A Man for Amanda Page 2

“Where are your manners?” Coco said. “Here we are keeping you standing in the hall. Please, come in and sit down. What can I offer you? Coffee, tea?”

“Beer in a long-necked bottle,” Amanda muttered. Sloan merely smiled at her. “There you go. ”

“Beer?” Coco ushered him into the parlor, wishing she’d had a moment to freshen the flowers in the vase and plump the pillows. “I have some very nice beer in the kitchen that I use for my spiced shrimp. Amanda, you’ll entertain Sloan, won’t you?”

“Sure. Why not?” Though she wasn’t feeling particularly gracious, Amanda gestured to a chair, then took one across from him in front of the fireplace. “I suppose I should apologize. ”

Sloan reached down to pet Fred, who had followed them in. “What for?” “I wouldn’t have been so rude if I’d realized why you were here. ”

“Is that so?” As Fred settled down on the rug between them, Sloan eased back in his chair to study his unwilling hostess.

After a humming ten seconds, she struggled not to fidget. “It was a natural enough mistake. ”

“If you say so. What exactly are these emeralds you figured I was here to dig up?”

“The Calhoun emeralds. ” When he only lifted a brow, she shook her head. “My great-grandmother’s emerald necklace. It’s been in all the papers. ”

“I haven’t had much time to read the papers. I’ve been in Budapest. ” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, slim cigar. “Mind?”

“Go ahead. ” Automatically she rose to fetch an ashtray from across the room. Sloan considered it a pleasure to watch that out-of-my-way walk of hers, “I’m surprised Trent didn’t mention it. ”

Sloan struck a match and took his sweet time lighting the cigar. He took an appreciative drag, then blew out a lazy stream of smoke. All the while, he was taking stock of the room, with its sagging sofa, the glistening Baccarat, the elegant old wainscoting and the peeling paint.

“I got a cable from Trent telling me about the house and his plans, and asking me to take it on. ”

“You agreed to take a job like this without even seeing the property first?”

“Seemed like the thing to do at the time. ” She sure had pretty eyes, Sloan thought. Suspicious, but pretty. He wondered how they’d look if he ever managed to get a smile out of her. “Besides, Trent wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t think I’d get a kick out of it. ”

Her foot began to tap as it did when she had sat in one place too long. “You know Trent well then?”

“We go back a few years. We were at Harvard together. ”

“Harvard?” Her foot stopped tapping as she gaped at him. “You went to Harvard?”

Another man might have been insulted. Sloan was amused. “Why, shucks, ma’am,” he murmured, exaggerating his drawl, then watching her cheeks flush.

“I didn’t mean to. . . it’s just that you don’t really seem – ”

“The Ivy League type?” he suggested before he took another pull on the cigar. “Guess appearances can be deceiving. Take the house here for instance. ”

“The house?”

“You take your first look at it from the outside and it’s hard to figure if it’s supposed to be a fortress, a castle or an architect’s nightmare. But you take the time to look again, and you see it’s not supposed to be anything but what it is. A timeless piece of work, on the arrogant side, strong, maybe stubborn enough to hold its own, but with just enough fancy to add some charm. ” He grinned at her. “Some people believe that a house reflects the personality of the people who live in it. ”

He rose when Coco came back in wheeling a tray. “Oh, sit down, please. It’s such a treat to have a man in the house. Isn’t it, Mandy?”

“I’m all aflutter. ”

“I hope the beer’s all right. ” She lifted a brimming pilsner glass from the tray.

“I’m sure it’s fine. ”

“Do try some of these canapes. Mandy, I’ve brought us some wine. ” Delighted with the chance to socialize, she smiled at Sloan over the rim of her glass. “Has Amanda been telling you about the house?”

