Page 47 of A Man for Amanda
“Fred’s a bit high-strung today.” With a quick pleading look, Coco passed the growling pup to Lilah. “Why don’t you take him in the kitchen?” Her hands fluttered before she patted her hair. “Perhaps some herbal tea would soothe him.”
“I’ll take care of him.” Lilah started down the hall, murmuring to the puppy, “I don’t like him, either, Fred. Why do you suppose that is?”
“Well then.” Relieved, Coco smiled again. “How about some sherry? You can enjoy it while I show you a particularly nice japanned cabinet. It’s Charles II, I believe.”
“I’d be delighted.” He was also delighted to note that she was wearing an excellent set of pearls with matching earrings.
When Amanda arrived twenty minutes later, with Sloan stubbornly at her side, she found her aunt telling Livingston the family history while they admired an eighteenth-century credenza.
“William, I’m so sorry I’m late.”
“Don’t be.” Livingston took one look at Sloan and concluded his entryway to The Towers wouldn’t be Amanda after all. “Your aunt has been the most charming and informative of hostesses.”
“Aunt Coco knows more about the furnishings than any of us,” she told him. “This is Sloan O’Riley. Sloan is the architect who’s designing the renovations.”
“Mr. O’Riley.” The handshake was brief. Sloan had already taken a dislike to the three-piece-suited, sherry-sipping antiques dealer. “The work here must present quite a challenge.”
“Oh, I’m getting by.”
“I was just telling William how slow and tedious the job of sifting through all those old papers is. Not at all the exciting treasure the press makes it out to be.” Coco beamed. “But I’ve decided to hold another séance. Tomorrow night, the first night of the new moon.”
Amanda struggled not to groan. “Aunt Coco, I’m sure William isn’t interested.”
“On the contrary.” He turned all his charm on Coco while a plan formed in his mind. “I’d love to attend myself, if I didn’t have pressing business.”
“The next time then. Perhaps you’d like to go upstairs—”
Before she could finish, Alex burst through the terrace doors, followed by a speeding Jenny and a laughing Suzanna. All three had dirt streaked on their hands and jeans. Eyes narrowed, Alex skidded to a halt in front of Livingston.
“Who’s that?” he demanded.
“Alex, don’t be a brat.” Suzanna snagged his hand before he could spread any of his dirt over the buff-colored tailored pants. “I’m sorry,” she began. “We’ve been in the garden. I made the mistake of mentioning ice cream.”
“Don’t apologize.” Livingston forced his lips to curve. If he disliked anything more than dogs, it was small, grubby children. “They’re... lovely.”
Suzanna squeezed her son’s hand before he could resort to violence at the term. “No, they’re not,” she said cheerfully. “But we’re stuck with them. We’ll just get out of your way.” As she dragged them off to the kitchen, Alex shot a last look over his shoulder.
“He has mean eyes,” he told his mother.
“Don’t be silly.” She tousled his hair. “He was just annoyed because you almost ran into him.”
But Alex looked solemnly at Jenny, who nodded. “Like the snake onRikki-Tikki-Tavi.”
“You move, I strike,” Alex said in a fair imitation of the evil cartoon voice.
“Okay, guys, you’re giving me the creeps.” She laughed off the quick shiver. “The last one in the kitchen has to wash the bowls.” She gave them a head start while she rubbed the chill from her arms.
Chapter Nine
“There, you see.” Amanda gave Sloan a quick kiss on the cheek. “That wasn’t so bad.”
He wasn’t quite ready to be placated. “He hung around for five hours. I don’t see why Coco had to invite him for dinner.”
“Because he’s a charming, and single, man.” She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck. “Remember the tea leaves.”
They stood at the seawall, inside an ornate pergola. Sloan decided it was as good a time as any to nibble on her neck. “What tea leaves?”
“The ones that... mmm. The ones that told Aunt Coco that there would be a man coming along who’d be important to us.”
