Chesapeake Blue
Page 57
"Sorry. Ah… I'll come back."
"No. No." She had to force herself not to leap in front of the door to block his path of retreat. She knew nothing would dry her mother up as quickly as social introductions. "I'm glad you stopped in. I'd like you to meet my mother. Katherine Whitcomb Banks, Seth Quinn."
"Nice to meet you."
"And you." Katherine gave him a watery smile as she offered a hand. "You'll have to forgive me. I've been missing my daughter, and it's made me overly emotional." Now as she dabbed at her eyes, they began to sharpen. "Seth Quinn. The artist?"
"Yes," Dru confirmed, brightly now. "We've admired Seth's work, haven't we, Mom?"
"Very much. Very much. My brother and his wife were in Rome last year and fell in love with your painting of the Spanish Steps. I was very envious of their find. And you grew up here, didn't you?"
"Yes, ma'am. My family's here."
"It's so important to remember family," Katherine said with a sorrowful look at Dru. "How long will you be in the area?"
"I live here."
"Oh, but I thought you lived in Europe."
"I was staying in Europe for a while. I live here. This is home."
"I see. Will you be having a showing in D.C., or Baltimore?"
"Eventually."
"You must be sure to let me know when. I'd love to see more of your work. I'd be delighted to have you to dinner when it's convenient for you. Do you have a card, so I can send you an invitation?"
"A card?" He grinned, quick and bright. He couldn't help it. "No, sorry. But you can let Dru know. She knows how to get a hold of me."
"I see." And now she was beginning to. "We'll do it very soon."
"Mom's leaving for Paris," Dru said quickly. "When you get back," she told her mother, and nudged her toward the door, "we'll see about getting together."
" Bon voyage." Seth lifted a hand in farewell.
"Thank you, but I'm not sure I'll be—"
"Mom. Go to Paris." Dru gave her a firm kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy yourself. Have a wonderful, romantic holiday with Dad. Buy out Chanel. Send me a postcard."
"I don't know. I'll think about it. It was lovely to meet you, Seth. I hope to see you again, very soon."
"That'd be great. Have a good trip."
He waited, tapping his fingers on his thighs as Dru walked her mother out. More like goose-stepped her out, he corrected. He saw, through the window, her loading Katherine into a cream-colored Mercedes sedan, with uniformed driver.
It reminded him of a small point he'd forgotten. Dru's family was loaded. Easy enough to forget it, he mused. She didn't live rich. She lived normal.
When she came back in, she locked the door, then leaned back against it. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For using you to wheedle out of a very uncomfortable situation."
"What are friends for?" He moved to her, tapped her chin with his finger. "Do you want to tell me why she was crying and you looked so miserable?"
"She wanted me to go to Paris. Just like that," Dru added, lifting her hands, then letting them drop.
"She'd made all the arrangements without asking me, then drove down here expecting me to leap with joy, rush out and pack a bag and go."
"I guess some people would have."
"Some people don't have a business to run," she snapped. "Some people haven't already been to Paris more times then they can count anyway. And some people don't like to have their lives neatly arranged for them as if they were still eight years old."
"Sugar." Because he could feel her vibrating with anger and frustration, he rubbed his hands down her arms. "I didn't say you should have, but that some people would have. Got you wound up, didn't she?"
"She nearly always does. And I know she doesn't actually mean to. She really thinks she's doing it for me. They both do, and that makes it worse. She makes assumptions she shouldn't make, makes decisions for me she no longer has the right to make, then I hurt her feelings when I don't go along."
"If it makes you feel any better, I got reamed by Cam this morning because I haven't been around and forgot to do some stuff I said I'd do."
Dru angled her head. "Did he cry?"
"He might've gotten a little misty. Okay, no," he said, relieved when her mouth curved. "But we were on the verge of punching each other when Phil broke it up."
"Well, I can hardly hit my mother. Did you work it out with your brother?"
"Yeah, we're okay. I need to go by and grovel to Anna for a while, but I thought I'd drop off the boat design." He nodded toward the large folder he'd set on the counter.
"Oh." She pressed her fingers to her temples. "Can I look at it later? I need to close up or I'll be late for my class."
"Yoga. Oh yeah. You shouldn't miss that. We still on for tonight?"
"Do you want to be on for tonight?"
"I've been thinking about you all day. About being with you."
It warmed her. "I suppose I might have given you a passing thought. Though I've been pretty busy in here today."
"So I hear. Will came by the boatyard and nearly gave Aub a heart attack with that forest of roses."
"Did she like them?"
"She got gooey—and it's not easy to make Aubrey gooey. Will, on the other hand, looked dead on his feet. I figure he's got to be seriously stuck on her to come by here, buy flowers, give them to her when he looked like he hadn't slept for a week."
"I liked him, and his brother. You're lucky to have friends that go back to childhood."
"Don't you?"
"Not really. In any case," she went on to avoid the subject, "I had yet another odd visit just before he came in. Some woman," she continued as she cashed out, locked up her cash from the day. "She claimed to know my mother, but once she started talking, I knew she didn't. Not only from what she said, but how she looked. That sounds like snobbery, but it's just logic."
"How did she look?"
"Hard, cheap and not like anyone who's ever worked on a charity committee with my mother. She was pumping me, feeling me out." Dru shrugged. "Not that unusual when you come from an influential family." There was ice in the pit of his stomach. "What did she say? What did she do?"