“We were just getting to it. ” Sloan took a long swallow of beer. “Trent wrote that it’s been in the family since the early part of the century. ”

“Oh, yes. With Suzanna’s children – Suzanna’s my eldest niece – we’ve had five generations of Calhouns at The Towers. Fergus – ” she gestured to the portrait of a dour-faced man over the mantel ” – my grandfather, built The Towers in 1904, as a summer home. He and his wife, Bianca, had three children before she threw herself out of the tower window. ” As always, the idea of dying for love had her sighing. “I don’t believe Grandpapa was ever quite right after that. He went insane later in life, but we kept him in a very nice institution. ”

“Aunt Coco, I’m sure Mr. O’Riley isn’t interested in the family history. ”

“Not interested,” Sloan agreed as he tapped out his cigar. “Fascinated. Don’t stop now, Mrs. Mc-Pike. ”

“Oh, call me Coco. Everyone does. ” She fluffed her hair. “The house passed along to my father, Ethan. He was their second child, but the first son. Grandpapa was very adamant about the Calhoun line. His – Ethan’selder sister, Colleen, was miffed about the arrangement She rarely speaks to any of us to this day. ”

“For which we’re all eternally grateful,” Amanda put in.

“Well, yes. She can be a bit – overwhelming. That left Uncle Sean, my father’s younger brother. He had a spot of trouble with a woman and sailed off to the West Indies before I was born. When my father was killed, the house passed to my brother, Judson. After his marriage he and his wife decided to live here year-round. They adored the place. ” She glanced around the parlor with its cracked walls and faded curtains. “Judson had wonderful plans for revamping the house, but tragically he and Deliah were killed before he could begin to implement them. Then I came here to care for Amanda and her three sisters. Have another canape. ”

“Thanks. Can I ask why you decided to convert part of your home into a hotel?”

“That was Trent’s idea. We’re all so grateful to him, aren’t we, Amanda?”

Since she accepted the fact that there would be no winding down Aunt Coco, Amanda smiled. “Yes, we are. ”

Coco sipped delicately from her glass. “To be frank, we were in some financial distress. Do you believe in fate, Sloan?”

“I’m Irish and Cherokee. ” He spread his long fingers. “That doesn’t give me any other choice. ”

“Well then, you’ll understand. It was fated that Trent’s father would see The Towers while he was sailing in Frenchman Bay, and seeing it, develop a deep desire for it. When the St. James’s corporation offered to buy the house and turn it into a resort hotel, we were torn. It was our home after all, the only home my girls have ever known, but the upkeep. . . ”

“I understand. ”

“Things happen for the best,” Coco put in. “And it was really very exciting and romantic. We were on the brink, the very brink, of being forced to sell, when Trent fell in love with C. C. Of course he understood how much the house meant to her, and came up with this marvelous plan of converting the west wing into hotel suites. That way we can keep the house, and overcome the financial difficulty of maintaining it. ”

“Everyone gets what they want,” Sloan agreed.

“Exactly. ” Coco leaned forward. “With your heritage, I imagine you also believe in spirits. ”

“Aunt Coco – ”

“Now, Mandy, I know how practical minded you are. It baffles me,” she said to Sloan. “All that Celtic blood and not a mystical bone in her body. ”

Amanda gestured with her glass. “I leave that for you and Lilah. ”

“Lilah’s my other niece,” Coco told Sloan. “She’s very fey. But we were talking about the supernatural. Do you have an opinion?”

Sloan set his glass aside. “I don’t think you could have a house like this without a ghost or two. ”

“There. ” Coco clapped her hands together. “I knew as soon as I saw you we’d be kindred spirits. Bianca’s still here, you see. Why at our last seance I felt her so strongly. ” She ignored Amanda’s groan. “C. C. did, too, and she’s nearly as practical minded as Amanda. Bianca wants us to find the necklace. ”

“The Calhoun emeralds?” Sloan asked.

“Yes. We’ve been searching for clues, but the clutter of eight decades is daunting. And the publicity has been a bother. ”

“That’s a mild word for it. ” Amanda scowled into her glass. “It might turn up during the renovation,” Sloan suggested.

