Black Rose by Nora Roberts Page B

it—to believe that brute force could solve this particular problem. And he loved her enough to chain his temper down because she’d asked.
    At least this time he’d managed to chain it down.
    The single other time Bryce had attempted to enter Harper House without invitation, she’d been too shocked to hold Harper off. Or David, for that matter. Bryce had been thrown out on his cheating ass, and she was smallenough to gain some satisfaction from the way her boy had hauled the man out. But what had it solved?
    Bryce had accomplished then just what he’d accomplished this round. He’d upset her.
    How long, she wondered, just how goddamn long was she supposed to pay for one stupid, reckless mistake?
    When she heard the door open behind her, Roz tensed up. She didn’t want to rehash this nasty little business with David or Harper, didn’t want a man to pat her head and tell her not to worry.
    She wanted to sit and brood alone.
    “I don’t know about you, but I could use some chocolate.”
    Surprised, Roz watched Stella set a tray on the table. “I thought you’d gone up to bed.”
    “I always like to decompress a little after a big party. Then there was the matter of these chocolate truffles, just sitting out there in the kitchen, calling my name.”
    She’d brewed tea, Roz noted, and remembered Stella wasn’t one for late-night coffee. And she’d arranged the leftover truffles on a pretty plate.
    “Hayley would be down, too, but Lily woke up. She must be cutting a tooth, because she’s fussing. It’s beautiful out here. Middle of December, and it’s just so beautiful. Not even much of a bite to the air yet.”
    “Did you practice the small talk, decide you’d open with the weather?”
    There had been a time when that aloof tone would have had Stella easing back. But those days were over. “I always figure the weather’s a good starter, especially for a couple of gardeners. I was going to segue into how spectacular the poinsettias are this year, but I guess we’ll skip that part.”
    She selected a truffle, bit in. “But the chocolate was just a natural, all around. God, whoever invented these should be canonized.”
    “Ask Hayley. If she doesn’t know who made the first chocolate truffle, she’ll find out.” Since the chocolate was there, Roz couldn’t come up with a good reason not to have one.
    “I’ve been here nearly a year now,” Stella began.
    “Is this your way of leading up to asking for a raise?”
    “No, but good idea. I’ve worked for you for nearly a year, lived in the same house with you. The second part is certainly longer than I intended.”
    “No point in moving somewhere else, then moving again when you and Logan get married.”
    “No, and I appreciate you understanding that, and making it easy for me not to shuffle my kids around. The fact is, even though I’m looking forward to getting married, and moving into Logan’s place—especially now that I’ve been getting my hands on it—I’ll miss being here. So will the boys.”
    “It’s nice to hear.”
    “Even with everything that went on last spring, maybe in some ways because of it, I’m attached to this house. And to you.”
    “That’s nice to hear, too. You have a sweet heart to go with that orderly mind of yours, Stella.”
    “Thanks.” She sat back in her chair, cupping her tea in both hands. Her flower-blue eyes were directly on Roz’s. “Living with and working for you for nearly a year, I know your mind and heart. At least as much as I can. One of the things I know is that despite your generosity, your hospitality, you’re a very private woman. And I know I’m stepping into that private area when I say I’m sorry about what happened tonight. I’m sorry and I’m angry and just a little bit stunned that some asshole would walk into your home, uninvited and unwelcomed, for the purpose of embarrassing you.”
    When Roz said nothing, Stella took a long breath. “So,if you’re in the mood to eat