With Grace and Logan settled, Emma could rest easy that her beloved immediate family was taken care of. But she couldn’t sit still for long. No, a woman of her talent… it would be a shame to waste a precious minute of the time she had left on this earth.
And Emma planned to be around for a long time. Long enough to bounce Grace and Ben’s children on her knee. But what would keep her occupied in the meantime?
Continue what she was good at! She snapped her fingers as the thought came to her. She had nieces and nephews that would be at her disposal in just a few years. In the meantime, her social set was full of widows, widowers, and divorcées. All people in desperate need of companionship—even if they didn’t know it yet. Most of them had had miserable first marriages, but they hadn’t had Emma Montgomery to choose their mates.
She picked up the cell phone Logan had insisted she own and learn how to use, pleased when Alice Farnsworth answered on the first ring. “Alice, I’m visiting my granddaughter, but I’ll be home tomorrow in time for the charity benefit at Wild Acres Country Club. My chauffeur’s ill and I was wondering if you could pick me up.”
She listened to her response. “No problem? Well, thank you. Did I mention I promised to drive poor Ralph Emmerson? He hasn’t been the same since his wife passed on…”
Yes, Emma thought. She was born to matchmake, those little snafus notwithstanding. She glanced at her watch. After all, Ben and Grace still hadn’t resurfaced, and it had been a good half hour or more.
Ah, to be young, and be able to make love all you wanted, 24/7. Grace and Ben were lucky, indeed.