“We’re hoping. ” Coco tapped one carefully manicured finger against her lips. “I think another seance might be in order. I’m sure you’re very sensitive. ”

Amanda choked on her wine. “Aunt Coco, Mr. O’Riley has come here to work, not to play ghosts and goblins. ”

“I like mixing business and pleasure. ” He toasted Amanda with his glass. “In fact, I make a habit of it. ”

A new thought jumped into Coco’s mind. “You’re not from the island, Sloan. ”

“No, Oklahoma. ”

“Really? That’s quite a distance. ” She slid her gaze smugly toward Amanda. “As architect for the renovations, you’ll be very important to all of us. ”

“I’d like to think so,” he said, baffled by the arched look Coco sent her niece.

“Tea leaves,” Coco murmured, then rose. “I must go check on dinner. You will join us, won’t you?”

He’d planned on taking a quick look at the house then going back to the hotel to sleep for ten hours. The annoyed look on Amanda’s face changed his mind. An evening with her might be a better cure for jet lag. “I’d be mighty pleased to. ”

“Wonderful. Mandy, why don’t you show Sloan the west wing while I finish things up?”

“Tea leaves?” Sloan asked when Coco glided from the room.

“You’re better off in the dark. ” Resigned, she rose and gestured to the doorway. “Shall we get started?”

“That’s a fine idea. ” He followed her into the hall and up the curving staircase. “Which do you like, Amanda or Mandy?”

She shrugged. “I answer to either. ”

“Different images. Amanda’s cool and composed. Mandy’s. . . softer. ” She smelled cool, he thought. Like a quiet breeze on a hot, dusty day.

At the top of the stairs she stopped to face him. “What kind of image is Sloan?”

He stayed one step below her so that they were eye to eye. Instinct told him they’d both prefer it that way. “You tell me. ”

He had the cockiest grin she’d ever seen. Whenever he used it on her she felt a tremor that she was certain was annoyance. “Dodge City?” she said sweetly. “We don’t get many cowboys this far east. ” She turned and was halfway down the hall when he took her arm.

“Are you always in such a hurry?” “I don’t like to waste time. ”

He kept his hand on her arm as they continued to walk. “I’ll keep that in mind. ”

My God, the place was fabulous, Sloan thought as they started up a pieshaped set of steps. Coffered ceilings, carved lintels, thick mahogany paneling. He stopped at an arched window to touch the wavy glass. It had to be original, he thought, like the chestnut floor and the fancy plaster work.

True, there were cracks in the walls – some of them big enough that he could slide his finger in to the first knuckle. Here and there the ceiling had given way to fist-sized holes, and portions of the molding were rotted.

It would be a challenge to bring it back to its former glory. And it would be a joy.

“We haven’t used this part of the house in years. ” Amanda opened a carved oak door and brushed away a spider web. “It hasn’t been practical to heat it during the winter. ”

Sloan stepped inside. The sloping floor creaked ominously as he walked across it. Somewhere along the line heavy furniture had been dragged in or out, scarring the floor with deep, jagged grooves. Two of the panes on the narrow terrace doors had been broken and replaced with plywood. Mice had had a field day with the baseboard. Above his head was a faded mural of chubby cherubs.

“This was the best guest room,” Amanda explained. “Fergus kept it for people he wanted to impress. Supposedly some of the Rockefellers stayed here. It has its own bath and dressing room. ” She pushed open a broken door.

Ignoring her, Sloan walked to the black marble fireplace. The wall above it was papered in silk and stained from old smoke. The chip off the corner of the mantel broke his heart.

“You ought to be shot. ” “I beg your pardon?”

“You ought to be shot for letting the place go like this. ” The look he aimed at her wasn’t lazy and amused, but hot and quick as a bullet “A mantelpiece like this is irreplaceable. ”

Flustered, she stared guiltily at the chipped Italian marble. “Well, I certainly didn’t break it. ”

“And look at these walls. Plasterwork of this caliber is an art, the same way a Rembrandt is art. You’d take care of a Rembrandt, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, but – ”

“At least you had the sense not to paint the molding. ” Moving past her, he peered into the adjoining bath. And began to swear. “These are handmade tiles, for God’s sake. Look at these chips. They haven’t been grouted since World War I. ”

“I don’t see what that’s – ”

“No, you don’t see. ” He turned back to her. “You haven’t got a clue to what you’ve got here. This place is a monument to early-twentieth-century craftsmanship, and you’re letting it fall apart around your ears. Those are authentic gaslight fixtures. ”

