The Summer Of Sunshine And Margot

Margot spun to face him, her face flushing with color.

“Sorry,” she said, tucking her phone into a pocket. “I’m having a moment.”

She wore a sleeveless red dress that fit to her waist before flaring out to just above her knee. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. She had on flat shoes, no jewelry save a watch, and minimal makeup. She appeared competent and capable and yet he found himself keenly cognizant of the fact that she was both a woman and incredibly beautiful. A combination that seemed to, as his mother would phrase it, rattle his cage.

He shook off his awareness. “Do you need assistance?”

“Thank you, but no. I’m fine.” She hesitated. “An old boyfriend is trying to get in touch with me. I’ve changed cell numbers and moved, all without telling him. One of my friends thinks I should give him a second chance. Which would technically be a fourteenth chance. I said no. She thought I was wrong.”

Before he could decide how to respond, she continued.

“It’s not him, it’s me. I’m a relatively smart person. I know what I want in my life and I make it happen. But when I’m around him, I make absurd choices. I completely accept my responsibility in everything that has gone wrong. It’s really me. So the best thing is to avoid him. Which is getting easier. I just don’t want to see him.”

Alec felt a sudden and unexpected loathing toward a man he’d never met. How peculiar. “I’m sure everyone has someone in their past they wish to avoid.”

“Even you?”

“Even me.”

She flashed him a smile. “You’re very kind, but I suspect you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“On the contrary, I’m telling the truth. I was engaged a few years ago. She was also a scholar. That was how we met. We were well suited and I suppose we fell in love.”

He paused knowing he could go either way with the rest of the story. He could say what he always said, or he could tell the truth.

He briefly looked out in the garden. No, not the truth. It was too personal, and far too humiliating.

“She was well published, or so I thought. It turns out she had been plagiarizing someone else’s work. An obscure historian who had published in the 1940s. She was eventually caught.” He returned his attention to Margot. “It wasn’t the cheating so much as what it said of her character.”

“Of course. If she would lie about that, what else would she lie about?”

“Exactly.”

“People are sometimes confusing,” she said. “I apologize for my outburst.”

“No need. I’m sure he deserved every word.”

She laughed. “He did, but still. All right. Change of subject. Things are going well with your mother. I would like to plan a couple of social events.”

Alec instinctively stiffened. He didn’t enjoy social events. There were too many people he didn’t know and he found small talk tiresome. Why did he have to put in the effort to get to know someone he would never meet again? How was that enjoyable? He wanted to say as much but he had a feeling Margot had only mentioned what she did because she wanted him to be there.

“Such as?” he asked, hoping he sounded enthused rather than resigned.

“First I want to meet Wesley. Getting to know him will help me understand the dynamics of their relationship. I was thinking drinks somewhere.”

“Oh. Wesley is easy to talk to. Probably the result of his diplomatic training. Invite him here. My mother will be more relaxed and that should help you with your observations.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Alec. That’s very kind. I’ll get going on that right away. The second event is a dinner. I want a combination of people Bianca knows and those she doesn’t. The dinner would be fairly formal. Several courses, a lot of passing of plates and choosing the right fork. The purpose is to see how she does with the etiquette and with the stress of the people. I would appreciate if you could be there. I’ll ask Wesley, of course. I’m thinking of inviting my sister, if that’s all right.”

“You have a sister?”

“A fraternal twin. Sunshine.” Margot smiled. “She’s a nanny for an eight-year-old boy. I’d also like to invite her employer and his son. Children always shift the dynamics. I’ll find a restaurant with a private room so we’re not dealing with outside influences.”

While he would never choose a dinner like she described, he saw the purpose immediately. When working with people, observation was an important tool.

“Have the dinner here,” he said impulsively. “Edna will be thrilled to cook something more challenging than food for the freezer. She is forever hinting I should host a party.” Something that was never going to happen. He did not, as a rule, like strangers in his house. He didn’t like situations where he was not completely in control. But somehow this was different.

Margot touched his arm. “Thank you, Alec. I really appreciate your help in this. Let me check with Bianca and get back to you with dates. You’re all right with me inviting my sister and her employer and his son?”

“Of course.”

She’d rested her fingers on his forearm for barely a second, yet he felt the imprint as if she’d branded him. How peculiar.

She pointed at the gardens. “Sunshine’s boss is a landscape architect. He’s going to love what you’ve done here.”

Information clicked into place. The landscape architect, the eight-year-old boy, the nanny possibly hired because...

“Does she work for Declan Dubois?”

“How did you know?”

He nodded toward the gardens. “That’s his work. He’s been to the house dozens of times. I’d forgotten he lost his wife a few months ago. I know Declan, but my mother’s never met him.”

Her mouth curved up. “And people say LA is a big town.”

“It may be but Pasadena is not. As I said, my mother doesn’t know him. She didn’t come see the house until my remodels were finished. He and his son will be strangers to her.”

“Excellent. Then we have a plan. I’ll be in touch with the details. Thank you again, Alec. I appreciate the support.”

“Of course.”

She walked inside. He watched her go, telling himself that he simply wanted to help his mother. There was no other reason he had agreed. It certainly wasn’t to impress Margot. What a ridiculous thing to think.

Chapter Seven

“Five, four, three, two, one. And take it down. You have thirty seconds to catch your breath.”

Margot lowered her butt to the seat of her bike and adjusted the resistance. Her thighs were on fire and she was breathing heavily, but in a good way. Spin class always got her heart racing.

“I hate you,” Sunshine gasped from the bike next to her. “Why would you make me do this?” Her sister was sweating and red faced. “Who thought this up? It’s hideous.”

Margot laughed. “You said you’d go to an exercise class if we were sitting down. We’re sitting.”

“Not all the time. The instructor keeps telling us to get our butts off the seats. What’s the point of having a seat if you can’t use it?”

Before Margot could answer, their rest period was over and they had to crank it up again. Sunshine groaned before increasing the resistance and standing in the pedals. When Margot glanced at her, Sunshine mouthed, “You are dead to me.”

Margot grinned.