Breathless on the Beach. Wendy Etherington
taking a serious interest in the case, the three friends had boldly taken the law into their own hands and gotten justice for those they loved.
As it turned out, envy had had a starring role in this latest tale, as well.
Tracing the edge of the diamond-encircled sapphire, Rose continued her story. “The sapphire is 99 carats and was mined in Sri Lanka in the 1920s. The diamonds were added by an expert jeweler and set into a necklace for Olivia Howinger, a famous European actress of the day. Her beauty drove men to madness. Alabaster skin, radiant blue eyes, and of course, she was a redhead.” Rose patted her own auburn curls. “But the man who finally captured her heart was a hotheaded Italian count. Unfortunately for both of them, the attention Olivia received from men didn’t end at her marriage. They continued to send her flowers and gifts, flirt with her at parties and restaurants. The count was beside himself with jealousy and determined to make himself the sole focus of his wife’s attention.
“So he had the necklace commissioned and presented to her on her birthday. Which only served to bring more attention to Olivia. One night, he walked into a busy French restaurant, expecting to see his wife waiting for him at their favorite table, only to find another man in his seat. The count shot them both on the spot.”
“How horrible,” Emily whispered, as if the scene were playing out before them.
“In a delicious way,” Rose said, winking. “The necklace was sold at the auction of the count’s estate after he was hanged, and ever since, it’s inspired envy and possessiveness in all who’ve laid eyes on its flawless beauty.”
Calla, Sal and Peter clapped. David shifted in his seat. Victoria’s gaze found Jared’s, and the heat between them surged brief ly, before he glanced away again. They weren’t compatible in the least, she reminded herself, and the sooner she accepted that, the easier this weekend would be.
“Bravo, darling,” Sal said, patting Rose’s hand.
Though it was an engaging story, real people had died. It seemed incredible that a single woman or a sparkling blue rock could cause so much suffering, but kingdoms had risen and fallen for less.
And while Victoria loved pretty things and had her share of sparkles, she couldn’t understand wanting to own something with such a bloody history. Rose was an entirely different kind of woman.
Notorious is as notorious does.
“Thankfully, she has a foolproof safe to keep the gems out of greedy hands,” Richard said, his expression smug.
Rose smiled indulgently at her son. “What would I do without you, dear?”
For a second, Ruthie looked as though she might suggest something—and not a nice something—but then she pushed back her chair. “Why don’t we have coffee and dessert in the sunroom? The sunset is lovely from there.”
As they all walked toward the back of the house, Victoria found herself behind Jared and Calla. “Quite a story,” her friend said to him.
“It’d make a nice sidebar to your magazine piece,” he suggested, angling his face toward her.
When had they discussed Calla’s article? During the Jet Ski ride Victoria wasn’t interested in so she wouldn’t mess up her hair? Why did that suddenly seem stupid and superficial? And why did he and Calla have to look so lovely together?
Calla shook her head. “I doubt Rose would let me take pictures for publication. I sure wouldn’t want everybody to know I owned something so valuable.”
“I doubt Rose will care,” Jared said. “She’s got a foolproof safe, after all.”
When Calla laughed, Victoria took the opportunity to move around the two and make her way out to the patio, where she pretended to concentrate on the sunset.
She couldn’t possibly be jealous of her friend, any more than she had been of Rose during dinner. Victoria didn’t work herself up into a lather about men. And she certainly didn’t care who Jared spoke to, flirted with, or anything else.
Her attraction to him was an anomaly. Any woman would be fascinated by him. But Victoria didn’t generally follow the crowd. She’d always forged her own path, no matter how hard it might seem.
That damn necklace probably was cursed by jealousy. Had to be. Why else was she fuming in the middle of a magnificent sunset?
She should be with Richard, regaling him with her brilliant ideas for the campaign. In fact … was there a way to convince him and Rose to use the necklace in print ads? I trust my son with my most valuable possessions. Shouldn’t you?
Cute and sweet, but with the added hits of scandal and class.
It was a possibility. Or at least a place to start.
Cheered, she joined everyone else in the sunroom in time to hear Jared suggest a boat ride after dessert. All the guests agreed, and Ruthie insisted Mrs. K and Shelby come along, as well.
On the way to the dock where the small yacht was anchored, several people complimented Shelby and the housekeeper on the delicious meal. Mrs. K beamed, and Shelby accepted the comments with her usual modest professionalism. Victoria felt certain that even if this weekend did nothing for her or Calla, Shelby would gain new bookings.
With the sun’s heat fading, and a breeze kicked up by the elegant boat cutting through the waves, the night had turned divine.
Victoria stood at the stern, watching the wake chop the sea to a frothy tower of white. How long had it been since she’d let her hair tangle as salty wind whipped against her skin?
Her parents had a place near Rose’s. She rarely came out. She was too busy working, making contacts, bustling around the city. No wonder Jared enjoyed his job so much.
Not that she’d trade her future corner office for a faceful of sea spray, but she could understand the appeal.
“Hi, sweetie,” Shelby said as she slid her arm around Victoria’s waist. “Catching a wave?”
Victoria extended her hand over the side of the boat, felt the cool sprinkle of droplets. “Nearly.”
Calla bracketed Victoria on the other side. “Any chance we’re going to get you more than fingertip deep in that water?”
“Yeah.” Victoria tucked her blowing hair behind her ears so she could see her friends. “I might dangle my feet.”
“In the pool,” Calla added, clearly skeptical.
Shelby smirked. “Wearing a big hat and a heavy layer of sunscreen.”
“You’re dissing sunscreen?” Victoria asked.
“No way,” Shelby said.
Calla grinned. “Provided the tough, tanned and broad-shouldered Jared McKenna doesn’t use it all up.”
Shelby’s eyes lit with interest. “He’s quite something, isn’t he?”
“I was finally in a good mood, I really was,” Victoria lamented, then pointed at Shelby. “And you have a man. Stop lusting after …” She stopped, bit back a curse.
Fighting the wind, Calla wrangled her long blond locks into a ponytail. “After yours?”
“Jared isn’t mine,” Victoria insisted.
Calla leaned in. “But he could be.”
Despite herself, Victoria was curious how Calla had gleaned that information. “How do you know?”
“I’ve got eyes,” she said a little too casually. “I see him staring at you.”
“And you looking back,” Shelby stated.
The last time her pals had those determined expressions on their faces, Victoria had found herself neck-deep in an undercover sting operation against an unscrupulous retirement-fund swindler. “Are you two going to bug me about this guy all weekend?”