“I know very well what they are,” Amanda snapped back. “This may be a monument to you, but to me it’s home. We’ve done everything we could to keep the roof on. If the plaster’s cracked it’s because we’ve had to concentrate on keeping the furnace running. And if we didn’t worry about regrouting tiles in a room no one uses, it’s because we had to repair the plumbing in another one. You’ve been hired to renovate, not to philosophize. ”

“You get both for the same price. ” When he reached out toward her, she rammed back into the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“Take it easy, honey. You’ve got cobwebs in your hair. ”

“I can do it,” she said, then stiffened when he combed his fingers through her hair. “And don’t call me ‘honey. ‘”

“You sure fire up quick. I had a mustang filly once that did the same thing. ” She knocked his hand aside. “I’m not a horse. ”

“No, ma’am. ” In an abrupt change of mood, he smiled again. “You sure aren’t. Why don’t you show me what else you’ve got?”

Wary, she eased to the side until she felt safe again. “I don’t see the point. You haven’t got a notebook. ”

“Some things stick in your mind. ” His gaze lowered to her mouth, lingered, then returned to her eyes. “I like to get the lay of the land first before I start worrying about. . . details. ”

“Why don’t I draw you a map?”

He grinned then. “You always so prickly?”

“No. ” She inclined her head. It was true, she wasn’t. She could hardly have made a success in her career as assistant manager in one of the resort’s better hotels if she was. “Obviously you don’t bring out the best in me. ”

“I’ll settle for what I’ve got. ” He curled a hand around her arm. “Let’s keep going. ”

She took him through the wing, doing her best to keep her distance. But he had a tendency to close in, blocking her in a doorway, maneuvering her into a corner, shifting unexpectedly to put them face-to-face. He had a slow and economical way of moving, wasting no gestures that would tip her off as to which way he was going to turn.

They were in the west tower the third time Amanda bumped into him. Every nerve was on edge when she stepped back. “I wish you wouldn’t do that. ”

“Do what?”

“Be there. ” Annoyed, she shoved aside a cardboard box. “In my way. ”

“It seems to me you’re in too much of a hurry to get someplace else to watch where you are. ”

“More homespun philosophy,” she muttered, and paced to the curved window that overlooked the gardens. He bothered her, she was forced to admit, on some deep, elemental level. Maybe it was his size – those broad shoulders and wide-palmed hands. His sheer height. She was accustomed to being on a more even level with most men.

Maybe it was that drawl of his, slow and lazy and every bit as cocky as his grin. Or the way his eyes lingered on her face, persistent, with a
halfamused gleam. Whatever it was, Amanda thought with a little shake, she would have to learn how to handle it.

“This is the last stop,” she told him. “Trent’s idea is to convert this tower into a dining room, more intimate than the one he wants on the lower level. It should fit five tables for two comfortably, with views of the garden or the bay. ”

She turned as she spoke, and an early evening sunbeam shot through the window to halo her hair and pool lustrously around her. Her hands gestured with her words, a graceful flow of movement underlined by nerves. She lifted one hand to her hair to push it back. The light streamed through the honey-brown tresses, tipping them with gold. In the single shaft of light, dust motes danced around her like minute flakes of silver.

His mind wiped clean as new glass, Sloan stood and stared. “Is something wrong?”

“No. ” He took a step closer. “You sure are easy on the eyes, Amanda. ”

She took a step back. There wasn’t amusement in his eyes now, or the quick flaring anger she had seen briefly earlier. What was there was a great deal more dangerous. “If you, ah, have any questions about the tower, or the rest of the wing – ”

“That was a compliment. Maybe not as smooth as you’re used to, but a compliment just the same. ”

“Thank you. ” Her eyes darted around the room for a means of dignified escape as she retreated another step. “I think we could – ” She ended on a gasp as his arm snaked around her waist to draw her tight against him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Keeping you from taking the same jump as your great-grandma. ” He nodded toward the window at her back. “If you’d kept dancing backward, you might have gone right through the glass. Those panes don’t look very strong. ”

