Vegas Wedding, Weaver Bride by Allison Leigh

Author:Allison Leigh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Special Edition
Published: 2017-09-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The following Monday, Penny had to force herself to go to work.

It had been two days since Vivian let on that she knew about their Vegas wedding. Penny hadn’t seen or talked to Vivian since then. And who knew what sort of mood she’d be walking into now.

The first person she saw as she let herself in one of the side doors was Montrose.

He was carrying Vivian’s preferred silver coffee service and he gave Penny his usual sneer. Neither better nor worse than usual.

In Penny’s estimation, Vivian tended to tell Montrose most everything. But maybe she hadn’t shared this particular news. That surely would have merited a deeper level of sneerage.

“Good morning, Montrose,” she greeted. “Nice to see you looking so cheerful on a Monday morning. How is Mrs. Templeton today?”

“Ask her yourself. She’s in the conservatory.” He stomped past her and disappeared through the doorway leading to the kitchen.

“Always a pleasure,” she murmured after his ramrod-straight back.

She went upstairs to Vivian’s office and left her purse there before going back downstairs to the sunroom. She took her laptop with her. Vivian was talking on the phone and pacing the room as far as the long corded phone would allow when Penny got there. Her boss waved her in, pointing to the plate of breakfast muffins sitting on a side table.

The food didn’t appeal to her. Maybe because Quinn’s ball cap with the USAF embroidered on the front was also sitting on the table. She felt an alarming jolt at the sight of it, wondering if he was there, until she remembered that he’d left it behind the previous week when he’d delivered the mulch.

She filled a glass of water from the crystal pitcher—no plastic water bottles where Vivian was concerned—and flipped open Vivian’s leather-bound calendar. Her boss had neatly penciled in several items and since Vivian was still involved with her phone conversation, Penny booted up the laptop and added the notes to the calendar that she kept there, which would also sync with Penny’s cell phone calendar.

Vivian had made no secret of her dislike for cell phones. She tolerated Penny’s, but she refused to use one herself. She wouldn’t even use a cordless phone for the two landlines that ran to the house. Called them all security hazards.

And Vivian considered her town council opponent to be stuck in his ways.

Penny was almost done when Vivian finished her call.

Her nerves tightened when Vivian sat down in the chair opposite her and crossed her ankles. “How was your weekend, dear?”

Penny hesitated. She gave her boss a wary look. It wasn’t possible that Vivian would have forgotten. Except that she did have a brain tumor. She studied Vivian’s face a little more closely. But the woman’s face was as composed as ever. Perfectly, subtly made up in a manner complementing her age. “It was...all right,” she said cautiously. “And yours?”

“Stewart thinks he may have found a buyer for Templeton Manor.” Vivian waved languidly at the phone she’d left sitting across the room.

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