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hates parties,” she reminded him. Her eyes lowered to the rich leather of her Western saddle. “And he hates me too, most of the time.”

      “He doesn't,” Phillip returned. “It's just that you set fire to his temper, you rebellious little witch. I can remember a time when you all but worshiped my big brother.”

      She grimaced, turning her eyes to the long horizon where thoroughbred Arabians grazed on lush pasture grass, their black coats shimmering like oil in the sunlight. “Did I?” She laughed shortly. “He was kind to me once, when my mother died.”

      “He cares about you. We all do,” he said gently.

      She smiled at him warmly and reached out an impulsive hand to touch his sleeve. “I'm ungrateful, and I don't mean to be. You and your mother have been wonderful to me. Taking me in, putting me through school—how could I be ungrateful?”

      “Blake had a little to do with it,” he reminded her wryly.

      She tossed her hair back impatiently. “I suppose,” she admitted grudgingly.

      “Finishing school was his idea.”

      “And I hated it!” she flashed. “I wanted to go to the university and take political science courses.”

      “Blake likes to entertain buyers,” he reminded her. “Political science courses don't teach you how to be a hostess.”

      She shrugged. “Well, I'm not going to be here forever, despite the fact that you and Blake are my cousins,” she said. “I'll get married someday. I know I owe your family a lot, but I'm not going to spend my whole life playing hostess for Blake! He can get married and let his wife do it. If he can find anyone brave enough,” she added waspishly.

      “You've got to be kidding, Cuz,” he chuckled. “They follow him around like ants on a sugar trail. Blake could have his pick when it comes to women, and you know it.”

      “It must be his money, then,” she said tightly, “because it sure isn't his cheerful personality that draws them!”

      “You're just sore because he wouldn't let you go away with Jack Harris for the weekend,” he teased.

      She flushed right up to her hairline. “I didn't know Jack had planned for us to be alone at the cottage,” she protested. “I thought his parents were going to be there, too.”

      “But you didn't think to check. Blake did.” He laughed at her expression. “I'll never forget how he looked when Jack came to get you. Or how Jack looked when he left, alone.”

      She shivered at the memory. “I'd like to forget.”

      “I'll bet you would. You've been staring daggers at Blake ever since, but it just bounces right off. You don't dent him, do you?”

      “Nothing dents Blake,” she murmured. “He just stands there and lets me rant and rave until he's had enough, then he turns that cold voice on me and walks away. He'll be glad when I'm gone,” she said in a quiet voice.

      “You're not going anywhere yet, are you?” he asked suddenly.

      She darted a mischievous glance at him. “I had thought about joining the French Foreign Legion,” she admitted. “Do you think I could get my application accepted before the weekend?”

      He laughed. “In time to escape Blake? You know you've missed him.”

      “I have?” she asked with mock innocence.

      “Six months is a long time. He's calmed down.”

      “Blake never forgets,” she sighed miserably. She stared past Phillip to the towering gray stone house in the distance with its graceful arches and the cluster of huge live oaks dripping Spanish moss that stood like sentries around it.

      “Don't work yourself into a nervous breakdown,” Phillip said comfortingly. “Come on, race me back to the house and we'll have breakfast.”

      She sighed wearily. “All right.”

      ***

      Maude's dark eyes lit up when the two of them walked into the elegant dining room and seated themselves at the polished oak table.

      She had the same olive skin and sharp, dark eyes as her eldest son, the same forthright manner and quick temper. Maude was nothing like Phillip. She lacked his gentleness and easy manner, as well as his pale coloring. Those traits came from his late father, not from his maverick mother, who thought nothing of getting a congressman out of bed at two in the morning if she wanted a piece of pending legislation explained to her.

      “It's good to have you home, baby,” Maude told Kathryn, reaching out a slender, graceful hand to touch the younger woman's arm. “I'm simply surrounded by men these days.”

      “That's the truth,” Phillip said wryly as he helped himself to scrambled eggs from the bone china platter. “Matt Davis and Jack Nelson nearly came to blows over her at a cocktail party last week.”

      Maude glared at him. “That isn't so,” she protested.

      “Oh?” Kathryn asked with an impish smile as she sipped her black coffee.

      Maude shifted uncomfortably. “Anyway, I wish Blake were home. It was bad timing, that crisis at the London office. I had a special evening planned for Friday night. A homecoming party for you. It would have been perfect…”

      “I don't need Blake to make a party perfect,” Kathryn burst out without thinking.

      Maude's pencil-thin gray brows went up. “Are you going to hold it against him forever?” she chided.

      Kathryn's fingers tightened around her coffee cup. “He didn't have to be so rough on me!” she protested.

      “He was right, Kathryn Mary, and you know it,” Maude said levelly. She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table. “Darling, you have to remember that you're just barely twenty. Blake's thirty-four now, and he knows a great deal more about life than you've had time to learn. We've all sheltered you,” she added, frowning. “Sometimes I wonder if it was quite fair.”

      “Ask Blake,” she returned bitterly. “He's kept me under glass for years.”

      “His protective instinct,” Phillip said with an amused grin. “A misplaced mother hen complex.”

      “I wouldn't let him hear that, if I were you,” Maude commented drily.

      “I'm not afraid of big brother,” he replied. “Just because he can outfight me is no reason…on second thought, you may have a point.”

      Maude laughed. “You're a delight. I wish Blake had a little of your ability to take things lightly. He's so intense.”

      “I can think of a better word,” Kathryn said under her breath.

      “Isn't it amazing,” Phillip asked his mother, “how brave she is when Blake isn't here?”

      “Amazing.” Maude nodded. She smiled at Kathryn. “Cheer up, sweetheart. Let me tell you what Eve Barrington has planned for your homecoming party Saturday night…the one I was going to give you if Blake hadn't been called away…”

      ***

      The arrangements for the party were faultless, Kathryn discovered. The florist had delivered urns of dried flowers in blazing fall colors, and tasteful arrangements of daisies and mums and baby's breath to decorate the buffet tables. The intimate little gathering at the nearby estate swelled to over fifty people, not all of them contemporaries of Kathryn's. Quite a number, she noticed with amusement, were politicians. Maude was lobbying fiercely for legislation to protect a nearby stretch of South Carolina's unspoiled river land from being zoned for business. No doubt she'd pleaded with Eve to add those politicians to the guest list, Kathryn thought wickedly.

      Nan Barrington, Eve's daughter, and one of Kathryn's oldest friends, pulled her aside while the musicians launched into a frantic rock number.

      “Mother

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