Red Lily

He’d added nicotiana to the bouquet, and when she inhaled, she drew in its rich perfume. “It’s exasperating, I swear, how you can be pushy one minute and sweet the next. They’re really pretty.”
    “So are you.”
    “You know, another man might’ve started off with the flowers, the flattery, and the I-love-yous to soften me up for the rest. But you go at it ass-backwards.”
    His gaze stayed on hers, steady. “I wasn’t worried about softening you up.”
    “I get that. You’re not waiting for me to say, all right, Harper, we’ll do this your way. You’re just going to make sure I do.”
    “See how quick you catch on?”
    She had to laugh, and clutching the flowers in one hand gave in and linked her arms around his neck. “In case you’re interested, I’m glad you’re going to be staying withme. Next time I have my spine tingled, I’d as soon you be there.”
    “I will be.”
    “If you’ve got more work to do out here—”
    She broke off when Logan strode down the path. “Sorry. Something’s up,” he said. “Better come on back in.”
    H AYLEY FELT THE excitement, like a hum in the air when they stepped back into the library. She took a quick scan first, saw Lily playing cars with Gavin and Luke on the floor by the fireplace David had filled with flowers for the summer months.
    Spotting her mother, Lily began to jabber and interrupted her game to come over and show off her dump truck. But the minute Hayley lifted her, Lily stretched out her arms for Harper.
    “Everybody’s second choice when you’re around,” Hayley commented as she passed her over.
    “She understands I know the fine points of Fisher-Price. It’s all right,” he added. “I’ve got her. What’s up?” he asked his mother.
    “I’m going to let Mitch explain. Ah, David, we can always count on you.”
    He wheeled in a cart with cold drinks, and finger food for the kids. “Gotta keep body and soul together.” He winked at the boys. “Especially around this house.”
    “Y’all get what you want,” Roz ordered. “And let’s get settled.”
    While the wine looked tempting, Hayley opted for the iced tea. Her stomach wasn’t quite a hundred percent yet. “Thanks for looking out for my girl,” she said to Stella.
    “You know I love it. It always amazes me how well theboys play with her.” Stella brushed a hand down Hayley’s arm. “How’re you feeling?”
    “A little off yet, but okay. You know what this is about?”
    “Not even a glimmer. Go on and sit. You look worn out.”
    As she did, Hayley grinned. “You’re getting a little southern in your accent. Yankee southern, but it’s starting to creep in. Kinda cute.”
    “Must come from being outnumbered.” Because she was concerned with how pale Hayley looked still, she sat on the arm of the chair.
    “How long you going to keep us dangling?” Logan complained, and Mitch stood in front of the library table.
    Like a teacher, Hayley thought. Sometimes she forgot he’d been one.
    “Y’all know I’ve been in contact for several months with a descendant of the housekeeper who worked here during Reginald and Beatrice Harper’s time.”
    “The Boston lawyer,” Harper said and sat on the floor with Lily and her truck.
    Mitch nodded. “Her interest has been piqued, and the more she’s looked for information, the more people she’s spoken with, the more invested she’s become.”
    “Added to that Mitch has been doing a genealogy for her—gratis,” Roz added.
    “Tit for tat,” he said. “And we needed some of the information anyway. Up till now she hasn’t been able to find a great deal that applied to us. But today, she got a hit.”
    “You’re killing us here,” Stella commented.
    “A letter, written by the housekeeper in question. Roni—Veronica, my contact, found a box full of letters in the attic of one of her great-aunts. It’s considerable to sort through, to read through. But today, she found one written by Mary Havers to a cousin. The letter was dated January 12, 1893.”

    “A few months after the baby was born,” Hayley added.
    “That’s right. Most of the letter deals with family business, or the sort of casual conversational observations that you’d expect—particularly in an era when people still wrote conversational letters. But in the body of the letter . . .” He held up papers. “She faxed me copies. I’m going to read the pertinent parts.”
    “Mom!” Luke’s aggrieved voice wailed out. “Gavin’s