an endless minute or two go by before hespoke again. âI met her on a business trip to Atlanta.â
âYes. I heard that somewhere. That she was from Atlanta.â
âIs there anything you havenât heard?â He spoke roughly.
She refused to be put in her place by his tone. âYep,â she replied downright cheerfully. âI never heard why you married her.â
âSo you asked.â
âThatâs right.â
He probably should have told her to mind her own business and turned and left her there to do the job heâd hired her for. But he didnât.
âYou saw her. All that black hair, those pale eyes and that white, white skin. And a Waverly. The Waverlys are a very important family in Atlanta.â There was a butterfly mobile over Lenaâs crib. He tapped it and the butterflies danced. âMonica was an only child, pampered, thoroughly self-absorbed.â
âJust your type, huh?â
He sent her a lowering look. âIâll pretend you didnât say that.â
She dared to shrug. âSuit yourself.â
He turned to her fully, folding his arms across his chest. âWhat happened to the quiet, unassuming housekeeper I used to know?â
Her gaze did not waver. âIâm not your housekeeper anymore.â
âNo. Now youâre the nanny.â
She shrugged again. And she waited for him to go on.
He went ahead and obliged her. âLetâs see. Why did I marry Monica? Well, for all the wrong reasons, obviously. Because she was beautiful. I really liked the way she danced, the way she laughed, the way all the other men wanted her. I wanted her. You could say I wasâ¦dazzled by her, I suppose. She was a prize to be won. I wanted to bring her home and show her off. One of the Atlanta Waverlys. My wife.â
âAre you saying that you never loved her?â
âLove.â He gave the word back to her, his ambivalence about it clear in his tone.
âWhat does that mean? Did you love her or not?â
âAll right. Yeah, I loved herâor at least I thought at the time that what I felt for her was love. But looking back, with all the wisdom hindsight affordsâ¦â He let the thought finish itself.
Josie said, âWell, I did get the picture that you wanted to start a family and she didnât. That always seemed to be a problem between you.â
Denials rose to his lips. He didnât voice them. They would have been lies and Josie would have recognized them as such. After all, Monica had never been the quiet type. Whatever was on her mind came right out of her mouth. Josie had heard it all, especially after Monica finally got pregnant. Monica had hatedwatching her figure go and her ankles swell and sheâd made no secret of her feelings.
âI was ready for a family. Or at least, I thought I was. Iâd been to college, been a soldier and a prisoner of war. Came back a heroâand then got myself in that big, ugly mess when Haley Mercado drowned.â He looked at her measuringly. âYou know all about Haley Mercado, right?â
âWell, Flynt, I do read the newspapers.â
âIt was our fault. Mine, Luke Callaghanâs, Tyler Murdochâs and Spence Harrisonâs.â
âWait a minute. The way I remember it, they found all four of you not guilty, at the trial.â
âCarl Bridges got us off. That doesnât mean we werenât at fault. We were heroes home from the war. We were very drunk and very full of ourselves. We goaded Haley into going on a midnight boat ride on Lake Maria with us. The boat capsized and we all went under. Haley never resurfaced.â
âIt was an accident.â
âShe shouldnât have been in that boat. She wouldnât have been in that boat. We razzed her like hell until she finally went with us.â
Josie studied him from across the room, her pose a mirror of his, arms folded over those beautiful breasts.