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“Why, that’s Sugar Beth Carey you’re looking for,” Amanda Higgins said about five seconds after the reporter arrived in town. “Sugar Beth Carey Tharp Zagurski Hooper.”
“You might remember reading about her a few years back,” her husband volunteered. “She was that waitress who married the oil tycoon. Emmett Hooper was his name.”
The story hit the papers twenty-four hours later, and even Tibet wasn’t far enough away to hide.
Early in May, a month after Colin had left, the painting went up for auction, and the J. Paul Getty Museum bought it for a little over three million dollars. Even though Jewel and the Seawillows did their best to celebrate with Sugar Beth, she wanted Colin. More than any one of them, he’d understood what this meant to her. But the fact that he didn’t bother to call with his congratulations added another log to the smoldering pyre of her resentment.
She completed the paperwork for the trust that would ensure Delilah’s care, then flew to Houston to spend a few days with her and take care of other business. Reflections stared back at her from the window of every bookstore she passed. She treated herself to an appointment at the city’s best salon, followed by a shopping spree, but not even fresh blond highlights and a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos could lift her spirits.
She returned to Parrish late on a Tuesday night, six weeks after Colin’s desertion, tired, lonely, and teary-eyed. Just as she began to turn off her bedside light, the phone rang, and when she answered, she heard a familiar imperious voice. “Where the bloody hell have you been for the last three days?”
Her legs collapsed. “Colin?”
“What other man would be calling you at midnight, pray tell?”
Everything she’d pla
“Reached you at a bad time, did I?”
“You manipulating bastard!” Everything spilled out, all her anger and frustration. She yelled and cursed until she was hoarse, but when she finally wound down, he only said, “Now, now, my love,” which wound her up all over again.
“I’m not your love! I’m not your anything! You deserted me, you limey prick, and I’ll never forgive you. But I’m glad you left because now I don’t ever have to look at your ugly face again. And guess what? When I told you I loved you, it was a big joke, do you hear me? All this time I’ve been laughing at you behind your back. I don’t love you! The whole thing was a big fat joke!”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, not missing a beat. “But since I love you enough for both of us, I’m not too concerned. It’s embarrassing, really, how much I miss you.”
That calmed her down a little.
She abandoned the side of the bed to sit cross-legged on the rug so Gordon, who’d slithered under the bed during her tirade, could emerge and put his head in her lap. Her eyes had started to leak, but she took deep breaths so Colin didn’t know his desertion had turned her into a regular little watering pot. “How could you have left?”
“An animal in pain. That sort of rubbish.” He sounded haughty, vaguely bored, but she knew him too well, and she wasn’t fooled. She’d hurt him, all right, maybe more than he’d hurt her. She leaned down and blotted her eyes on one of Gordon’s ears. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I didn’t.”
He replied with the same jaded tones. “That fact that you couldn’t help yourself only made it more painful.”
“You were right,” she said in a miserably small voice. “I never gave us a chance. I realized it as soon as you drove off.”
“Of course I was right.”
“Could you come back now?”
“Under what terms?”
“This isn’t a business negotiation.”
“Just so we’re clear.”
“I love you,” she said. “I can’t be much clearer than that. But we need to have this discussion in person. Where are you?”
“As to that . . . I’m not quite ready to say.”
She sat a little straighter. “Then why are you calling? What do you want?”
“I want your heart, my darling.”
“You have it. Don’t you know that?”
“And I want your courage.”
She bit her lip. “The courage thing is starting to come together for me. It’s not happening overnight, but I’m getting there. And I don’t want to lose you. I haven’t really thought this through all the way, but it seems to me that Parrish can survive the scandal of two people who love each other living together for a while, don’t you?”
There was a short pause. “That’s what you want, then? For me to come back so we can live together?”
“I know it’s a big step, but I’m tired of being scared—you have no idea—and I’m ready to take that step if you are.”
“I see.”
“You mentioned an engagement. I’m . . . I’m honored, Colin. I know this is just as hard for you as it is for me. This could be our first step.” He didn’t say anything, and she wondered if she’d shot too far ahead. “But if you’re not ready to live together, I understand, and forget about the engagement—it’s way too soon. I’ll move back to the carriage house so you have some room. I won’t push, and I won’t crowd you. I know how that feels. Take all the time you need. Just come back.”
She waited.
“Colin?”
“You still don’t understand, my darling.”
She was perspiring from nerves. “Understand what?”
“I’m returning on our wedding day. Not a moment before.”
“Our wedding day!” She jumped to her feet. Gordon slithered back under the bed.
“I’m sure Wi
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am.”
“An engagement, yes.” She shot across the room. “After we’ve lived together for a while. But we’re not jumping into marriage. We aren’t prepared.”
“I’m afraid I have to go, Sugar Beth. I need to get back to work. Congratulations on the sale of your painting. I only wish I could have been there to celebrate with you.”
“Don’t you dare hang up! Are you telling me that you’re not coming back unless I agree to marry you?”
“Of course not. That would give you far too much wiggle room. What I’m telling you is that I won’t come back until you’re standing inside the church, at the altar, with all our friends there as witnesses.”
“That’s ridiculous!” She kicked a magazine out of her way. “This isn’t one of your books, Colin. This is real life. People don’t do things like this.”
“But then we’re not ordinary people, are we?”
She’d started to hyperventilate and sank down on the chair. “Use your head. Neither of us can afford another mistake. We have to be sure we’re completely comfortable with each other.”
“I was sure a long time ago. I’m very much in love with you.”
She gripped the phone tighter. “Come home, Colin. Now.”
“And put myself at your mercy again? I’m hardly that foolish.”
“Then how are we going to settle this?”
“Inside a church in front of a minister. Take it or leave it.”
She jumped back up. “I’m leaving it!”
She heard a bored sigh. “Fortunately for you, I’m prepared to be patient for another day or so, which, more than anything else, bears testimony to the depth of my feelings for you.”
“Stop talking like a fop!”
“I’ll check in with Ryan periodically. But—and listen very carefully, my darling—I will not be calling you again. If you were a sane woman, I would, of course, behave in a more rational fashion. Since you are a lunatic, however, this is the only way.”
“You pla
“Let’s simply say that you’re not the sort of woman who can be permitted to run amok.”
She clenched her fist. “Colin, please. We have the chance for a future together. Don’t screw it up by making unreasonable demands.”
“How could I screw it up when you’re doing that so very well all by yourself?”
“I’m pregnant! You have to come back right now to take care of me.”