“How’d he take it?” Cal has been with me every step of the way in my efforts to diversify our economy. “Disappointed, but understanding. He’s more interested in the race at present.”
“It’s a festival weekend—especially now that you’ve changed the conversation. We’ll get back to business on Monday.”
“I’ll have to discuss it with the queen before I bring it to the council.”
“Will you include Reggie in the conversation? She’s met with him a few times since he’s been back.”
That flashes me. “About what?” I’m more than a little annoyed they’ve had meetings without my knowledge.
“From what I understand, she’s trying to see if he has any ulterior motives for being here—other than bringing a certain wealthy American heiress to your attention.”
“Zelda,” I say with a nod, thinking how his matchmaking efforts are directly linked to his record for economic conservatism. “An oil heiress is more of his outdated way of thinking. Getting us further entrenched in waning technologies.”
“They’re not entirely outdated just yet.”
“They’re also not what I want for our future. Tourism, gambling, oil—all are dependent on the global economy and disposable income. I want us insulated against factors we can’t control.”
Cal holds up his hands. “I’m on your side.”
“Reggie, however, is not.” I’m less angry at my uncle, but I’m not ready to pull him into the inner circle just yet. Cal looks away to where the ladies have gone, and I can’t resist a little prod. “
At least his efforts weren’t wasted. You seem to be enjoying your time with Miss Benedict.”
He glances up, and I don’t miss the change in his expression. “She’s kind of perfect, but I don’t know. It’s a lot to consider.”
“What is?”
“They’re leaving soon. Going back to America.”
Now I’m the one searching for them. “I didn’t know that. When?”
“Zelda didn’t say an exact date. It has something to do with her uncle’s will.”
“That doesn’t impact Ava.” I’m speaking as much to myself as to my brother. “She shouldn’t have to leave.”
I find Ava talking to Zelda across the deck, and the shadow I see passing over her face erodes my confidence.
“Maybe,” Cal continues. “I get the feeling they stick together.”
I’ve left my brother’s side, and now I’m walking to where they stand. Zelda doesn’t see me approach, and I catch the end of what she’s saying before Ava cuts her off.
“I think he’s satisfied for now, but I don’t know what he might attempt—”
“Rowan!” Ava rushes forward, placing her hand on my forearm. “Zelda and I were just talking.”
“Cal told me. You’re leaving? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Her green eyes go round. “I don’t know.” She looks rapidly to Zelda and back to me. “Everything is happening so quickly.”
I cover her hand with mine, thinking of our day in Occitan, making love in the ocean. I remember eating strawberries and drinking champagne, discussing poetry and what I want my legacy to be. I want Ava at my side for all of it.
“It’s my fault,” Zelda says, drawing my attention away from the girl standing in front of me. “I wasn’t sure if Ava wanted to stay… If I have to leave.”
Ava releases my arm and returns to her friend. “Stay here alone? Without you?” I don’t miss the worry in her voice.
“I was hoping…” Zelda looks up at me again. “I hoped you wouldn’t be alone.”
I reach for my lady, and the bracelet she gave me slips out of my sleeve, falling onto my hand.