A Heart of Stone by Lyn Cote

Author:Lyn Cote [Cote, Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lyn Cote

All night Jane had tossed and turned, trying to figure out why Cash had invited her today. Now she felt her initial apprehensions dissolving. It might be possible for Cash and her to have a pleasant day together without any negative repercussions. She would have to careful, however, to draw the invisible line between her infatuation with Cash and reality. She took a swallow of coffee.

By the time Jane got back into the Jeep, the constraint between them had almost vanished.

Cash asked, “How much do you know about Frank Lloyd Wright?”

“Why don’t you ask me how much I want to know about Frank Lloyd Wright?”

“Oh, she’s in a sassy mood. I shouldn’t have fed her breakfast.” Grinning, he slammed her door and went around to his side. “Did you know, Miss Everett, that Frank Lloyd Wright was born in southwestern Wisconsin? Near Madison there’s an organization for architects interested in Wright, called the Taliesin Center.”

“I didn’t realize Wisconsin was so into architecture.”

“It is. Do you enjoy touring old homes?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “I live in one, remember?”

“You live in a comfortable 1930’s vintage bungalow. I’m talking old, older than yours by about seventy-five to over a hundred years.”

“In that case, I must say yes.”

The pause in the rainstorm ended. Sheets of water enveloped the Jeep. The windshield wiper dashed the rain back and forth frantically.

Jane watched tensely as the storm devoured all Cash’s attention. He drove sitting forward, trying to see the road ahead clearly. The water pounded on the Jeep’s fiberglass roof.

“Do you think it would be better if we pulled off?” Her voice was muffled by the din overhead.

“I’m afraid if I pull off just anywhere, I’ll make us a target for someone else just pulling off,” he raised his voice to be heard. “I can still see the center line—barely.” As suddenly as the downpour began, it ended. Cash whistled in relief.

Jane relaxed in her seat “You can say that again. I thought we were going to end up swimming all the way to Wausau. So how did you get interested in Wright?”

“Your grandfather was the one who got me started—”

“My grandfather? When?”

“I got the mumps when I was twelve, and he visited me with a thick scrapbook of photos he’d taken of homes all over the Midwest. The ones I liked the best were Wrights.”

“I had forgotten Grandpa’s scrapbooks. Why were Wright’s the most interesting to you?”

Jane, now at ease, let Cash ramble on about his favorite subject. They sped over the remaining miles. The rain still spotted the front glass, but was no real hindrance.

They stopped at the Marathon County Historical Museum near downtown Wausau to get more information. When Cash led the way back down the steps of the museum, the rain was only lightly falling, but the lady at his side still needed protection. He popped open the large red-and-white-striped golf umbrella he had brought along.

Holding the umbrella over them with one hand, he read aloud from the walking-tour brochure in the other.

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