The Summer Of Sunshine And Margot. Susan MalleryЧитать онлайн книгу.
he always said, or he could tell the truth.
He briefly looked out in the garden. No, not the truth. It was too personal, and far too humiliating.
“She was well published, or so I thought. It turns out she had been plagiarizing someone else’s work. An obscure historian who had published in the 1940s. She was eventually caught.” He returned his attention to Margot. “It wasn’t the cheating so much as what it said of her character.”
“Of course. If she would lie about that, what else would she lie about?”
“Exactly.”
“People are sometimes confusing,” she said. “I apologize for my outburst.”
“No need. I’m sure he deserved every word.”
She laughed. “He did, but still. All right. Change of subject. Things are going well with your mother. I would like to plan a couple of social events.”
Alec instinctively stiffened. He didn’t enjoy social events. There were too many people he didn’t know and he found small talk tiresome. Why did he have to put in the effort to get to know someone he would never meet again? How was that enjoyable? He wanted to say as much but he had a feeling Margot had only mentioned what she did because she wanted him to be there.
“Such as?” he asked, hoping he sounded enthused rather than resigned.
“First I want to meet Wesley. Getting to know him will help me understand the dynamics of their relationship. I was thinking drinks somewhere.”
“Oh. Wesley is easy to talk to. Probably the result of his diplomatic training. Invite him here. My mother will be more relaxed and that should help you with your observations.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Alec. That’s very kind. I’ll get going on that right away. The second event is a dinner. I want a combination of people Bianca knows and those she doesn’t. The dinner would be fairly formal. Several courses, a lot of passing of plates and choosing the right fork. The purpose is to see how she does with the etiquette and with the stress of the people. I would appreciate if you could be there. I’ll ask Wesley, of course. I’m thinking of inviting my sister, if that’s all right.”
“You have a sister?”
“A fraternal twin. Sunshine.” Margot smiled. “She’s a nanny for an eight-year-old boy. I’d also like to invite her employer and his son. Children always shift the dynamics. I’ll find a restaurant with a private room so we’re not dealing with outside influences.”
While he would never choose a dinner like she described, he saw the purpose immediately. When working with people, observation was an important tool.
“Have the dinner here,” he said impulsively. “Edna will be thrilled to cook something more challenging than food for the freezer. She is forever hinting I should host a party.” Something that was never going to happen. He did not, as a rule, like strangers in his house. He didn’t like situations where he was not completely in control. But somehow this was different.
Margot touched his arm. “Thank you, Alec. I really appreciate your help in this. Let me check with Bianca and get back to you with dates. You’re all right with me inviting my sister and her employer and his son?”
“Of course.”
She’d rested her fingers on his forearm for barely a second, yet he felt the imprint as if she’d branded him. How peculiar.
She pointed at the gardens. “Sunshine’s boss is a landscape architect. He’s going to love what you’ve done here.”
Information clicked into place. The landscape architect, the eight-year-old boy, the nanny possibly hired because...
“Does she work for Declan Dubois?”
“How did you know?”
He nodded toward the gardens. “That’s his work. He’s been to the house dozens of times. I’d forgotten he lost his wife a few months ago. I know Declan, but my mother’s never met him.”
Her mouth curved up. “And people say LA is a big town.”
“It may be but Pasadena is not. As I said, my mother doesn’t know him. She didn’t come see the house until my remodels were finished. He and his son will be strangers to her.”
“Excellent. Then we have a plan. I’ll be in touch with the details. Thank you again, Alec. I appreciate the support.”
“Of course.”
She walked inside. He watched her go, telling himself that he simply wanted to help his mother. There was no other reason he had agreed. It certainly wasn’t to impress Margot. What a ridiculous thing to think.
Chapter Seven
“Five, four, three, two, one. And take it down. You have thirty seconds to catch your breath.”
Margot lowered her butt to the seat of her bike and adjusted the resistance. Her thighs were on fire and she was breathing heavily, but in a good way. Spin class always got her heart racing.
“I hate you,” Sunshine gasped from the bike next to her. “Why would you make me do this?” Her sister was sweating and red faced. “Who thought this up? It’s hideous.”
Margot laughed. “You said you’d go to an exercise class if we were sitting down. We’re sitting.”
“Not all the time. The instructor keeps telling us to get our butts off the seats. What’s the point of having a seat if you can’t use it?”
Before Margot could answer, their rest period was over and they had to crank it up again. Sunshine groaned before increasing the resistance and standing in the pedals. When Margot glanced at her, Sunshine mouthed, “You are dead to me.”
Margot grinned.
Twenty minutes later the class was over. Sunshine wiped the sweat from her face and neck as she limped toward the door.
“I’m never coming back,” she muttered.
“You say that every time we do this class.”
“And I mean it. Later I forget, but this time I’m getting a tattoo so it doesn’t slip my mind.”
“Wasn’t there a movie about that?”
“Someone hating spin class? I don’t think so.”
Margot smiled. “Using tattoos to remember things. It doesn’t matter. Come on, I’ll buy you a smoothie.”
Sunshine rolled her eyes. “You mean at that juice place, don’t you? How about a milk shake from a burger place instead?”
“You just burned a bunch of calories and did something good for your body. Wouldn’t you rather have a vegan smoothie?”
“No.”
“I think you’re just pretending.”
“I’m sure that’s it.”
They walked across the parking lot to the juice store. Margot ordered her usual green drink of spinach, parsley, cucumber and kale with a little red apple tossed in for sweetness. Sunshine chose a protein drink with almond milk, cacao, banana and vegan vanilla protein powder.
“I’d rather have ice cream,” she said as they sat with their drinks at one of the outside tables. “You should care about my happiness.”
“I care about your health, too.”
“I don’t mind being fat. I’ve accepted my body shape. It is what it is.”
“You’re not fat.” Not in the least, Margot thought. Sunshine was lush and curvy. She looked vibrant and sexy and alive.
Margot, on the other hand, looked cool and distant. There was something about the way she talked or moved that put off people