(Calhoun #1) Courting Catherine by Nora Roberts

Author:Nora Roberts [Roberts, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

It was Trent's first séance. He sincerely hoped it would be his last. There was simply no gracious way to decline attending. When he suggested that perhaps this was a family evening, Coco merely laughed and patted his cheek.

“My dear, we wouldn't think of excluding you. Who knows, it may be you the restless spirits choose to speak through.”

The possibility did very little to cheer him up. Once the children were tucked into bed for the evening, the rest of the family, along with the reluctant Trent, gathered around the dining room table. The stage had been set.

A dozen candles flickered atop the buffet. Dime-store holders cheek by jowl with Meissen and Baccarat. Another trio of white tapers glowed in the center of the table. Even nature seemed to have gotten into the spirit of things—so to speak.

Outside, the rain had turned into a wet fitful snow, blown about by a rising wind. As warm and cold air collided, thunder boomed and lightning flickered.

It was a dark and stormy night, Trent thought fatalistically as he took his seat.

Coco had not, as he'd secretly feared, worn a turban and a fringed shawl. As always, she was meticulously groomed. Around her neck, she did wear a large amethyst crystal, which she toyed with constantly.

“Now, children,” she instructed. “Take hands and form the circle.”

The wind knocked at the windows as C.C. slipped her hand into Trent's. Coco took his other. Directly across from him Amanda grinned, the amusement and sympathy obvious as she linked with her aunt and Suzanna.

“Don't worry, Trent,” she told him. “The Calhoun ghosts are always well behaved around company.”

“Concentration is essential,” Lilah explained as she closed the gap between her eldest and youngest sister. “And very basic, really. All you have to do is clear your mind, particularly of any cynicism.” She winked at Trent. “Astrologically, it's an excellent night for a séance.”

C.C. gave his hand a quick, reassuring squeeze as Coco took over.

“We must all clear our minds and open our hearts.” She spoke in a soothing monotone. “For some time I've felt that my grandmother, the unhappy Bianca, has wanted to contact me. This was her summer home for the last

years of her young life. The place where she spent her most joyous and most tragic moments. The place where she met the man she loved, and lost.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We are here, Grandmama, waiting for you. We know your spirit is troubled.”

“Does a spirit have a spirit?” Amanda wanted to know and earned a glare from her aunt. “It's a reasonable question.”

“Behave,” Suzanna murmured, and smothered a smile. “Go ahead, Aunt Coco.”

They sat in silence, with only Coco's voice murmuring over the crackle of the fire and the moan of the wind. Trent's mind wasn't clear. It was filled with the way C.C. had fit in his arms, with the sweet and generous way her mouth had opened to his. The way she had looked at him, her eyes clouded and warm with emotions.

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