Remember When

'As you know, we've come under fire several times this year because I don't personally live up to the 'Foster Ideal.' Each time it has happened, there's been a minor fall-off in advertisers and our new-subscription rate has flattened out or declined a little. We've rebounded every time, but thanks to Dan, there's going to be much more fallout this time.'

'I think you're overestimating the influence and readership of the Enquirer, ' Corey scoffed, but her voice lacked conviction. Diana was an astute businesswoman, perhaps even a gifted one, and although she was cautious, she never looked for trouble where none was to be found.

'There were several calls on my answering machine tonight. I listened to them while I was changing clothes after dinner. The story made CBS's and NBC's six o'clock news.'

Corey's heart sank and she was filled with anger and regret for this assault on her sister's privacy and pride. Avoiding the personal implications for Diana, she tried to focus on the business ones that seemed to be concerning her sister far more at the moment. 'And you think all this publicity about your fiancé breaking off your engagement will affect the magazine?'

'He didn't break off our engagement, Corey. He dumped me for someone else. Our readership is almost entirely female, and our entire success has been built on our readership's belief that the Foster way is the right way— that it brings beauty and harmony to the home and tremendous personal gratification to the women who try it.'

'Well, it does do those things.'

Diana rolled onto her side, finally facing Corey. 'Tell me something, if you were a female who wanted to bring new spirit into her family life, would you be inclined to put your faith in the promises of a woman who just got jilted for an eighteen-year-old blond Italian model? Our competition is going to toss every sort of fuel onto the fire to keep this little scandal alive. I mean the fact that I am single, childless, and without a home of my own wasn't so inexcusable as long as I was engaged to Dan. The implication was that I intended to practice what we preach in Foster's Beautiful Living. Now, because of what's happened, we're going to look as if we're trying to put some sort of money-making fantasy over on an unwitting segment of the population, namely women. Our profits are going to dive, you watch.'

Corey couldn't begin to try to judge the effect of Diana's personal loss on the bottom line of the corporation's profit-and-loss statement; her brain rebelled at the effort, and her artistic nature cried out its artist's protest that beauty and emotion always took a backseat when accountants got involved. Moreover, she was starting to suspect that Diana was more deeply alarmed about the magazine than about the loss of the man she supposedly loved. 'Tell me something,' Corey said hesitantly. 'What worries you more right now—your unfaithful fiancé or company finances?'

'Right now?'

'Right now.'

'I—I'm worried about business,' Diana admitted.

'In that case, maybe you were lucky you didn't marry Dan.'

'Because he probably would have cheated on me after we were married?' Diana assumed bleakly.

'No, because I don't think you were really, deeply in love with him. I've been thinking about Spence and about how I'd feel if he did to me what

Dan just did to you. I'd be demented with pain and rage, but it wouldn't have anything to do with the business.'

She expected Diana to argue or protest, and she didn't feel reassured when Diana did neither. Instead her sister sat up, drew her knees against her chest, and wrapped her arms around them as if she were drawing into a tight, protective ball. 'I don't think I'm capable of loving anyone the way you love Spence.'

Corey stared at her with growing concern.

That very first afternoon they'd met—when Diana returned from Europe to find she'd acquired a stepmother, a stepsister, and a set of grandparents—she'd responded to Corey's cool greeting with quiet warmth, instead of the temper tantrum Corey had expected from what she'd been sure was a 'spoiled, rich brat.'

Now, as she looked at Diana's beautiful profile, she remembered the words Diana had said long ago on that very first day. 'You come with a grandma, too?' Diana had asked, after complimenting the hand-painted sweatshirt that Corey had thought she'd deride. When Corey described her grandparents, Diana had raised her eyes and hands skyward and turned in a slow circle. 'A sister, and a mom, and a grandma, and a grandpa! This could be very cool!' It had certainly been 'cool' for Corey; Diana had seen to that. Diana, with her fragile beauty and dazzling smile and innate gentility, had paved the way for Corey, standing by her at every turn. Diana was and had always been the most loving, supportive person Corey had ever met.

The idea that Diana's self-confidence and self-esteem were somehow low enough to make her doubt her capacity for loving was more than Corey could stand. It bothered her far more than Dan Penworth's defection or the possible business consequences of it. 'Diana,' she said very clearly and very firmly, 'what you just said is garbage!'

'Maybe not.'

'There's no 'maybe' about it! Has it occurred to you that you've been too busy since Dad died to do anything but work? That you haven't actually dated all that many men? That maybe, just maybe, you settled for 'liking' Dan instead of 'loving' someone else?'

Diana lifted her slim shoulders in a shrug. 'Whatever I did wrong, it's going to hurt us badly at the magazine now.'

'You were going to marry the wrong man; that's what you did wrong.'

'I wish I were married to the right one now.'

Chapter 15

'Dammit, Cole!' Calvin exploded as he shoved himself out of his chair and stomped across the small living room to the fireplace. 'You're wastin' my time trying to talk about proxies and shareholders, when the only thing I'm interested in holding is your baby in my arms! I don't think that's asking too much from you—not when you consider all I've done for you.' With ruthless determination and flawless timing, he switched tactics from coercion to guilt, while Cole listened in impassive silence and growing anger to a genuine tirade that far surpassed all previous discussions on this particular subject.

'Why, if it weren't for me, you'd be living out at your pa's place, just like his pa did and his pa before him, trying to eke out a living chasin' steers. Instead of that, you do your chasin' in a Rolls-Royce and a private jet.' Jabbing his forefinger into his chest for emphasis, he continued, 'I'm the one who always believed in you, Cole. I'm the one who encouraged you to go to college. I'm the one who went to bat for you with your pa, and when he wouldn't listen, I'm the one who gave you all my money from my wells so you could get a good education!' In the midst of his angry monologue, Cal stopped and headed for the kitchen. 'It's time for my medicine,' he announced, 'but I'm not finished. You stay right where you are until I get back.'

Cole watched him pick his way around an old overstuffed chair and a lamp table piled with magazines and said nothing. Cole hadn't had a good day, and so far, the evening wasn't an improvement. He'd finished his business on the West Coast several hours earlier than he'd expected, and in the happy expectation of having extra time with his uncle, he'd phoned one of his pilots and instructed him to fuel the plane and be ready to leave for Texas ahead of schedule. From then on, nothing had gone well.

The air was unstable, the flight was incredibly rough, and air traffic control advised them to go around a massive storm front over Arizona. Their new course took them an hour out of the way, which necessitated an unscheduled fuel stop in El Paso, where unusually heavy air traffic resulted in another hour's delay. Two hours behind schedule, Cole's pilots now began their final approach to Ridgewood Field, and Cole tried for the sixth time to reach Cal so that his uncle could pick him up at the airport. For the sixth time, he got a recording that the phone was out of order.

Since phone service in Cal's area was frustratingly undependable, and since Cal frequently struck back at