Because there was such tension in her voice, he looked around the greenhouse. “Everything’s fine.”

“Okay. Okay. Let’s go home.”

She let him lead her through the rain, around the buildings, and let out her first sigh of relief when she climbed into his car.

“Just relax,” he ordered, and leaned over to fasten her seat belt himself. “We’ll be home in a minute. You need to get warm.”

“You’ll make a good daddy.”

“What?”

“You’ve got a nurturing bent—comes from being a gardener, maybe, but you don’t just know how to take care, you take it. Christ, these have been a lousy couple of days.”

“Did you have a fight with Mitch or something?”

“No.” She kept her eyes closed as he drove, but her lips curved a little. “I don’t get hysterical over a spat. I hope to God it takes more than that to bring me so low.”

“I’ve never seen you cry like that, not since Daddy died.”

“I don’t guess I have.” She felt the car turn, and opened her eyes so she could watch Harper House come into view. “Did you ever want me to give it up, this place?”

“No.” His expression was utter shock as he looked over at her. “Of course not.”

“Good. That’s good to know for sure. I don’t know if I could have, even for you.”

“It’s ours, and it’s always going to be.” He parked, and was out of the car and hurrying to her side before she could get out.

“I’m just a little shaky, Harper, not mortally wounded.”

“You’re going straight up, getting into some dry clothes. I’ll bring you up some brandy.”

“Harper, this is going to sound stupid, but I’m not quite ready to go upstairs.”

“I’ll get you some dry clothes. You can change in David’s room.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t even ask why, she thought. Didn’t hesitate. What a man she’d raised.

“Go on back to David,” he ordered. “Tell him I said you’re to have some brandy, and some hot tea.”

“Yes, sir.”

Before she could move toward the stairs, Mitch came out of the library and started down the hall.

“I thought I heard the door—I’ve been keeping an ear . . .” He trailed off as he got closer, then lengthened his stride to reach her. “What is it? Are you sick, hurt?”

“No. Do I look sick?”

“You look pale as a sheet, and you’ve been crying. What is it?” He looked over her head into Harper’s eyes. “What happened?”

“She doesn’t really want to see anyone right now,” Harper began.

“It’s all right.” She squeezed Harper’s hand. “I did say that,” she told Mitch, “but after I pull myself together a little more, I’d just as soon tell you both—all three of you, since I imagine David’s in the kitchen—at once.”

“She needs dry clothes,” Harper stated. “If you’d take her back to David, get some brandy into her, I’ll go fetch her some.”

“For heaven’s sake, this is what comes from being the little woman in a house full of big, strapping males. I don’t have to be taken anywhere, and I can get brandy into myself.”

“She’s coming back.” Harper nodded at Mitch. “You’ll take care of her. I’ll just be a minute.”

“I’ve worried him now,” Roz stated as Harper bounded up the steps. “I hate worrying him.”

“Well, you’re worrying me, too.”

“I suppose it can’t be helped. I wouldn’t mind that brandy, though.”

The minute they stepped into the kitchen, David rushed forward, concern tightening his face. Roz simply threw up a hand.

“I’m not hurt, I’m not sick, and there’s no need to fuss. What I want is a shot of brandy, and the dry clothes Harper’s bringing down. Mind if I change in your room?”

“No. Sit down.” As he strode to a cabinet, he whipped the dishrag tucked into the waistband of his jeans, and used it to brush flour from his hands. “Who made her cry?”

Because the question was more of an accusation, tossed straight at Mitch, Mitch held up his hands for peace. “I’ve been here, remember? Harper just brought her in like this.”

“I must point out, I’m sitting right here. And as I am, I can speak for myself. Thanks, baby.” She lifted the snifter of brandy and took a quick, deep swallow. “Always hated this stuff, but it shoots straight to the spot.”

She managed a smile as Harper came in with a sweatshirt, jeans, and thick socks. “My hero. Just give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll try to explain what happened.”

Harper waited until she’d gone into David’s quarters, and the doors were closed.

“I found her sitting on the floor of the propagation house, crying. Just . . . sobbing. She hardly ever cries. Gets a little wet when something makes her really happy, or sentimental, but when she’s sad or hurt—she doesn’t let you see it.”

“What’s been going on the past few days?” Mitch demanded, and saw David and Harper exchange a look. “I knew there was something. She’s been avoiding me.”

