Page 39 of Megan's Mate
“That sounds promising.”
“Don’t worry.” With a laugh, Suzanna slipped Christian into his sleeper. “We’re right behind you.”
“Notice,” Lilah added with a smile, “the direction isbehind.”
“About the book.” Megan flicked a finger over a dancing giraffe on a mobile. “I’ve made copies of several pages I thought you’d be interested in. He made a lot of notations, about business deals, personal business, purchases. At one point he inventories jewelry—Bianca’s, I assume—for insurance purposes.”
“The emeralds?” Amanda’s brow rose at Megan’s nod. “And to think of all the hours we spent going through papers, trying to find proof that they existed.”
“There’s a number of other pieces—hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth in 1913 dollars.”
“He sold nearly everything,” C.C. murmured. “We found the documents of sale. He got rid of anything that reminded him of Bianca.”
“It still hurts,” Lilah admitted. “Not the money, though God knows we could have used it. It’s the loss of what was hers, what we won’t be able to pass on.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Amanda rose to lay a sleeping Delia in her crib. “We’re too sentimental. I suppose we all feel such a close connection with Bianca.”
“I know what you mean.” It felt odd to admit it, but Megan was compelled. “I feel it, too. I suppose from seeing the references to her in the old book, and having her portrait right there in the lobby.” A bit embarrassed, she laughed. “Sometimes, when you walk down the halls at night, it’s almost as if you could sense her.”
“Of course,” Lilah said easily. “She’s here.”
“Excuse me, ladies.” Nathaniel stepped inside, obviously comfortable in a nursery inhabited by babies and nursing mothers.
Lilah smiled slowly. “Well, hello, handsome. What brings you to the maternity wing?”
“Just coming to fetch my date.”
When he took Megan’s arm, she drew back. “We don’t have a date.”
“A walk, remember?”
“I never said—”
“It’s a lovely night for it.” Suzanna lifted Christian into her arms, cooed to him.
“I have to put Kevin to bed.”
She was digging in her heels, but it didn’t seem to be doing any good.
“I’ve already tucked him in.” Nathaniel propelled her toward the doors.
“You put Kevin to bed?”
“Since he’d fallen asleep in my lap, it seemed the thing to do. Oh, Suzanna, Holt said the kids are ready whenever you are.”
“I’m on my way.” Suzanna waited until Megan and Nate were out of earshot before she turned to her sisters. “What do you think?”
Amanda smiled smugly. “I think it’s working perfectly.”
“I have to agree.” C.C. settled Ethan comfortably in his crib. “I thought Lilah had lost her mind when she came up with the idea of getting those two together.”
Lilah yawned, sighed. “I’m never wrong.” Then her eyes lit. “I bet we can see them from the window.”
“Spyon them?” Amanda arched her brows. “Good idea,” she said, and darted to the window.
They were outlined in the moonlight that sprinkled the lawn.
