Texas fury by Michaels Fern

Author:Michaels, Fern
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New York : Ballantine Books
Published: 1995-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

eternal optimist, the one who viewed the glass as half-full rather than half-empty. She knew she wasn't being fair to the lovely city or to the old traditional hotel. It was the circumstances that she hated, she decided. And right now she had a terrible case of cabin fever. Waiting for Chesney to come back from her holiday had been sheer torture.

She still wasn't happy about the letter Rand had written to Chesney and delivered to her flat so she'd find it upon her return. He'd labored over it for days. He hadn't let her read the letter. She'd felt bad, but what made her feel worse was that Rand was counting so heavily on Chesney's response. Somehow, even though she didn't know what the letter said, Maggie wasn't counting on anything. Her Mother Magic, as Cole referred to her intuition, was telling her Chesney was going to say, thanks but no thanks. Chesney would carry it one step further and say, I told you at the beginning I don't want anything from you, I just wanted you to know I'm alive. Period. End.

She was angry, at Rand for his blindness, and at Chesney for her stubbornness. She felt fear for the first time in her married life. Fear that Rand would grow away from her, fear that his daughter would consume him. Fear that she wouldn't be able to handle any of it.

This welcome-home luncheon for Chesney was important, that much she knew. For all of them. She hoped she and Rand would be able to return to the States in a day or so, and then home. Last night she'd made up her mind to return even if Rand elected to stay on. She would stick by her decision no matter what happened at this luncheon.

Maggie watched her husband out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be taking as many pains getting dressed as she had. She'd changed her clothes three times, finally settling on a cherry-red sweater and matching skirt. It looked more cheerful than she felt. Rand couldn't decide if he should go casual, with a shirt and pullover, or wear a business suit. She was glad when he finally pulled a pale blue sweater over a slightly darker shirt. Gray flannel trousers and gray shoes completed his outfit.

"I think we're turned out rather well, darling. We are not overdressed; we're casual, but not too casual. If you erase the frown lines, you will be the handsomest man in all of London.

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