“I wasn’t dancing anywhere. ” But her heart was pounding as if she had just finished a fast rumba. “Let go. ”

“You’re a real nice armful. ” He leaned closer to take a sniff of her hair. “Even with all those thorns. ” Enjoying himself, he kept his arm where it was. “You could’ve said thanks, Calhoun. I probably just saved your life. ”

Her pulse might have been jumping, but she refused to let herself be intimidated by some slow-talking cowboy with an attitude. “If you don’t let me go, now, someone’s going to have to save yours. ”

He laughed, delighted with her, and was tempted to scoop her up there and then. The next thing he knew, he was landing on his butt five feet away. With a smug smile, Amanda inclined her head.

‘ “That concludes our tour for this evening. Now, if you’ll excuse me. ” When she started by him, his hand snaked out and snagged her ankle. Amanda barely had time to shriek before she landed on the floor beside him. “Why, you – oaf,” she decided, and tossed the hair out of her eyes.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. ” He tipped a fingertip under her chin. “More homespun philosophy. You’ve got quick moves, Calhoun, but you’ve got to remember to keep your eye on the target. ”

“If I were a man – ”

“This wouldn’t be half as much fun. ” Chuckling, he gave her a quick, hard kiss, then tilted his head bade to stare at her while she gaped. “Well, now,” he said softly while lightning bolts went off inside his ehest. “I think we’d better try that again. ”

She would have shoved him away. She knew she would have. Despite the heat trembling along her spine. Regardless of the thick syrupy longing that seemed to have replaced the blood churning in her veins. She would have shoved him away, had even lifted a hand to do so – certainly not to bring him closer – when footsteps clattered on the iron steps that led to the tower.

Sloan glanced up to see a tall, curvy woman in the doorway. She wore jeans that were ripped through at the knee with a plain white T-shirt tucked in the waist. Her hair was short and straight, offset by a fringe of sassy bangs. Below them her eyes registered surprise, then amusement.

“Hi. ” She looked at Amanda, grinning as she noted her sister’s flushed face

and tousled hair. The one place you didn’t expect to see business-first Amanda Calhoun was on the floor with a strange and very attractive man. “What’s going on?”

“We were going for the best two out of three,” Sloan told her. He rose, then hauled Amanda up by the arm. With what sounded like a snarl, Amanda jerked out of his hold, then busied herself brushing the dust from her slacks.

“This is my sister, C. C. ”

“And you must be Sloan. ” C. C. walked in, offering her hand. “Trent’s told me about you. ” Green eyes dancing, she flicked a glance at her sister, then back again. “I guess he didn’t exaggerate. ”

Sloan held the offered hand a moment. C. C. Calhoun was exactly the opposite of the kind of woman he’d expected his old friend to be involved with. And because Trent was his friend, Sloan couldn’t have been more delighted. “I can see why Trent’s got himself roped and corralled. ”

“That’s one of Sloan’s whimsical compliments,” Amanda pointed out.

With a laugh, C. C. threw an arm around Amanda’s shoulders. “I think I figured that out. I’m glad to meet you, Sloan. Really glad. When I went up to Boston with Trent a couple of weeks ago, everyone I met was so. . . ”

“Stuffy?” He grinned.

“Well. ” A little embarrassed, she moved her shoulders. “I guess it’s hard for some of them to accept that Trent’s going to marry a mechanic who knows more about engines than opera. ”

“Looks to me like Trent’s getting one hell of a deal. ”

“We’ll see. ” She knew with the least encouragement she would get mushy and embarrass herself. “Aunt Coco said you were staying for dinner. I was hoping you’d take one of the guest rooms here while you’re on the island. ”

Sloan couldn’t see it, but he’d have bet the pot that Amanda bit her tongue. The idea of ruffling her feathers made it tempting to change his plans. “Thanks, but I’m all taken care of. Besides. . . ” Now he grinned at Amanda. “I’m going to be underfoot enough as it is. ”

“However you’re most comfortable,” C. C. told him. “Just so that you know you’re welcome here at The Towers. ”

“I’ll go down and see if Aunt Coco needs any help. ” Amanda sent Sloan a cool nod. “C. C. will show you down when you’re ready. ”

He winked at her. “Thanks for the tour, honey. ”

He could almost hear her grinding her teeth as she walked away.

