The Summer of Sunshine and Margot - Susan Mallery Page 0,28

secret world out there.”

“The cliché is true—success is about showing up.” He pushed himself away from the counter. “You can do this. It will take a while to get into the rhythm of studying and taking tests, but I have every faith in you.”

She smiled. “That’s about the nicest thing you could have said. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

They looked at each other. Declan wanted to tell himself there was a bit of tension sizzling between them but he had a feeling that was the martini talking. He slid off the stool.

“I’m going to check on Connor, then come back and help you pack up the baked goods.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll take care of it. Dinner at six?”

“Sure. See you then.”

And with that, order was restored to exactly what it should be.

* * *

Three days into Bianca’s training, Alec had to admit Margot was less of a disruption than he would have expected. She was quiet, unobtrusive and, except for when she was in the dining room to collect her breakfast, he rarely saw her.

From what his mother had told him, they were mostly working in the greenhouse until the temperatures warmed enough for them to be outside. Bianca seemed happy, his house was quiet and that was all Alec required of the situation. He still had his doubts about his mother’s ability to adapt to Wesley’s lifestyle, but that was not his problem.

He returned to the house and saw Margot standing in the cloisters, a cell phone in her hand.

“You piece of shit. Leave me alone.”

He was reasonably confident she wasn’t addressing him, so rather than respond, he paused and cleared his throat.

Margot spun to face him, her face flushing with color.

“Sorry,” she said, tucking her phone into a pocket. “I’m having a moment.”

She wore a sleeveless red dress that fit to her waist before flaring out to just above her knee. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. She had on flat shoes, no jewelry save a watch, and minimal makeup. She appeared competent and capable and yet he found himself keenly cognizant of the fact that she was both a woman and incredibly beautiful. A combination that seemed to, as his mother would phrase it, rattle his cage.

He shook off his awareness. “Do you need assistance?”

“Thank you, but no. I’m fine.” She hesitated. “An old boyfriend is trying to get in touch with me. I’ve changed cell numbers and moved, all without telling him. One of my friends thinks I should give him a second chance. Which would technically be a fourteenth chance. I said no. She thought I was wrong.”

Before he could decide how to respond, she continued.

“It’s not him, it’s me. I’m a relatively smart person. I know what I want in my life and I make it happen. But when I’m around him, I make absurd choices. I completely accept my responsibility in everything that has gone wrong. It’s really me. So the best thing is to avoid him. Which is getting easier. I just don’t want to see him.”

Alec felt a sudden and unexpected loathing toward a man he’d never met. How peculiar. “I’m sure everyone has someone in their past they wish to avoid.”

“Even you?”

“Even me.”

She flashed him a smile. “You’re very kind, but I suspect you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“On the contrary, I’m telling the truth. I was engaged a few years ago. She was also a scholar. That was how we met. We were well suited and I suppose we fell in love.”

He paused knowing he could go either way with the rest of the story. He could say what he always said, or he could tell the truth.

He briefly looked out in the garden. No, not the truth. It was too personal, and far too humiliating.

“She was well published, or so I thought. It turns out she had been plagiarizing someone else’s work. An obscure historian who had published in the 1940s. She was eventually caught.” He returned his attention to Margot. “It wasn’t the cheating so much as what it said of her character.”

“Of course. If she would lie about that, what else would she lie about?”

“Exactly.”

“People are sometimes confusing,” she said. “I apologize for my outburst.”

“No need. I’m sure he deserved every word.”

She laughed. “He did, but still. All right. Change of subject. Things are going well with your mother. I would like to plan a couple of social events.”

Alec instinctively stiffened. He didn’t enjoy social events. There were too many people he