“It was a crazy weekend romance in Vegas,” Kristy told Elaine honestly. “He took me on a balloon ride, and I was a goner.” She wasn’t even lying about that part.
She felt a hand on the small of her back and knew immediately it was Jack.
“Everything okay here?” he asked.
“The electrodes haven’t come out yet,” said Kristy.
“We’re just having a chat,” Elaine put in, giving her brother a quick hug.
“You be nice,” Jack warned his sister.
“I’m always nice. I hear you fell in love on a balloon ride.” She cocked her head to watch his expression.
“You heard right,” said Jack. “It was over the Grand Canyon, and I was charming as hell.”
“Hmm,” said Elaine.
“Don’t ‘hmm’ me,” Jack retorted.
Elaine glanced back and forth between the two. “Only two days?”
Jack sighed. “Back off. And tell Mom to back off, too.”
Elaine snorted indelicately. “Yeah, right.” She turned her attention to Kristy again. “So, tell me all about your design business.”
“I mean it,” said Jack.
“I’m simply making conversation,” Elaine retorted.
Jack took Kristy’s arm. “I’d like to introduce you to my mother.” He guided her away.
“Will I do any better with her?” she whispered as they crossed the room, feeling as if she was being put in front of a firing squad.
“You’re doing fine.”
“I’m going with the truth. It was a whirlwind courtship in Vegas, and you were charming.”
He nodded. “That works.” Then he put a broad smile on his face as they approached the slender woman in the emerald-green jacket.
“Mom,” he said. “I’d like you to meet Kristy.”
The woman turned to face them. She was somewhere between fifty and sixty, and her hair, makeup and jewelry were obviously the products of considerable wealth. Kristy recognized the jacket as a Delilah Domtar, and the slacks as William Ping.
She was tall and beautiful, but the warmth in her eyes when she greeted Jack dimmed somewhat when she looked at Kristy.
“Kristy, this is my mother, Liza.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Kristy, bravely holding out a hand.
Liza looked her up and down. “The pleasure is mine, I’m sure.”
The words were correct, but the tone left Kristy wanting to apologize for something.
“There you are, Kristy!”Cleveland’s voice boomed. “Meeting my youngest daughter, I see.”
Kristy smiled in relief, and she bent down to pick up Dee Dee, a welcome distraction. “Hello, Cleveland. Nice hat.”
“Thanks. Kristy here is a genius,” Cleveland said to Liza.
“I’m sure she’s quite the little scholar,” said Liza.
Hugging Dee Dee close, Kristy caught an apology in Jack’s eyes.
“Don’t get yourself in a snit,” Cleveland admonished Liza.
Liza glanced at Kristy and then Jack. “An invitation to the wedding was too much to ask?”
“It wasn’t really a wedding,” Kristy blurted, experiencing a pang of sympathy for the woman. Her own mother would be—
Her mother.
Good Lord, hermother.
She turned to Jack, feeling the blood drain from her face. “I have to make a phone call.”
He looked confused. “Now?”
“I’m sorry.” She handed Dee Dee to Cleveland and started to move away.
Jack caught her arm to stop her.
She mouthed the wordsmy parents.
He drew back, comprehension dawning in his eyes.
“Will you excuse us for a moment?” he asked the group of guests.
“Dinner is in fifteen minutes,” warned Liza.
With Jack at her side, Kristy left the great room and paced to the rotunda foyer.
“This is a disaster,” she hissed.
“Just tell them what we’re telling everyone else.”
She stopped and turned around in front of the settee. “They’re myparents. ” Joe and Amy Mahoney were hardworking, generous and hopelessly romantic. Amy’s wedding dress had been preserved in blue tissue paper for thirty years, waiting for either Kristy or Sinclair to find the right man. And when they sold their house in Brooklyn, instead of buying beachfront in Florida, they bought something modest, a block away, to make sure they could afford fashionable weddings for their two daughters.
He gestured back to the great room. “Who do you think we were just talking to?”
“That’s different.”
His lips compressed. But then his eyes unexpectedly softened. “You’re right. It is. Tell me how I can help.”