“That’s some sister you’ve got there. ”

“Yes, she is. ” C. C. ‘s smile was warm, and warning. “Trent tells me you’re quite the ladies’ man. ”

“He’s still mad because I stole a woman out from under his nose when we were both still young and foolish. ” Sloan took C. C. ‘s hand as they walked through the doorway. “You sure you’re stuck on him?”

She had to laugh. “Now I see why he told me to lock up my sisters. ”

“If they’re anything like that one, I expect they can take care of themselves. ”

“Oh, they can. The Calhoun women are as tough as they come. ” She paused at the top of the iron circular stairs. “I’d better warn you. Aunt Coco claims she saw you in the tea leaves this morning. ”

“In thc. aah. ”

She gave a half apologetic, half amused shrug. “It’s kind of a hobby of hers. Anyway, she might start to try to manipulate, especially if she decides the fates have linked you with one of my sisters. She means well, but. . . ”

“O’Rileys are pretty good at handling themselves, too. ”

It only took one long look at him to have her believing it. C. C. tapped his shoulder. “Okay then. You’re on your own. ”

Sloan started down behind her. “C. C, are there any men Amanda’s involved with who I’m going to have to hoist out of the way?”

C. C. stopped, studying him through the opposite side of the open stairs. “No,” she said after a moment. “Amanda’s done all the hoisting herself. ”

“That’s fine. ” He was smiling to himself as he descended the winding stairs. When they reached the second floor, he heard an echo of high-pitched screams and the frantic yapping of the dog.

“My sister Suzanna’s kids,” C. C. explained before he could ask. “Alex and Jenny are your typical quiet, retiring children. ”

“I can
hear that. ”

A sturdy pale-haired missile zoomed up the steps. In reflex, Sloan caught it and found himself staring into a curious little face with a pouty mouth and big blue eyes.

“You’re big,” Jenny said. “Nan. You’re just short. ”

At five, she was just beginning to learn the wiles of womanhood and sent him a beaming smile. “Can I have a piggyback ride?”

“Got a quarter?” Giggling, she shook her head. “Okay,” he said, “the first one’s free then. ” When she squirmed around to his back, he started down again. At the base of the steps, Amanda had a dark-haired little boy in a headlock.

“Suzanna?” C. C. asked.

“In the kitchen. I was drafted to watch these two. ” She narrowed her eyes at Jenny. “The little pig-nosed one got away from me. ”

“Oink, oink. ” From the tower of Sloan’s back, Jenny giggled and snorted. “Who’s he?” Alex wanted to know.

“Sloan O’Riley. ” Sloan offered a hand, man to man, which Alex eyed dubiously before accepting it.

“You talk funny. Are you from Texas?” “Oklahoma. ”

After a moment’s consideration, Alex nodded. “That’s almost as good. Did you ever shoot anybody dead?”

“Not lately. ”

“That’s enough, you ghoul. ” C. C. took charge. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up for dinner. ” She swung Jenny from Sloan’s back.

“Cute kids,” Sloan commented when C. C. hauled them up the stairs.

“We like them. ” Amanda offered him a genuine smile. Seeing him with Jenny riding his back had softened her. “They’ll be in school most of the day, so they shouldn’t bother you while you’re working. ”

“I don’t figure they’d be a bother one way or the other. I’ve got a nephew of my own back home. He’s a pistol. ”

“Those two can be shotguns, I’m afraid. ” But the affection came through. “It’s nice for them to be around a man now and again. ”

“Your sister’s husband?”

The smile faded. “They’re divorced. You might know him. Baxter Dumont?”

A shutter seemed to come down over Sloan’s eyes. “I’ve heard of him. ”

“Well, that’s history. Dinner’s nearly ready. Why don’t I show you where to wash up?”

“Thanks. ” Distracted, Sloan followed her. He was thinking that there were some points of history that had an unfortunate habit of overlapping.