Witchcraft

want to go over it. We have to get the invitations out soon so we were hoping you'd get a chance to look at it this afternoon." Cavenaugh reluctantly extended his hand to take the list. "All right, Aunt Milly . Scott, let's take a quick look at that train track. Julia, get me the dealer's phone number and I'll--" It was too much. After two full days in the Cavenaugh household, Kimberly knew things were always like this. It was time to put a stop to it. She stepped forward and removed the guest list from Cavenaugh's hand. When he glanced at her in surprise she smiled serenely and turned to the others. "I'm afraid Cavenaugh doesn't have time to worry about the guest list or the car dealer this afternoon. He has to go over a marketing report and some papers from the accountant." She glanced pointedly at her watch. "It's only three-thirty on a Wednesday afternoon. A time when every other executive in the country is concentrating on business.
    And that's exactly what Cavenaugh is going to do today. Scott, you just got home from school. Go find something else to play with for now.
    Your uncle will help you with the train track later. Julia, you can take a look at the guest list, can't you? You will know who's familiar and who isn't. The car dealer can wait until tomorrow. Aunt Milly , I'm sure you and Ariel can begin filling out the invitations. They can be addressed later after the guest list is approved by Julia." She glanced around at the circle of astonished faces. "There, I think that does it.
    Go to work, Cavenaugh . You have a winery to run. The rest of the household can get along without you this afternoon. No one will bother you until five o'clock. Personally," she added firmly, "I'm going to get some writing done." With a challenging smile she invited objections.
    There were none. She shooed the others down the hall, leaving Cavenaugh standing alone. He stood there for a long moment after Kimberly's amber head had disappeared, savoring the memory of her in his arms. And then he walked slowly toward his study, letting himself inside and closing the door behind him with a sense of satisfaction. He had an hour and a half of uninterrupted time ahead of him. He could accomplish a hell of a lot. Especially when he knew he wouldn't have to worry about dealing with every small family crisis that came along. Picking up the copy of the marketing plan, Cavenaugh sat down behind the desk that had been his father's and went to work. It was forty-five minutes later that he heard the knock on the window behind him. Glancing around he saw Starke staring back at him through the glass, hand poised to knock again.
    Cavenaugh leaned across and opened the window. "What on earth are you doing out there in the garden?" Starke's somber face twisted in a wry grimace. "Are you kidding?" He glanced furtively to the side, obviously checking to make sure the coast was clear. "This was the only way I could get to you. If she catches me out here, she'll probably skin me alive."
    "Kim?"
    "Yeah. She's given strict orders you aren't to be disturbed until five o'clock. No one's allowed near the study unless they can claim a life-or-death emergency. What the heck's going on?"
    "I'm working," Cavenaugh said with a grin. Realization dawned on Starke's features. "And she's decided you need more privacy?"
    "I'm an executive," Cavenaugh reminded him mockingly. "That means I get to set some rules about interruptions during working hours."
    "Well, I'll be damned. The lady's going to get the household organized, isn't she?
    About time. I always did say you put yourself too much at the beck and call of everyone around here." Cavenaugh glanced at his watch. "It's not five o'clock yet." Starke arched one eyebrow. "So you want to know why I'm interrupting? Two reasons. The first is to tell you I set up a telephone call with one of those lawyers in L.A. for ten tomorrow morning."
    "Thanks." Some of the quiet satisfaction left the emerald eyes as he contemplated the phone call. "What's the second reason you're standing outside my window?" Starke grinned one of his rare grins. "I just wanted to see the results for myself."
    "Results of what?"
    "Your efforts to release a little tension this afternoon. Looks like it worked, Dare. You look real good. Nice and relaxed." Cavenaugh gave him a sardonic expression and reached out to shut the window firmly in Starke's face. "Get lost, Starke, or I'll report you to Kim." His grin wider than ever, Starke obediently