"No. No." She had to force herself not to leap in front of the door to block his path of retreat. She knew nothing would dry her mother up as quickly as social introductions. "I'm glad you stopped in. I'd like you to meet my mother. Katherine Whitcomb Banks, Seth Quinn."
"Nice to meet you."
"And you." Katherine gave him a watery smile as she offered a hand. "You'll have to forgive me. I've been missing my daughter, and it's made me overly emotional." Now as she dabbed at her eyes, they began to sharpen. "Seth Quinn. The artist?"
"Yes," Dru confirmed, brightly now. "We've admired Seth's work, haven't we, Mom?"
"Very much. Very much. My brother and his wife were in Rome last year and fell in love with your painting of the Spanish Steps. I was very envious of their find. And you grew up here, didn't you?"
"Yes, ma'am. My family's here."
"It's so important to remember family," Katherine said with a sorrowful look at Dru. "How long will you be in the area?"
"I live here."
"Oh, but I thought you lived in Europe."
"I was staying in Europe for a while. I live here. This is home."
"I see. Will you be having a showing in D.C., or Baltimore?"
"Eventually."
"You must be sure to let me know when. I'd love to see more of your work. I'd be delighted to have you to dinner when it's convenient for you. Do you have a card, so I can send you an invitation?"
"A card?" He grinned, quick and bright. He couldn't help it. "No, sorry. But you can let Dru know. She knows how to get a hold of me."
"I see." And now she was beginning to. "We'll do it very soon."
"Mom's leaving for Paris," Dru said quickly. "When you get back," she told her mother, and nudged her toward the door, "we'll see about getting together."
" Bon voyage." Seth lifted a hand in farewell.
"Thank you, but I'm not sure I'll be—"
"Mom. Go to Paris." Dru gave her a firm kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy yourself. Have a wonderful, romantic holiday with Dad. Buy out Chanel. Send me a postcard."
"I don't know. I'll think about it. It was lovely to meet you, Seth. I hope to see you again, very soon."
"That'd be great. Have a good trip."
He waited, tapping his fingers on his thighs as Dru walked her mother out. More like goose-stepped her out, he corrected. He saw, through the window, her loading Katherine into a cream-colored Mercedes sedan, with uniformed driver.
It reminded him of a small point he'd forgotten. Dru's family was loaded. Easy enough to forget it, he mused. She didn't live rich. She lived normal.
When she came back in, she locked the door, then leaned back against it. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For using you to wheedle out of a very uncomfortable situation."
"What are friends for?" He moved to her, tapped her chin with his finger. "Do you want to tell me why she was crying and you looked so miserable?"
"She wanted me to go to Paris. Just like that," Dru added, lifting her hands, then letting them drop.
"She'd made all the arrangements without asking me, then drove down here expecting me to leap with joy, rush out and pack a bag and go."
"I guess some people would have."
"Some people don't have a business to run," she snapped. "Some people haven't already been to Paris more times then they can count anyway. And some people don't like to have their lives neatly arranged for them as if they were still eight years old."
"Sugar." Because he could feel her vibrating with anger and frustration, he rubbed his hands down her arms. "I didn't say you should have, but that some people would have. Got you wound up, didn't she?"
"She nearly always does. And I know she doesn't actually mean to. She really thinks she's doing it for me. They both do, and that makes it worse. She makes assumptions she shouldn't make, makes decisions for me she no longer has the right to make, then I hurt her feelings when I don't go along."
"If it makes you feel any better, I got reamed by Cam this morning because I haven't been around and forgot to do some stuff I said I'd do."
Dru angled her head. "Did he cry?"
"He might've gotten a little misty. Okay, no," he said, relieved when her mouth curved. "But we were on the verge of punching each other when Phil broke it up."
"Well, I can hardly hit my mother. Did you work it out with your brother?"
"Yeah, we're okay. I need to go by and grovel to Anna for a while, but I thought I'd drop off the boat design." He nodded toward the large folder he'd set on the counter.
"Oh." She pressed her fingers to her temples. "Can I look at it later? I need to close up or I'll be late for my class."
"Yoga. Oh yeah. You shouldn't miss that. We still on for tonight?"
"Do you want to be on for tonight?"
"I've been thinking about you all day. About being with you."
It warmed her. "I suppose I might have given you a passing thought. Though I've been pretty busy in here today."
"So I hear. Will came by the boatyard and nearly gave Aub a heart attack with that forest of roses."
"Did she like them?"
"She got gooey—and it's not easy to make Aubrey gooey. Will, on the other hand, looked dead on his feet. I figure he's got to be seriously stuck on her to come by here, buy flowers, give them to her when he looked like he hadn't slept for a week."
"I liked him, and his brother. You're lucky to have friends that go back to childhood."
"Don't you?"
"Not really. In any case," she went on to avoid the subject, "I had yet another odd visit just before he came in. Some woman," she continued as she cashed out, locked up her cash from the day. "She claimed to know my mother, but once she started talking, I knew she didn't. Not only from what she said, but how she looked. That sounds like snobbery, but it's just logic."
"How did she look?"
"Hard, cheap and not like anyone who's ever worked on a charity committee with my mother. She was pumping me, feeling me out." Dru shrugged. "Not that unusual when you come from an influential family." There was ice in the pit of his stomach. "What did she say? What did she do?"
