Page 93 of Sweet Somethings

"There aren't any names mentioned," she said. "But we figured out that the letters were from Cecelia Grayson to someone she once loved."

Looking at him in the shadowy light, she couldn't quite tell if he paled or if she just wanted to believe that.

"I don't know anything about any letters," he said gruffly. "Why do you think they belong to her?"

"Roman looked up who owned the house before my parents, and—"

"You looked it up?" Vincent interrupted, giving his grandson a hard look. "Why did you do that?"

"Originally, I thought the letters might belong to Juliette's parents, but when it was clear they didn't, we thought we'd see who else owned the house," Roman explained.

"Where are the letters now?"

"I have them," she answered. "I told Cecelia I'd give them back to her."

"She knows you found them?"

Juliette nodded. "Yes, she said she wrote them, but she never said who they were about."

Vincent's gaze drifted back to Cecelia and Martha. "Well, that's her business. I'm glad you found them and that she'll get them back. Excuse me, I have to speak to someone."

As Vincent left, she turned to Roman, excitement running through her body. "It's him. He's her lover; I know it."

Roman slowly nodded, his gaze reflective. "I think you're right. And those letters might explain something about why he bought the house."

"Maybe because he was in love with her when she lived there."

"It's possible."

As she looked at Roman, she suddenly realized that in her enthusiasm to match up Vincent and Cecelia, she was overlooking Roman's personal history. "I hope you know I'm not trying to say that your grandfather didn't love your grandmother or your father or his life."

"I didn't think you were saying that."

"Okay, good. So, what do you think we should do now?"

"Nothing."

"Roman," she protested, disappointed in his answer.

"I don't know what you want me to say. You've told them both about the letters. Whatever happens next is up to them."

He was right. It was their move. "I will give Cecelia back the letters." She smiled at his sigh of resignation. "Then I will be out of it."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

As he finished speaking, she saw Travis come down the path, with Cameron riding high on his father's shoulders, a big grin on his face. "Look, Roman. Look how happy Cameron is."

"As happy as I've seen him," Roman admitted. "Travis, too."

Travis saw them and came over to say hello. When he reached them, he set Cameron down on his feet.

"Hi, Juliette," Cameron said. "Did you see the boats?"

"I did. They were really pretty."

"I was just going to get Cameron some hot apple cider. Anyone want one?" Travis asked.

"That does sound good," she said.

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