Feels Like Home. Beth Andrews
remembered was a large family room-kitchen area.
He was a few inches shorter than Matt, his hair lighter and cropped close to his head, his eyes blue to his younger brother’s green. But the shape of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and the confidence in his posture gave him away as a Sheppard.
“Hello, Brady,” she said. “So nice to see you.”
He blinked—the only sign he gave of being surprised to find her in his mother’s foyer. “Yvonne.”
“Please tell me you just happened to be passing through town.” Connie stepped toward Yvonne, brushing off Matt’s arm. “And that you’re now on your way back to…wherever it is you took off to before.”
She looked so hopeful—almost as hopeful as Yvonne had felt about her six weeks here. Before she’d found out Diane was only using her.
“Oh, Connie, I’m sorry to have to disappoint you…” She was even sorrier to face that same disappointment herself. “But I’ve accepted a position here for the next two months. And may I just say,” she added, keeping all trace of sarcasm out of her voice, “how much I’m…looking forward to working with you all.”
She ended her performance with a soft smile, her expression composed, her grip on her laptop relaxed.
Brady and Matt exchanged a quick, loaded look, while Connie’s mouth worked but no words came out. Then she took off up the stairs, her long legs taking the steps two at a time. “Aidan!”
“Well,” Yvonne said brightly to the two men staring at her, “I should get going as well. It was lovely to see you both.”
CHAPTER FOUR
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Connie paced between Aidan’s desk and the matching leather chairs where Brady and Matt sat. He’d asked them all to his office at the end of the workday so he could explain about Diane hiring Yvonne and moving up her wedding date. He’d been as quick and concise as possible, leaving out only a few minor details. Such as how seeing Yvonne again had tied him in knots.
“I don’t trust her,” Connie said, her strides not slowing in the least. “She’ll stab us in the back. You wait and see.”
Aidan rubbed at the headache brewing behind his temples, and leaned back in his chair. “How would she do that? Sabotage Mom and Al’s wedding?”
“I don’t know.” Connie tossed her hands in the air, her slim body vibrating with rage. “She could…order the wrong flowers. Or…or mess up the cake on purpose.”
“I hate to say it,” Matt interjected lazily, “but you’re sounding a bit paranoid.”
“He’s right.” Aidan held up a conciliatory hand when she looked ready to leap down Matt’s throat and rip his heart out. “Yvonne’s not going to do anything to ruin the wedding or risk it not being perfect. After all, she has as much to gain from it being a success as the Diamond Dust does. And she’d never do anything to hurt her own reputation.”
Not when appearances were everything to her.
“I’m not paranoid.” Connie sniffed. “That…woman isn’t good for the winery.”
“I think we’re all in agreement on that,” Aidan said. “But it’s only for two months. The best way to handle it is to treat her as if she’s any other employee. If we all remain focused and do our jobs, having her here won’t be a big deal.”
Connie gave him a look that clearly said she thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to work with her.”
He picked up a pen and held it tightly with both hands. Easy for him? Not even close.
“Seeing as how there’s nothing we can do about it,” he said, “I don’t see any reason to let it…to let her…bother us. All we have to do is get through the next two months, then she’ll be gone and it’ll be as if she was never here in the first place.”
Like before.
“What was your mother thinking?” Connie muttered, obviously not willing to take his damned good advice. “How could she do this?”
“You’ll have to ask her.” It was the same thing he’d said to Matt when he’d asked why their mother was blackmailing him to take part in the business.
No way was Aidan explaining that she was now playing Cupid. Hell, knowing that would push Connie right over the edge.
Matt raised his hand and pointed at his watch. “You want me to pick up the girls?” he asked, referring to Connie’s two young daughters.
“No. I’ll go. I need to stop by the bank anyway.” She jabbed a finger at Aidan. “This conversation isn’t over.”
“How about instead of you actually finishing it with me,” Aidan said somberly, “you say your piece to Matt, then he can give me the condensed version. I just don’t see why I should be punished,” he continued, when Connie growled at him. “Since none of this is my fault.”
“You married that…her,” she said. “So don’t try and say this isn’t somehow your fault.”
And with that, the closest friend he had, the woman who’d stuck by his side during his father’s illness and death, and the crumbling of his marriage, turned and left.
“If you don’t relax,” Matt said in his slow, irritating drawl, “you’re going to break that pen. And we all know how you’d hate to get even a speck of ink one of your pristine shirts.”
Aidan glanced down to see his hands were shaking. He carefully set the pen down. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Matt rubbed his fingertips over his cheek thoughtfully, as if just noticing he needed a shave. Aidan wished he’d notice he needed a haircut, too.
“Well, now,” his brother said, “love is a strong word. Although I am enjoying the hell out of seeing you squirm.”
“That’s because you’re an ass,” Aidan said flatly. Brady inclined his head in agreement.
“I’m just glad I’m not the only one whose life Mom is trying to control.” Matt stood and stretched his arms overhead until his back cracked. “Look, it sucks. I know that better than anyone. But at least it’s a temporary situation. One I’m sure you’ll get through without so much as a hair out of place.”
“Right. Unlike you, who was forced to stay. Tell me, does Connie know what a struggle it must be for you to get through each day, how you’re obviously resigned to your fate? Because I was under the impression you were actually happy with the way things turned out.”
“I am.” Shrugging, he grinned. “But just because a man likes his final destination doesn’t mean the trip getting there was painless. I’m sure the survivors of the Titanic would agree.”
“Profound.”
“You want my advice?”
“The day I do is the day they’d better put me in the ground.”
“Don’t fight it—it’s like one of those choke collars. The harder you struggle, the tighter the damn thing gets. Keep your head down and get through each day one minute at a time.”
Then, with a sharp salute, his cocky brother backed out of the room.
“He has a point,” Brady said.
“You don’t say one word up until now and that’s how you break your silence?”
“He’s right about keeping your head down. If you don’t play Mom’s game, you can’t lose. Unless you want to reconcile with Yvonne?”
Studying his brother’s stoic expression, Aidan slid to the edge of his seat. “You know.”
Brady