Amazing Gracie

Her expression turned thoughtful. “Of course, that’s the problem, isn’t it? They’re all trying too hard. What’s the challenge in that? You need a woman who won’t go all weak-kneed just looking at you. Struck me that this Gracie of yours has spunk.”

“I just met the woman. She is not my Gracie.”

“Whatever. She looks as if she could keep you on your toes. Probably too much woman for you, now that I think about it.”

Kevin fought a surge of indignation and lost. “The woman hasn’t been born who’d be too much for me,” he grumbled.

“So you say.”

“Do you have a license for all this analysis you’re doing?”

“I have something better. I have years of experience. You’d do well to listen to me once in a while.”

“I listen to every word you say.”

“And then pick and choose which half of them to ignore.”

He couldn’t deny that at least half of it fell on deaf ears. “Okay, Aunt Delia, let’s leave me out of this for a minute,” he suggested on a more somber note. “Bottom line. Do you really want me to sell your house to Gracie MacDougal so she can turn it into a bed-and-breakfast?”

For a second, she looked nonplussed by the direct question. Then she squared her shoulders and looked him in the eye, challenging him right back. “Might’s well,” she said. “You won’t let me near the place. It’s a shame to let it sit there, when it could be filled with laughter again.”

His gaze narrowed. He was missing something here. She had fought tooth and nail every suggestion he’d made about putting the house on the market. She’d insisted, in fact, on putting it in his name, though as far as he was concerned it was still hers to do with as she liked.

“Do you mean that?” he asked. “I thought you loved that old house.”

“I do. I spent my entire life in that house. Not a minute goes by that I don’t miss it, but I’m not a fool, Kevin. I know it was getting to be too much for me. I’m better off here with you, though why you’d rather be out here in this mausoleum instead of in town is beyond me.”

She surveyed him, then shrugged. “Besides, you need somebody around who can stand up to you. None of those pitiful Daniels relatives of yours has the gumption to put you in your place when you deserve it. And Molly’s been catering to your every whim since the day you were born. I’ve never seen a housekeeper who’s so taken in by a smile and an occasional kind word. That leaves me to see you don’t get too big for your britches.”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Something tells me that MacDougal girl could hold her own with you, though. I wouldn’t mind watching the negotiations for the house, just to see the sparks fly.”

“Maybe,” he conceded cautiously. He knew what she was up to. She was laying the groundwork for throwing him into more frequent contact with Gracie. He had a hunch, though, that any actual deal would be a very long time coming. Aunt Delia was especially fond of fireworks, especially of the human variety.

“She didn’t back down when you said no, did she?” his aunt pointed out.

“True. She said she’d be back.”

“Good. Next time, I want to meet her.”

The very thought of such a meeting sent a chill through him. He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Why on earth not? It is my house she wants to buy, isn’t it?”

“And we both know you’d give it away if you took a shine to the potential buyer. I won’t have you being cheated. If the time comes when you’ve given the matter some thought and you decide you want to sell, I’ll handle the negotiations.”

“Then keep the lines of communication open with Gracie MacDougal. Something tells me she’ll pay top dollar,” she said, regarding him with a canny look. “If that’s all you’re interested in.”

“We’ll talk about it when you’ve thought it over,” he repeated. “In the meantime, you stay the heck away from Ms. MacDougal.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know, getting to know a stranger might relieve some of the boredom around here.”

His aunt went to more luncheons and tea parties than the Queen of England, but Kevin played along.

“I already told you I’d take you to the off-track betting place tomorrow,” he reminded her. “We’ll have lunch, watch a few races. You can throw some of your savings down the tube.”

“Yes, and that will be real nice, but there’s a movie I’ve been wanting to see, too,” she mentioned oh-so-casually. “It’s playing in Fredericksburg.”

For pure sneakiness, Aunt Delia could put the Daniels side of the family to shame. “And you think these two outings will relieve the tedium?” he asked.

“It’ll be a start.”

“Okay. What movie?” Kevin asked suspiciously. “Not another of those violent, blood and gore things. The last one had no plot.”

“Of course it had a plot. It also had that hunky Jean-Claude van Damme in it. That alone was worth the price of admission.”

Kevin sighed at the thought of his aunt having fantasies about an action-movie superstar. “I worry about you, you know that.”

“Why? Just because I can appreciate a hunk when I see one?” She regarded him with another of those sly looks. “Bet that Gracie MacDougal can, too. I saw her looking at you, you know. Little wonder, given the way you dress.”

Since they’d had the discussion about the way he dressed about a hundred times, he seized on her revelation about Gracie MacDougal.

“She was checking me out?”

“Ogling you, in fact. You let her catch another glimpse or two, you can probably drive up her offer on that house by another fifty thousand.”

Kevin stared at her, astounded by her suggestion. “Why don’t I just sleep with her?” he grumbled. “Maybe then she’d fork over another hundred thousand.”

Despite his facetious tone, Aunt Delia took him seriously. “Nope, I think building anticipation is a better approach. You’ll have her so muddle-headed, she won’t know what she’s doing. Once you’ve gone to bed with a person, nothing much is left to the imagination.”

Kevin thought of Gracie MacDougal’s singleminded negotiations earlier. “I think you may be underestimating her, Aunt Delia. I doubt she’s distracted easily. She’s a tough cookie.”

She feigned shock. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of her.”

“Scared? Who said anything about being scared?”

“Well, then, don’t let any grass grow under your feet. Get busy and reel her in, boy.”

Kevin had a feeling they weren’t talking entirely about a real estate transaction now. “I’ll see Gracie MacDougal again in my own good time. In the meantime, you do some serious thinking about whether you’re really ready to sell that house to her or anybody else. We’ve had other offers in the past and you haven’t been interested. In fact, you chased that last man off with threats of bodily harm a lady shouldn’t even know about. Made my blood run cold.”

“Times change. People change.”

“Not overnight they don’t.”

“Okay, okay, if it’ll make you happy, I’ll think about it. You set up an appointment with that MacDougal gal for tomorrow. Invite her to have lunch with us at the races.”

“Not on your life.”

“Coward.”