the floor?”
Obviously this wasn’t a good time for Lucie to have a talk with her sister, not about something as serious as a marriage Amelia knew nothing about.
She said, “Amelia, I’ll talk to you later when you’re not so tied up.”
“Lucie, really, if you want to talk, I’m sure Quinn can handle this.”
“No, it’s okay. You two give my niece a big kiss from me. I promise I’ll hug her soon. Have a good day.”
“I’m coming,” Amelia called to Quinn. “You, too,” she said to Lucie, meaning it.
Lucie stared at the phone after she ended the call. Maybe her brother Brodie could help, in more than one way. He might be able to give her some professional advice. He was a publicist who would know how to handle this news, especially if it got out.
But when her call went through to Brodie, all she got was a voice mail message. Next, she tried her brother Jensen. He didn’t have voice mail and he didn’t pick up.
That left one person she could call. Her brother Charles, who was still in London. She found his number in her contact list and pressed Send.
“Hello, Lucie,” he said cheerily. “You’re up early.”
It was around noon in London. “I have reason to be. Do you have time for a chat?”
“With you? Sure. What’s wrong?”
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“You’re my sister. I know the tone of your voice. Spill it.”
Charles was the youngest son, a bit of a playboy and charming. He sometimes had trouble being serious, but he was now as he waited for her to talk about whatever it was she needed to discuss.
“Do you remember when I went to Scotland when I was seventeen?”
“Of course I do. There was a ruckus when you were sent home. My sister, who was usually an angel, the perfect sibling, had gotten herself into a mess. Mom and Dad did some fast pedaling with the press, if I remember correctly.”
“You mean, they managed to squelch the story that I was sent home from a trip because of a boy.”
“That about covers it.”
“Actually, no, that didn’t cover it. Now don’t say a word until I finish telling you everything.”
“My lips are zipped.”
Was she making a mistake telling Charles? She hoped not. “Promise me you will tell no one else until I say you can.”
“Lucie, you’re starting to scare me.”
She plunged in. “I didn’t just have an affair with Chase Parker in Scotland, I married him,” she blurted out. “But when we were caught, his father flew in, didn’t give either of us a chance to breathe and started paperwork for an annulment.”
Charles whistled.
“I’m not done,” she protested.
“Still zipped,” he assured her.
She rolled her eyes. “Chase found me and came to see me yesterday. The annulment never went through. We’re still married.”
She wasn’t exactly sure what she expected from Charles, but she definitely didn’t expect his burst of laughter.
“Oh, my gosh! Miss Goody Two-Shoes got herself into a mess. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Stop it,” she warned him, “or I’ll hang up right now.”
His laughter simmered down to a smile in his voice as he coaxed, “Ah, you wouldn’t hang up on me, not your favorite brother.”
“Charles—”
“Oh, Lucie. So you made a mistake and it was never rectified. That doesn’t mean it can’t be now. A good lawyer will straighten it out. What does Parker say?”
“He says he has lawyers on it, that I should call him if I need to talk, that we’ll figure this out. Charles, if this gets out to the press, Mum will be mortified. Think of the scandal. I was engaged while I was still married. All my work at the orphanages will be looked at as some hypocritical jaunt. I can’t stand the idea of it.”
“The paparazzi are one matter,” Charles agreed. “But Chase Parker is another. Are you going to call him to talk about it?”
She remembered her dream. She remembered all the feelings that went with it.
“I don’t know,” she said in a low voice.
“Lucie, are you telling me everything?”
“What do you mean?”
“What did you feel when you saw him again?”
She went back to that moment yesterday, and she didn’t want to admit what she’d felt.
“Aha!” Charles said.
“What do you mean, ‘aha’? I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly. It was never over with this man, was it?”
“Of course it’s over. It’s been ten years.”
“Sometimes our hearts don’t count time. More than anything else, Lucie, you’d better figure out what you want. You can’t face the world with news like this with any uncertainty if it does get out.”
“I have to think. I need some time.”
Suddenly Lucie’s bedside phone rang. From caller ID, she could see that it was Irv downstairs.
“Is that your phone?” Charles asked.
“Yes, I have to get this. It’s the doorman. Someone must be downstairs. I have to go. Promise me, Charles, you won’t breathe a word of this.”
“I promise.”
She ended the call with her brother and picked up the phone. “Yes, Irv?”
“Mr. Parker is here to see you. Shall I send him up?”
“Tell him to give me five minutes,” she said, suddenly out of breath.
“Yes, Lady Lucie. I’ll make sure he gives you five minutes.”
She didn’t have time to do much, but she did have time to brush her teeth. She was wearing pink-and-white-flowered sleep pants and a pink tank. No time to think about clothes. She ran a brush through her hair and grabbed a long pink satin robe, belting it tightly.
There was a knock at her door.
She ran to it and looked through the peephole. It was Chase. Today he was dressed
