a secret … and it would.
Alyssa thought about the obituary she’d agreed to write while she walked through the town picking up some toiletries and clothing for her extended stay. She had a horrible suspicion that Joshua would not be pleased when he learned about it.
Typically, as she pulled up in front of the winery, the first person she saw was Joshua Saxon. When she got out of the car, his face hardened, radiating disapproval. Alyssa’s gaze locked with his as he approached.
“The funeral is over.” His obsidian gaze bored relentlessly into her. “I thought you’d be packed and gone by now.”
Alyssa raised her chin. “I brought your jacket back.”
“Oh, thanks.” He had the grace to look slightly shamed as she got out of the car, popped open the trunk and drew out his jacket.
He took it from her and slung it over his shoulder. “Have a safe trip.”
Staring at her overnight bag, Alyssa hesitated. To hell with it. He’d know sooner or later. “I’m not leaving yet. Your mother has invited me to stay for a week.”
“You approached my mother?” He replied, openmouthed. “My mother is grieving the loss of her eldest son. She doesn’t need an interloper barging in at the moment.”
“I didn’t ‘barge in,’ as you so delightfully put it. Your mother invited me.” She drew a deep breath. “Inviting” was stretching the truth. She’d given Kay no choice. “Don’t worry, Joshua, I’ll be very sensitive of her feelings.”
He bent forward and hoisted her overnight bag out, then cast her a disbelieving look. “Right.”
Her heart started to race and apprehension shafted through her as his narrowed gaze raked her. He’d better never discover the truth of how she’d gotten her invitation. Quickly, she said, “Also, my editor has asked me to write a short tribute to Roland. I’ll use this week to research that.” No point hiding that.
“Oh, no, you won’t! You’re not poking around here for dirt on my brother.”
She’d expected his reaction. She lifted out her handbag and slung it over her shoulder. “I’m not here to dig up dirt. I’m here at the invitation of your mother. But it’s a good opportunity to talk to people about Roland, about what he meant to them, how he enriched their lives. Think about it, Joshua, there’s nothing sinister about a tribute in Wine Watch to your brother. The wine community is going to miss him.” And so would she.
Terribly.
He paused. She watched him weighing up her words, seeking the worst.
“I don’t trust you,” he said at last. “Don’t forget I’ve been at the sharp end of your poisoned pen before. I want to keep an eye on you, hear the questions you’re asking. You’re coming with me each day.”
Alyssa saw her dream of spending time with Kay, learning about Roland going up in smoke. “But—”
“That’s screwed up whatever it is that you want.” His eyes had narrowed to black slits. “So why did you gate-crash the ball? What is it that you really want, Alyssa? An exclusive interview?”
His derogatory tone caused her to say heatedly, “No, I came to—” Too late she remembered her promise to Kay.
“To what?” He pounced on her hesitation like a mountain cat.
She tempered her response. “I came to see Roland.” Let him draw whatever damn conclusions he wanted from that.
“Why? You still haven’t told me what you wanted with him.”
“I thought you’d decided that.” Alyssa couldn’t stop the snippy retort as she slammed the trunk shut.
“To get him to break up with Amy?” He didn’t take his eyes off her. “I’m still leaning that way, am I correct?”
“No!”
His eyes held cynical disbelief. “Then what? You had another agenda? Or do you still want me to believe that you and Roland were ‘friends’?”
Joshua gave friends such a mocking intonation that she flinched. But she didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.
He tilted his head sideways, examining her. “You wanted something from him. Did you think Roland would feed you the story of a lifetime?”
“No, seeing Roland had nothing to do with any story.”
“You’re trying to tell me that hooking up with my brother meant more to you than the sniff of a story?”
She nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Joshua fell silent, a frown grooved between his guarded eyes. “You know, I’m starting to believe that Roland meant something to you. That you’re grieving for him as much as we are.”
Before Alyssa could respond to his unexpected concession, he’d set off with her bag in the direction of the main house.
They found Kay in the library, working at a big walnut desk overlooking the gardens that rolled down to where the vineyards started.
“Your houseguest.”
“Joshua—”
“I’m sorry, Mother. I can’t stay, I need to get back to the estate.” Joshua set down her overnight bag and slung the dinner jacket onto a leather chair. “Don’t forget that we arranged to go to see Amy tonight.” He glanced pointedly at Alyssa. “It’ll probably be better if you stay here.”
“It would be rude to leave Alyssa. She can come, too.”
“No, it will be too upsetting for Amy—if she ever discovers the truth about why Alyssa was so eager to attend the ball.”
Kay blinked, the only sign that she’d remembered what Alyssa had told her in the cemetery about Joshua’s belief that Alyssa was Roland’s lover. For a moment Kay looked indecisive then she said, “If you think so, dear.”
“I do.” To Alyssa he said, “As soon as you’ve settled in, come find me. I’ll be in the winery.”
“Oh, but … I thought I would get to know Alyssa a little, especially if she and Roland were …” Kay’s voice trailed away “… close.” Her eyes darted everywhere—except Joshua’s face.
But he didn’t notice; he was too busy glaring at Alyssa.
“Behave yourself then,” he growled.
Which she took to mean that she was not to ask Kay too many questions about Roland for the tribute she was writing.
After Joshua had gone, Alyssa turned to Kay. “I know this must be very hard for you. Rather than talk about Roland so soon maybe we can take a walk around the vineyard.”
Kay sniffed but her eyes remained dry. “I want to talk about Roland. It happened so fast. Roland and Amy were due to get married in December.
