Fireflies and Lies (A Summerbrook Novel Book 4) by Vicki Wilkerson

Author:Vicki Wilkerson [Wilkerson, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Filigree Press
Published: 2017-11-25T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Land is the secure ground of home, the sea is like life, the outside, the unknown.”

~ Stephen Gardiner

“Oh, thank goodness you’ve arrived,” Jenna said to Hogan as she straightened the bow-tie that added that final touch to his monkey suit. He detested these kinds of events.

“Mother is absolutely a nervous wreck.” She stepped back. “What’s wrong?”

Hogan couldn’t tell her, and he couldn’t believe her mother had the ability to put together some major deal engagement soirée in less than two weeks. She must know Bentley’s parents’ event coordinator. Though he looked for opportunities every time he and Jenna got together, he could never find just the right time to tell her about his…complications.

“Sorry, Jenna.” He bent down and kissed his beautiful fiancé on the forehead. Her dress was a pale blue that almost matched the color of her eyes. Did match the color of the spring sky at the point the white clouds mixed with the blue. Light. Serene. Nothing like his internal thermostat which was almost overheating because of the hot water he was in if she found out about Savannah and his…life before he told her.

He tugged at the tautness of his collar and looked around. Who came up with parties like this? He had been so glad when Bentley was out of his life, and it was no longer required that he dress like a mortician getting married every other month or more. And here he was again.

Jenna grabbed him by the arm and led him straight to her mother.

“Hogan, dear,” Mrs. DeBordieu…or Mrs. Bellingham…or whatever her name was air kissed him beside his ear. He hated air kisses. What kind of a lame practice was that? Either kiss someone or don’t. He wanted to kiss someone all right. Jenna. Long and hard and slippery and wet. All his old feelings about society people were flooding his head.

Jenna’s mom’s name should have been Mrs. Bellingham—because of Jenna’s father, who had cozied up to the huge sideboard that had been set up as a bar, but instead, her legal name was Mrs. DeBordieu because of the dictates of some old trust.

Would he be relegated to Mr. Bellingham’s position in a matter of months? Propping up some bar because his wife was off socializing or hosting some charity thing? He’d been down that path before, and he did not want to go traipsing down it again. And this time his wife wouldn’t even have his last name. Like Jenna’s mother, Mrs. DeBordieu.

“We have so many people to introduce you to, Hogan,” said Mrs. DeBordieu in her polished Southern accent.

So…he was a dog and pony show again. Things were moving way too fast.

Jenna stayed by his side as her mother led him around the room. Which was large and filled with antiques and family silver with all sorts of colorful hors d'oeuvres in them.

“These are the Prioleaus. Galliard and his lovely wife. They own Gardenia Plantation just down the road,” Mrs. DeBordieu said. Hogan had heard of them through his ex-wife’s family, but had never met them.

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