Page 59 of For the Love of Lilah
Colleen sniffed again. “Well, you’ve made a mess of it. The lot of you. Bringing thieves under the roof, splashing our name all over the press, nearly getting yourselves killed. For all we know the old man sold the emeralds.”
“He’d have kept a record,” Max put in, and had Colleen studying him again.
“You’re right there, Mr. Ph.D. He kept account of every penny he made, and every penny he spent.” She closed her eyes a moment. “Nanny always told us she hid them away. For us.” Fierce, her eyes opened again. “Fairy tales.”
“I love fairy tales,” Lilah said from the doorway. She stood, flanked by C.C. and Amanda.
“Come in here where I can see you.”
“You first,” Lilah muttered to C.C.
“Why me?”
“You’re the youngest.” She gave her sister a gentle shove.
“Throwing a pregnant woman to the wolves,” Amanda muttered.
“You’re next.”
“What’s that on your face?” Colleen demanded of C.C.
C.C. wiped a hand over her cheek. “Motor oil, I guess.”
“What’s the world coming to? You’ve got good bones,” she decided. “You’ll age well. You pregnant yet?”
Dipping her hands in her pockets, C.C. grinned. “As a matter of fact, yes. Trent and I are expecting in February.”
“Good.” Colleen waved her away. Steeling herself, Amanda stepped forward.
“Hello, Aunt Colleen. I’m glad you decided to come for the wedding.”
“Might, might not.” Lips pursed, she studied Amanda. “You know how to write a proper letter, in any case. It reached me last week, with the invitation.” She was a lovely thing, Colleen thought, like her sisters. She felt a sense of pride in that, but would have bitten off her tongue before admitting it. “Any reason you couldn’t marry a man from a nice Eastern family?”
“Yes. None of them annoyed me as much as Sloan.”
With what might have been a laugh, Colleen waved her away.
When she focused on Lilah, her eyes burned and she had to press her lips tight to keep them from quivering. It was like looking at her mother, with all the years, and all the hurt wiped away.
“So, you’re Lilah.” When her voice cracked, she lowered her brows, looking so formidable that Coco trembled.
“Yes.” Lilah kissed both her cheeks. “The last time I saw you I was eight, I think. And you scolded me for going barefoot.”
“And just what are you doing with your life?”
“Oh, as little as possible,” Lilah said blithely. “How about you?”
Colleen’s lips twitched, but she rounded on Coco. “Haven’t you taught these girls manners?”
“Don’t blame her.” Lilah sat on the floor at Max’s feet. “We’re incorrigible.” She glanced over her shoulder, smiled at Max, then set a companionable hand on his knee.
Colleen didn’t miss a trick. “So, you’ve got your eye on this one.”
Tossing back her hair, Lilah smiled. “I certainly do. Cute, isn’t he?”
“Lilah,” Max muttered. “Give me a break.”
“You didn’t kiss me hello,” she said quite clearly.