“It’s best if she tells you herself. David, she ought to have some tea, don’t you think?”

“I’ll put it on. Get that box of Nirvana caramels out of the fridge. Some chocolate will make her feel better. Mitch, why don’t you light the fire there? I didn’t bother with it today.”

When Roz stepped back in, David was brewing tea, Harper was setting out fancy chocolates, and Mitch was babying a fire in the kitchen hearth.

“Makes me wonder why I haven’t had some sort of jag long before this, if I get three good-looking men bustling around ready to wait on me. Before we sit down, Mitch, I should’ve told you before. I think you’ll want your tape recorder.”

“I’ll get it.”

It gave her a little more time, calming herself toward cool by the time they all sat together. She told them, was able to relay it matter-of-factly now. Though her hands went cold again, she simply warmed them on her teacup and finished describing her experience in the greenhouse.

“I always had a soft spot for the Bride,” David began, “but now, I think she’s just a stone bitch.”

“Hard to argue.” Roz picked up a piece of chocolate. “But it seems to me that she believes all this sincerely. Men are liars and cheats and no-good bastards. She wants me to believe it so I’m not used and hurt again.”

“Mama.” Harper stared hard into his own tea. “Do you believe Daddy wasn’t faithful to you?”

“I don’t believe anything of the kind. More than that, honey, I know he was faithful. Without a single doubt.”

“She made you see him that way.”

“She made me see him,” Roz repeated. “And it broke my heart. To see him, just as he’d been. So young and vibrant and real. Just out of my reach. Out of my reach, when everything I felt for him came alive inside me again, just as vibrant and real. I knew it was a lie, even as it happened. And the cruel things she put into his mouth were never his. He was never cruel.”

“She used your experience with Bryce, a painful incident,” Mitch began. “And transferred that experience to the man who came before him. John. The man who came after him. Me. She’d rather hurt you, is compelled to hurt you, to save you from becoming involved with me.”

“A bit late for that.”

“Is it?”

“Do you think I’m so weak-minded, so spineless that I’d let her tricks influence me?”

“I think you’re strong-minded, perilously close to a fault. I’m just not sure how much you disagree with her.”

“I see. Well, well, well. I think I’ve told y’all what I can. I’m going to go on up, do some paperwork. Harper, it’d set my mind at ease if you’d go back to the nursery, just make sure everything’s under control. David, the tea was just right, thanks.”

She rose, strode out of the room without a second glance.

“Well, pissing her off brought the color back in her cheeks,” David commented.

“Then she’ll probably have a permanent healthy blush by the time I’m done. Excuse me.”

“Brave, brave man,” David stated as Mitch marched out.

“Or brick stupid,” Harper said. “Either way, I think he’s in love with her. If he’s stupid, she’ll chew him up and spit him out, regardless. If he’s brave, he might just make the cut. I hope he does.”

ROZ HAD JUSTreached her bedroom when Mitch caught up and walked right in behind her. She turned around, slow and deliberate.

“I don’t believe I invited you in.”

“I don’t believe I asked for an invitation.” Just as slow, just as deliberate, he closed the door. And to her shock, locked it.

“You’re going to want to unlock that and step out again, or believe me, the wrath of this arguably psychotic ghost will be nothing compared to mine.”

“You want a shot at me, take it. But I’ll damn well know why first.”

“I’ve just told you. I don’t appreciate your invading my privacy this way, and presuming—”

“And that’s bullshit. What led up to this? You’ve been brushing me off and evading me for days. The last time we were together, we were in that bed, and you were with me, Rosalind. I want to know what changed.”

“Nothing. I’ve got my own life, just as you do.” In a deliberate and, she could admit, petty move, she walked to the terrace doors, flung them open. “I had a lot to do.”

He simply crossed over, slammed the doors shut. Locked them.

She wasn’t sure she could get words past the fire of rage burning in her throat. “If you think for one minute I’ll tolerate that—”

“Just be quiet.” He snapped it out, and though blistering temper boiled inside her, she found herself measuring him in a new light.

“On second thought,” he said before she could think of a response, “answer one question. I told you I was falling in love with you. Was that a mistake?”

“Telling me? No. Falling, possibly. I’m a difficult woman.”

“That’s not a news flash.”

“Mitchell, I’m tired, I’m angry, I’m emotionally . . . I don’t know what the hell I am, but I don’t want to fight with you now, because I’ll fight dirty and regret it later. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you.”