“I like him a lot too.” I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t pleased by what she’d said, but I was sure she was reading too much into it.
“I can tell, and I want you to know that while Remy is strong, brave, determined, and a good leader, he’s also vulnerable. I will not see him hurt.”
“No, ma’am.”
She studied me carefully. “How did you really meet?”
“That’s between me and Remington.” She might compel me to confess a lot but not that.
“What do you want from him?”
I wanted to tell her I wasn’t after his money—that I just wanted to spend time with him—but that was only partly true. “I promise I have no nefarious designs on him or on any of you. In case you don’t know, he did a background check on me.”
“I’m sure he did, and my instincts say you feel as strongly for him as he does for you, but rest assured, if you hurt him or you’re dishonest with him, there will be repercussions you won’t recover from.”
Marjorie Theriot looked like an unassuming 1950s housewife. She appeared to be the consummate hostess for an extravagant engagement party, but Remington was right; she was scary. I had no doubt she would follow through on her threat, and she wouldn’t need the rest of her family to help her do it.
“I’m going to ask you again. What do you want from Remington?”
“His time. I want to go back to the bookstore he took me to. I want to listen to him play the cello. I want…” Did I dare tell yet another person the dream I’d never spoken aloud before? “I want a fairy tale, but I recognize that’s not likely to happen, so I’ll take the time with him that he can give me.”
She shook her head. “You’re wrong. You will have all the time you want with my son. I see it now. You’re the one for him.”
“I don’t think—”
“There’s no need for you to think too much. Just follow your heart.”
I wasn’t going to beg Remington to let me stay longer than the two weeks we’d agreed on, and as much as I wanted him, I didn’t really believe in the idea that there was one perfect person for me. I would miss him, but I wasn’t going to waste away longing for him to propose to me like some heroine in a Victorian novel, was I? “I’m not going to hurt him. I promise you that.”
She held my gaze, and I felt frozen in place. She really was formidable, and I could almost believe she could see the future, or was that just wishful thinking? Remington said she’d predicted all the matches in his family, but that didn’t mean she actually had knowledge of the future or that she was infallible.
31
Remington
I allowed myself to glance back once as I followed my father out of the ballroom. Marjorie was leading Henri out onto the patio. I wanted to believe he could hold his own with her, but she was a formidable woman when she wanted to be. At least I knew he was physically safe, unless she thought he intended to harm me.
I didn’t think she’d question his intent. If he’d wanted to harm me, he’d had plenty of chances he hadn’t taken. When he’d talked about his dream the night I played the cello for him, I was sure he’d imagined me in the role of his fairy-tale hero.
“I assume you looked into this young man’s past,” my father said once we’d entered his office.
“Of course.”
“And just how young is he?”
My stepmother had been seventeen the first time they’d gotten together, so I wasn’t sure he had any business asking me that. “He’s twenty-three. I have thoroughly examined his background, and he has proven his loyalty. We’ve spent a lot of time together. He’s overheard things and has shown he can keep his mouth shut.”
“That’s good to hear. Tell me more about him.”
“Like I said, I met him when I was out doing some reconnaissance. I took him home, and we enjoyed each other’s company. I’m not sure why you’re so interested. It’s a fling, a fun one, but—”
My father glared at me. “Are you really that blind?”
“I swear to you he’s not spying on us.”
My father waved his hand. “That’s not what I mean, son. That boy’s in love with you, and based on the looks you were giving him, I think you’re smitten as well.”
“We enjoy each other, Pop, but that’s… that’s all it is.”
“Don’t throw away a chance for something more. Don’t be a fool like I was.”
“How did you balance it all? How did you give yourself over to loving Marjorie while also running the business?”
Pop was about to answer when Lance knocked loudly on the door, then opened it before being summoned.