The Drafter
Page 69
Its up on the right, Howard said, head down over his phone as three girls in skirts too short and heels too tall passed them going the other way. Its about time she answered my text.
Gawwd, one of the girls drawled. Did you see her black eye?
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Giving her hair a fluff, she lifted her chin. It is what it is.
Howards pace slowed as they entered the campsites and he began casting about. Huge RVs were spaced haphazardly under old trees. A number of them had golf carts parked in front. Others had tents with alfresco eating more lavish than most restaurants offered inside. There was a permanent pool and spa, and horses were clearly welcome, judging by the number of places available to tie them up or water them down. Millionaires camping out. Go figure.
There, he said, exhaling in relief, and Peri followed his pointing finger to one of the more elaborate campsites under a banner reading JACQUARD EQUINES. A blond woman in a black evening dress sat in the cabana-like lounge area, her laptop and tablet open and in use. An overdone silk derby hat crowned by a veil and an enormous magnolia blossom rested on the table beside an untouched julep, unnoticed as she talked on her glass phone. But it was the multiple dishes on the roof of the RV that captured Peris attention. This was the alliance? Shed been expecting something backroom and slick with sunglass-wearing security. This felt like home.
Seeing them, the woman stood, her conversation continuing as she came forward. She moved confidently, smoothing her long blond hair, which had been mussed by the hat. Peri eyed her low-heeled sandals in approvalstylish but still good to run in. Her dress was modestly high at the bodice, but it clung to accentuate her femininity. Even her jewelry was perfect, simple enough to keep her from sliding into the ranks of partygoers but saying money nonetheless. It was clearly a cultivated look, both elegant and in charge.
Hi, can I help you? she said with a slight drawl, phone call ending as her gaze ran over Peri before returning to Howard. And then her eyes widened. Oh. My. Gawd! Howard! she exclaimed, her southern drawl strengthening. I havent seen you since my freshman year!
Taf. Howard grinned, grunting in surprise when she yanked him into an enthusiastic hug. Her hair shifted to show a butterfly tattoo, and then she pushed back, beaming. Wow, you look fabulous. I should have changed my major. Hows life been treating you?
Great! I work for one of the big hospitals planning their events. Im using up all my vacation days to help my mom out on this, but God help her, she needed it. How about you? You got your license, right? I bet youre why my mom is in such a state. Lord love a duck, you know better than to bother her when shes fund-raising.
Yeah. About that.Flushed, Howard dropped back, his eyes darting to Peri to include her. Taf, Id like you to meet Peri Reed. Peri, this is Taf Jacquard. We met at school. I was pre-med. I think Taf was going for her MRS degree. How many majors did you have, anyway?
MRS degree, as in Mrs. Peri took the womans hand, surprised at how firm it was.
Just one, Taf said, giving him a mock punch as she let go of Peri. Im a marketing events coordinator, which means I can plan one hell of a party for six or sixty thousand. Nice to meet you. Its Taffeta, actually, but call me Taf.
Pleasure, Peri said, forcing her smile to stay undimmed as Taf checked out her scuffed boots, wrinkled slacks, and ugly coat. At least she didnt say anything about her black eye.
Is your mom around? Howard asked, fidgeting. Shes expecting us. I think.
Sure. Come on up and sit down, Taf said, and then louder to the aide hovering near the cabana, Find out where my mom is, will you? The aide murmured something, and Taf barked, Then text her! The woman has her phone grafted to her ass. All smiles, Taf turned back to them. You want something to drink? It might take a minute. Shes got an entire group flying in from LA, and shes trying to cram in as much as she can before they get here.
Peri eyed the cabana in anticipation, but before they could move, Taf sighed at the sound of hoofbeats. Speak of the devil and she will appear, she said, a tired resolve in her voice. Peri caught a flash of irritation on the young womans face, and then it was gone.
Hoo boy. Howard backed up when an arch-necked, light-blond mare high-stepped into the campsite. I really dont like horses.
Then you came to the wrong spot, Taf said as two men in stable livery came out from behind the RV to take the animals head.
It was the woman from the parking lot, and Peri refused to retreat as the horse shied. Ive never seen a horse that color before, she said, thinking it had almost a metallic sheen.
Taf eased up beside her, so close Peri could smell her expensive perfume. Its an Akhal-Teke gold. I think she spent more on it than on my entire education.
Shes our contact! Peri blurted, eyeing the woman in her velvet blazer and vibrant cravat. The dappled light caught the diamond-encrusted broach of a horse head, and her short, blond hair was bound up under a small but eye-catching derby hat. She looked like a politicians wife with too much money and not enough to do. But then Peri spotted the security men behind the RV coming forward. An unsettled feeling crept into her, curling around twice before settling into the pit of her soul like a bad dog.
