'I suppose I'd better tell you the whole story. Could I have one of those?'
When she indicated his glass, he nearly snapped at her. Manners had been bred carefully into him, and he was irritated at his oversight, even though she was hardly a guest. Without speaking, he poured and mixed another drink, then sat it in front of her. 'I'd appreciate it if you could condense the whole story and just give me the highlights.'
'Okay.' She took a sip, bracing herself. 'Fred called me last week. He'd heard through the family grapevine that I was looking for a place to stay for a few months. A nice quiet place where I could work. I'm a writer,' she said with the audacious pride of one who believed it. When this brought no response, she drank again and continued. 'Anyway, Fred said he had a place that might suit me. He told me he'd been renting this house____________________He described it,' Jackie explained, 'and I just couldn't wait to see it. It's a beautiful place, so thoughtfully designed. Now that I know who you are, I can see why-the strength and charm of the structure, the openness of the space. If I hadn't been so intent on what I was doing, I'd have recognized your style right away. I studied architecture for a couple of semesters with LaFont at Columbia.'
'That's fascinating, I'm sure____________________LaFont?'
'Yes, he's a wonderful old duck, isn't he? So pompous and sure of his own worth.'
Nathan raised a brow. He'd studied with LaFont himself-a lifetime ago, it seemed-and was well aware that the old duck, as Jackie had termed him, only took on the most promising students. He opened his mouth again, then shut it. He wouldn't be drawn out. 'Let's get back to your cousin, Miss MacNamara.'
'Jackie,' she said, flashing that smile again. 'Well, if I hadn't been really anxious to get settled, I probably would have said thanks but no thanks. Fred's always got an angle. But I came down. I took one look at the place, and that was that. He said he had to leave for San Diego right away on business and that the owner-you-didn't want the house empty while you were away. I suppose you don't really just use it as a winter home sporadically, do you?'
'No.' He drew a cigarette out of his pocket. He'd successfully cut down to ten a day, but these were extenuating circumstances. 'I live here year-round, except when a project takes me away. The arrangement was for Fred to live here during my absence. I called two weeks ago to let him know when I'd be arriving. He was to contact Mrs. Grange and leave his forwarding address with her.'
'Mrs. Grange?'
'The housekeeper.'
'He didn't mention a housekeeper.'
'Why doesn't that surprise me?' Nathan murmured, and finished off his drink. 'That takes us to the point of your occupation.'
Jackie drew a long breath. 'I signed a lease. Three months. I wrote Fred a check for the rent, in advance, plus a damage deposit.'
'That's unfortunate.' He wouldn't feel sorry for her. He'd be damned if he would. 'You didn't sign a lease with the owner.'
'With your proxy. With whom I thought was your proxy,' she amended. 'Cousin Fred can be very smooth.' He wasn't smiling, Jackie noted. Not even a glimmer. It was a pity he couldn't see the humor in the situation. 'Look, Mr. Powell-Nathan-it's obvious Fred's pulled something on both of us, but there must be a way we can work it out. As far as the thirty-five hundred dollars goes-'
'Thirty-five hundred?' Nathan said. 'You paid him thirty-five hundred dollars?'
'It seemed reasonable.' She was tempted to pout because of his tone, but she didn't think it would help. 'You do have a beautiful home, and there was the pool, and the sun room. Anyway, with a bit of family pressure, I may be able to get some of it back. Sooner or later.' She thought about the money a moment longer, then dismissed it. 'But the real problem is how to handle this situation.'
'Which is?'
'My being here, and your being here.'
'That's easy.' Nathan tapped out his cigarette. There was no reason, absolutely no reason, why he should feel guilty that she'd lost money. 'I can recommend a couple of excellent hotels.'
She smiled again. She was sure he could, but she had no intention of going to one. The dimple was still in place, but if Nathan had looked closely he would have seen that the soft brown eyes had hardened with determination.
'That would solve your part of the problem, but not mine. I do have a lease.'
'You have a worthless piece of paper.'
'Very possibly.' She tapped her ringed fingers on the counter as she considered. 'Did you ever study law? When I was at Harvard-'
'Harvard?'
'Very briefly.' She brushed away the hallowed halls with the back of her hand. 'I didn't really take to it, but I do think it might be difficult and, worse, annoying to toss me out on my ear.' She swirled her drink and considered. 'Of course, if you wanted to get a warrant and take it to court, dragging cousin Fred into it, you'd win eventually. I'm sure of that. In the meantime,' she continued before he could find the right words, 'I'm sure we can come up with a much more suitable solution for everyone. You must be exhausted.' She changed her tone so smoothly he could only stare. 'Why don't you go on up and get a good night's sleep? Everything's clearer on a good night's sleep, don't you think? We can hash through all this tomorrow.'
'It's not a matter of hashing through anything, Miss MacNamara. It's a matter of your packing up your things.' He shoved a hand into his pocket, and his fingers brushed the swatch of nylon. Gritting his teeth, he pulled it out. 'These are yours?'
'Yes, thanks.' Without a blush, Jackie accepted her underwear. 'It's a little late to be calling the cops and explaining all of this to them. I imagine you could throw me out bodily, but you'd hate yourself for it.'
She had him there. Nathan began to think she had a lot more in common with her cousin than a family name. He glanced at his watch and swore. It was already after midnight, and he didn't-quite-have the heart to dump her in the street. The worst of it was that he was nearly tired enough to see double and couldn't seem to come up with the right, or the most promising, arguments. So he'd let it ride-for the moment.
'I'll give you twenty-four hours, Miss MacNamara. That seems more than reasonable to me.'
'I knew you were a reasonable man.' She smiled at him again. 'Why don't you go get some sleep? I'll lock up.'
'You're in my bed.'
'I beg your pardon?'
'Your things are in my room.'
'Oh.' Jackie scratched at her temple. 'Well, I suppose if it was really important to you, I could haul everything out tonight.'
'Never mind.' Maybe it was all a nightmare. A hallucination. He'd wake up in the morning and discover everything was as it should be. 'I'll take one of the guest rooms.'
'That's a much better idea. You really do look tired. Sleep well.'
He stared at her for nearly a full minute. When he was gone, Jackie laid her head down on the counter and began to giggle. Oh, she'd get Fred for this, make no mistake. But now, just now, it was the funniest thing that happened to her in months.
Chapter Two
When Nathan woke, it was after ten East Coast time, but the nightmare wasn't over. He realized that as soon as he saw the muted striped paper on the wall of the guest room. He was in his own house, but he'd somehow found himself relegated to the position of guest.
His suitcases, open but still packed, sat on the mahogany chest under the garden window. He'd left his drapes undrawn, and sunlight poured in over the neatly folded shirts. Deliberately he turned away from them. He'd be damned if he'd unpack until he could do so in the privacy of his own room.
A man had a right to his own closet.
