Declan outside, playing. She filled two glasses with ice and water, and set them out on the counter. She was about to retreat to her room when Declan walked into the kitchen.
He grinned when he saw her. “You’re back. How was your brunch?”
He was casually dressed. His shoulders stretched the seams of his T-shirt and the fabric was soft looking and faded.
“Good. I met my sister. It’s my great-grandmother’s birthday. She died shortly after we graduated from high school but we always go out on her birthday. She would like that we remembered, then she would scold us, pointing out how much sugar was in champagne and that it would go straight to my thighs. Then she would tell me to sit up straight.”
His eyebrows drew together. “She sounds, ah, interesting.”
“She was a pistol, as they say. Until she retired well into her eighties, she ran her own business.” Sunshine made air quotes. “Mrs. Baxter’s School of Charm and Decorum. And no, I’m not kidding.”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
“My great-grandmother helped young women become beauty queens. She desperately wanted to train a Miss America, but the closest she got was a runner-up. We were her last hope, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was more than willing, but hardly beauty pageant material.”
Declan looked even more confused. “Why not?”
“Men,” she said with a grin. “I’m too short and way too curvy. Margot’s the beauty in the family. Tall, thin, gorgeous. But she couldn’t deal with the whole being on stage thing. She would either faint or barf. Not a winning strategy. When we were fourteen, Francine closed the school and we moved to Las Vegas.”
“My head is spinning,” Declan told her. “I had no idea you had such a checkered past.”
“There are surprising depths. Just let me know if you ever want to learn a three-point runway turn. I’m an expert.”
“Now you’re scaring me.”
Connor ran into the kitchen. “Da-ad! I’ve been waiting forever.” He turned. “Sunshine! You’re back.” He rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “We’re playing outside. Come with us.”
“Connor, we’ve talked about this. It’s Sunshine’s day off. We need to leave her alone.”
Connor pushed up his glasses and nodded slowly as he stepped back. “Sorry, Sunshine.”
She knew the importance of keeping to a regular schedule, but it was tough when Connor had such a firm grip on her heartstrings.
She touched his cheek. “I have a couple of things I have to do, but what if I join you for dinner?” She glanced at Declan. “If that’s all right with you.”
Connor jumped up and down. “Yes! Yes! Dad’s barbecuing burgers, and say yes, Dad!”
Declan’s expression turned rueful. “It appears I’m no longer the favorite.”
“I’m new,” Sunshine told him. “And shiny. I’ll tarnish in time.”
“I’m not holding my breath.” He wrapped his arms around Connor. “Come on, you. We’re going back outside. Sunshine, you are welcome to join us for dinner.”
“Thanks. I will.”
She retreated to her room and stared at the massive textbook on her desk. Just carrying it was going to be a workout. But instead of sitting down and trying to make sense of the first chapter, she walked to the window where she could watch Declan and Connor. They sat on the grass, drinking the water she’d left out for them.
It was obvious how much they cared about each other. They were a family—still healing from an incredible loss, but connected all the same. She wanted that. Love and belonging, something real. Something more than being the flavor of the month. She was willing to change, to be different and try new things to make that happen. What she didn’t know was whether or not she could escape who she was and the Baxter women’s four generations of disasters in the love life department.
* * *
After brunch with her sister, Margot drove home and finished packing for her stay with Bianca. The job was for about two months, but Margot only packed enough for a couple of weeks. She could easily go back to her place whenever she needed to. Her condo was a fifteen-minute drive from the monastery.
She still couldn’t believe she was going to live there. Everything about the glorious old structure appealed to her. She was going to check with her host and get permission to do some exploring. And the garden! The little she’d seen of it was magical.
After cleaning out the refrigerator and double-checking that all the faucets were turned off, Margot loaded her car with two