Red Lily

to breakfast together this morning.”

    “No, we’re all right. If you don’t like me sleeping with her in the house, I get that.”
    “So you’ll respect the sanctity of our home and sleep with her elsewhere?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I slept with men I wasn’t married to in Harper House. It’s not a cathedral, it’s a home. Yours as much as mine. If you’re having sex with Hayley, you might as well have it comfortably. And safely,” she added with a direct look.
    Even after all these years, it made his shoulders hunch. “I buy my own condoms these days.”
    “I’m glad to hear it.”
    “And that isn’t what I wanted to get into. I traced the bracelet back to Amelia.”
    Those eyes widened as she sat back on her heels. “You did? That was fast work.”
    “Fast work, coincidence, lucky break. I’m not sure where it falls. It came from the estate of an Esther Hopkins. She’s been dead a few years now, apparently, and her daughter decided to go ahead and sell some of the things she didn’t like, or care to keep. Mae Fitzpatrick. She said she knew you.”
    “Mae Fitzpatrick.” Roz closed her eyes and tried to flip through the vast mental files of acquaintances. “I’m sorry, it doesn’t seem familiar.”
    “She was married before. Wait a minute . . . Ives?”
    “Mae Ives doesn’t ring bells either.”
    “Well, she said she’d only met you a couple of times. Once was when you married Daddy. She was at your wedding.”
    “Is that a fact? Well, that’s interesting, but not all that surprising. I think between my mama and John’s we had everybody in Shelby County and most of Tennessee at the wedding.”

    “She knew Grandma Ashby.”
    He sat on the garden path with her and told her of the conversation he’d had with Mae Fitzpatrick.
    “Amazing, isn’t it,” she mused. “All those little angles and curls, and how they fit together.”
    “I know. Mama, she had it figured. Too well-bred to say it right out, but she put it together, about Reginald Harper being the wealthy protector who’d cast his mistress off. She’s likely to talk about it.”
    “And you think that bothers me? Honey, the fact that my great-grandfather had mistresses, that he kept women, tossed them aside, and lived a life generally rife with infidelity isn’t a reflection on me, or you. His behavior isn’t our responsibility, which is something I sincerely wish Amelia would realize.”
    She dug out more weeds. “As to the rest of his behavior, which is beyond deplorable, it’s not our fault either. Mitch is writing about it. Unless you and your brothers feel strongly that all of this should be kept as closely within the family as possible, I want him to do this book.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s not our fault, it’s not our responsibility. That’s all true,” she said as she sat back to look at him. “But I feel that airing all of this is somehow giving her her due. It’s a way to acknowledge an ancestor who, no matter what she did, what she became, was treated shabbily at best, monstrously at worst.”
    She lifted her hand, pressed her soil-streaked palm to his. “She’s our blood.”
    “Does that make me heartless because I want her gone, I want her ended for what she nearly did to you, for what she’s doing now to Hayley?”
    “No. It means Hayley and I are closer to your heart. That’s enough for today.” She swiped her hands on thethighs of her gardening pants. “We’re going to boil in this wet heat if we stay out much longer. Come on inside with me. Let’s sit in the cool and have a beer.”
    “Tell me something.” He studied the house as they walked down the path. “How did you know that Daddy was the one?”
    “Stars in my eyes.” She laughed, and despite the heat hooked an arm through his. “I swear, stars in my eyes. I was so young, and he put stars in my eyes. But that was infatuation. I think I knew that he was mine when we talked for hours one night. I snuck out of the house to meet him. God, my daddy would have skinned him alive. But all we did was talk, hour after hour, under a willow tree. He was just a boy, but I knew I’d love him all of my life. And I have. I knew because we sat there, almost till dawn, and he made me laugh, and made me think and dream and tremble. I never thought I’d love again. But I do. It takes nothing away from your father, Harper.”
    “Mama. I know.” He closed a hand over hers. “How did you know with Mitch?”
    “I guess I was too cynical for