Gawwd, one of the girls drawled. Did you see her black eye?
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Giving her hair a fluff, she lifted her chin. It is what it is.
Howards pace slowed as they entered the campsites and he began casting about. Huge RVs were spaced haphazardly under old trees. A number of them had golf carts parked in front. Others had tents with alfresco eating more lavish than most restaurants offered inside. There was a permanent pool and spa, and horses were clearly welcome, judging by the number of places available to tie them up or water them down. Millionaires camping out. Go figure.
There, he said, exhaling in relief, and Peri followed his pointing finger to one of the more elaborate campsites under a banner reading JACQUARD EQUINES. A blond woman in a black evening dress sat in the cabana-like lounge area, her laptop and tablet open and in use. An overdone silk derby hat crowned by a veil and an enormous magnolia blossom rested on the table beside an untouched julep, unnoticed as she talked on her glass phone. But it was the multiple dishes on the roof of the RV that captured Peris attention. This was the alliance? Shed been expecting something backroom and slick with sunglass-wearing security. This felt like home.
Seeing them, the woman stood, her conversation continuing as she came forward. She moved confidently, smoothing her long blond hair, which had been mussed by the hat. Peri eyed her low-heeled sandals in approvalstylish but still good to run in. Her dress was modestly high at the bodice, but it clung to accentuate her femininity. Even her jewelry was perfect, simple enough to keep her from sliding into the ranks of partygoers but saying money nonetheless. It was clearly a cultivated look, both elegant and in charge.
Hi, can I help you? she said with a slight drawl, phone call ending as her gaze ran over Peri before returning to Howard. And then her eyes widened. Oh. My. Gawd! Howard! she exclaimed, her southern drawl strengthening. I havent seen you since my freshman year!
Taf. Howard grinned, grunting in surprise when she yanked him into an enthusiastic hug. Her hair shifted to show a butterfly tattoo, and then she pushed back, beaming. Wow, you look fabulous. I should have changed my major. Hows life been treating you?
Great! I work for one of the big hospitals planning their events. Im using up all my vacation days to help my mom out on this, but God help her, she needed it. How about you? You got your license, right? I bet youre why my mom is in such a state. Lord love a duck, you know better than to bother her when shes fund-raising.
Yeah. About that.Flushed, Howard dropped back, his eyes darting to Peri to include her. Taf, Id like you to meet Peri Reed. Peri, this is Taf Jacquard. We met at school. I was pre-med. I think Taf was going for her MRS degree. How many majors did you have, anyway?
MRS degree, as in Mrs. Peri took the womans hand, surprised at how firm it was.
Just one, Taf said, giving him a mock punch as she let go of Peri. Im a marketing events coordinator, which means I can plan one hell of a party for six or sixty thousand. Nice to meet you. Its Taffeta, actually, but call me Taf.
Pleasure, Peri said, forcing her smile to stay undimmed as Taf checked out her scuffed boots, wrinkled slacks, and ugly coat. At least she didnt say anything about her black eye.
Is your mom around? Howard asked, fidgeting. Shes expecting us. I think.
Sure. Come on up and sit down, Taf said, and then louder to the aide hovering near the cabana, Find out where my mom is, will you? The aide murmured something, and Taf barked, Then text her! The woman has her phone grafted to her ass. All smiles, Taf turned back to them. You want something to drink? It might take a minute. Shes got an entire group flying in from LA, and shes trying to cram in as much as she can before they get here.
Peri eyed the cabana in anticipation, but before they could move, Taf sighed at the sound of hoofbeats. Speak of the devil and she will appear, she said, a tired resolve in her voice. Peri caught a flash of irritation on the young womans face, and then it was gone.
Hoo boy. Howard backed up when an arch-necked, light-blond mare high-stepped into the campsite. I really dont like horses.
Then you came to the wrong spot, Taf said as two men in stable livery came out from behind the RV to take the animals head.
It was the woman from the parking lot, and Peri refused to retreat as the horse shied. Ive never seen a horse that color before, she said, thinking it had almost a metallic sheen.
Taf eased up beside her, so close Peri could smell her expensive perfume. Its an Akhal-Teke gold. I think she spent more on it than on my entire education.
Shes our contact! Peri blurted, eyeing the woman in her velvet blazer and vibrant cravat. The dappled light caught the diamond-encrusted broach of a horse head, and her short, blond hair was bound up under a small but eye-catching derby hat. She looked like a politicians wife with too much money and not enough to do. But then Peri spotted the security men behind the RV coming forward. An unsettled feeling crept into her, curling around twice before settling into the pit of her soul like a bad dog.
