Lavender Morning (Edilean 1) - Page 138

“Went to England and bought every piece of paper that had been stored in the house over the centuries. It doesn’t say exactly how much she paid for all of it, just that it was ‘multithousands.’ Seems there was a bidding war at the auction, but Mrs. Frazier came away with everything. I get the impression that she’s a rather formidable woman. If she wants it, she gets it.”

Gemma looked at the letter she was holding. “And no one knows what’s in there?”

“No. The auction house hauled everything downstairs and divided it into lots. That they didn’t open anything was part of what caused the bidding frenzy. For all anyone knows they could all be just household accounts and of little interest to anyone outside the family. How much beef the earl bought in 1742 would probably fascinate his descendants but no one else. Certainly not the Ph.D. committee.” He paused. “But then something of a more universal interest could be in there,” he added with a smile.

Gemma was trying to digest this information. “How long does this woman think it will take one person, with no staff, to go through these documents and piece together a family history?”

“She’s offering two years to start, and that includes free housing on her family’s estate, the use of a car, and twenty-five grand a year salary. If it isn’t done in two years . . .” He shrugged. “I think the deal is that it’ll take as long as it does. If I didn’t have a wife and kids I’d try for the job myself.”

Gemma was still trying to grasp the facts. If this information was legitimate, she might be able to write her dissertation from something she found in this massive amount of data. As it was, she hadn’t even come up with a subject to write about, much less begun her research. She looked back at her adviser. “So what’s the catch?”

“You’re up against some stiff competition.”

From his hesitation, Gemma knew it wasn’t going to be good news. “Who?”

“Kirk Laurence and Isla Wilmont.”

Gemma’s face showed her surprise. The three of them were the same age and were all finishing their doctorates, but other than that, there was no resemblance between her and them. “Why would either one of them want a job like this? A little town in Virginia, living in somebody’s guesthouse? Years of researching? That doesn’t sound like either of them.”

“I hear there are three grown sons. Unmarried. Rich.”

Gemma groaned. “That takes care of Isla, but what about Kirk?”

“From what I understand, the trust fund his late father set up supports him as long as he’s in school. All he has to do is charm Lady Frazier into hiring him, and he might be able to postpone graduation for years. I heard that if he can’t get a job right after he finishes, he’s expected to go into his family’s business of making windows and doors.” He looked at Gemma.

“These papers could be a good chance for publication.”

Gemma drew in her breath. Publication—the kind past a dissertation—was what could make or break an academic’s future career. Being published could mean that Kirk got out of having to go into the family business, and Isla might not be so desperate to marry someone who could support her.

When Gemma thought of the suave sophistication of Kirk and Isla, she could easily imagine their charming some small town woman. But even if Gemma didn’t have a chance of winning over them, that wasn’t going to keep her from trying. “How did this Mrs. Frazier get my name?”

“Seems that the president of the university is an old friend of hers. A couple of months ago he asked everyone in the history department to send him some recommendations of students for the job. All of us sent a few, and Mrs. Frazier narrowed it down to three people she wanted to interview, and you’re one of them. By the way, I wrote a glowing reference saying that you’d do the best job that could be done.”

“And I’m sure someone—or probably half a dozen others—wrote the same about Kirk and Isla.”

“No doubt they did,” he said. “The difference is that mine is true. You will go to the interview, won’t you?”

“Of course. If nothing else, I’d like to see the stash.” Gemma opened the door to his office, then turned back to look at him. “You realize, don’t you, that if this Mrs. Frazier has an estate, that means country clubs with golf courses and dinners with three forks. Kirk and Isla are the kind of people she’ll want living nearby, not Gemma Ranford who—”

“Who works harder in a week than those two butterflies do in a year.”

“Thanks,” Gemma said as she hoisted her heavy bag onto her shoulder.

He was glad she was going to try for the job. If anyone deserved a break, it was Gemma. He’d never had a student who worked harder than she did. “So where are you off to now?”

“Guess.”

He grinned. “Punching the boys?”

“You got it. I have to do something to make sure they learn.” As she left his office, she tucked the envelope into her satchel.

That night Gemma closed her bedroom door, got into bed, and started going through the packet of papers that Mrs. Frazier had prepared. Gemma read about the auction in England, about the town of Edilean—which was ten miles outside Williamsburg and William and Mary College—and thought about all of it. At eleven one of her two roommates returned amid a cacophony of giggles and stumbles over the furniture. She and her latest boyfriend went into her bedroom, and other sounds soon started.

Gemma pulled the covers over her head and used her book light to continue with the papers. There were photos of the Frazier estate. It was a large house on twenty-five acres, with two guesthouses set amid the trees. The Fraziers owned four huge car dealerships in Virginia, and there was a brochure from the one in Richmond. Biggest was the word that was repeatedly used to describe the place.

But Gemma wasn’t interested in the sales leaflet. What held her attention was the thought of going through the old documents and seeing what no one else had looked at in centuries.

There was a thud in her roommate’s room, as though someone had fallen off the bed. “And the peace and quiet to give my full attention to it,” Gemma said aloud.

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