his elbows on the swing-away armrests. “I hate all this getting-to-know-you crap.”
“Really? You seemed to be enjoying yourself a minute or two ago. But then, that was when you were asking the questions.”
“You are an annoying woman.” There. It was out.
She said nothing for several seconds. When she did speak, her voice was gentle. “You’re not going to scare me off, Donovan. If you want me to go, you’ll have to send me away—which means you’ll also have to admit, once and for all, that you’re backing out of the fellowship.”
“But I’m not backing out of the fellowship.”
“All right, then. Tell me about your family.”
He was tempted to refuse. If she’d read his books as she claimed, she knew it all anyway. But he had the distinct impression that if he refused, she would only badger him until he gave it up.
So he told her. “My father was never in the picture.”
From where he sat, without shifting his gaze from her face, he could see out the wide front windows. He spotted the headlights of a car approaching down the winding driveway. When the car pulled to a stop under the glow of the bright facade lights, he recognized the vehicle.
A red Cadillac.
He ignored the car and continued telling Abilene what she no doubt already knew. “My mother was a very determined woman. I was her only child and she set out to make me fearless. She was a force to be reckoned with. Adventurous. Always curious. And clever. It was her idea that I should write my autobiography when I wasn’t even old enough to have one. She said I needed to cultivate myself as a legend and an authority. And the rest would follow. She died when I was in my early twenties. A freak skydiving accident.”
Abilene had her elbow braced on the chair arm, her strong chin framed in the L of her thumb and forefinger. “A legend and an authority. I like that.”
“It’s a direct quote from my second book. If you really had read that book, you would remember it.”
“This may come as a shock, but I don’t remember everything I read.”
“How limiting for you.”
She gave him a slow smile, one that told him he was not going to break her. “Did you ever find your father?”
“To find him implies that I looked