“You did what you were meant to do,” Lilah corrected. “If one of us was supposed to find it, we would have.”

“Is it like a treasure hunt?” Kevin wanted to know. “Yes.” Megan drew him close to ruffle his hair.

“I really don't have time right now, dear.” Coco was arguing as Amanda dragged her into the room. “It's the middle of the dinner rush.”

“Sit and be quiet,” Colleen ordered. “The girl has something to read. Get your aunt a drink,” she said to C.C. “She may need it. And freshen mine, while you're at it.” She lifted her eyes, bird-bright, to Megan's. “Well, go on. Read it.”

As she did, Megan slipped her hand into Nathaniel's. She heard Coco's quick gasp and sigh. Her own throat was raw with unshed tears when she lowered the page again.

“So... I went up and I pried up some floorboards. And I found it.”

Even the children were silent when Colleen placed her thin hands on the box. They trembled once, then steadied as she worked the latch free, and opened the lid. Now it was her lips that trembled, and her eyes filled. She drew out a small oval frame, tarnished black with age.

“A photograph,” she said in a thick voice. “Of my mother with me and Sean and Ethan. It was taken the year before she died. We sat for it in the garden in New York.” She stroked it once, then offered it to Coco.

“Oh, Aunt Colleen. It's the only picture we have of all of you.”

“She kept it on her dressing table, so that she could look at it every day. A book of poetry.” Colleen drew out the slim volume, caressed it. “She loved to read poetry. It's Yeats. She would read it to me sometimes, and tell me it reminded her of Ireland. This brooch.” She took out a small, simple enamel pin decorated with violets. “Sean and I gave it to her for Christmas. Nanny helped us buy it, of course. We were too young. She often wore it.”

She caressed a marcasite watch, its pin shaped like a bow, and a carved jade dog hardly bigger than her thumb.

There were other small treasures—a smooth white stone, a pair of tin soldiers, the dust of an ancient flower. Then the pearls, an elegant choker of four delicate strands that had slept the decades away in a black velvet pouch.

“My grandparents gave her these as a bridal gift.” Colleen ran a fingertip over the smooth orbs. “She told me it would be mine on my wedding day. He didn't like her to wear it. Too plain, he said. Too ordinary. She kept them in the pouch, in her jewel case. She would often take them out and show them to me. She said that pearls given with love were more precious than diamonds given for show. She told me to treasure them as she did, and to wear them often, because—” Her voice broke, and she reached for her glass, sipped to clear her throat. “Because pearls needed warmth.”

She closed her eyes and sat back. “I thought he'd sold them, disposed of them with the rest.”

“You're tired, Aunt Colleen.” Suzanna went quietly to her side. “Why don't I take you upstairs? I can bring you a dinner tray.”

“I'm not an invalid.” Colleen snapped the words out, but her hand covered Suzanna's and squeezed. “I'm old, but I'm not feeble. I've wit enough to make some bequests. You.” She pressed the brooch into Suzanna's hand. “This is yours. I want to see you wear it.”

“Aunt Colleen-”

“Put it on now. Put it on.” She brushed Suzanna away and picked up the book of poetry. “You spend half your time dreaming,” she said to Lilah. “Dream with this.”

“Thank you.” Lilah bent down, kissed her.

“You'll have the watch,” she said to Amanda. “You're the one who's always worrying about what time it is. And you,” she continued, looking at C.C. and waving Amanda's thanks away, “take the jade. You like to set things around that gather dust.”

Her eyebrow cocked at Jenny. “Waiting for your turn, are you?” Jenny smiled guilelessly. “No, ma'am.”

“You'll have this.” She offered Jenny the stone. “I was younger than you when I gave this to my mother. I thought it was magic. Maybe it is.”

“It's pretty.” Delighted with her new treasure, Jenny rubbed it against her cheek. “I can put it on my windowsill.”

“She'd have been pleased,” Colleen said softly. “She kept it on hers.” With a harsh cough, she cleared her voice to briskness again. “You boys, take these, and don't lose them. They were my brother's.”

“Neat,” Alex whispered, reverently holding a perfectly detailed soldier. “Thanks.”

“Thanks,” Kevin echoed. “It's just like a treasure box,” he said, grinning at her. “Aren't you going to give anything to Aunt Coco?”

“She'll have the photograph.”

“Aunt Colleen.” Overcome, Coco reached for her hankie. “Really, you mustn't.”

“You'll take it as a wedding gift, and be grateful.” “I am grateful. I don't know what to say.”

“See that you clean that tarnish off the frame.” Bracing her weight on the cane, Colleen rose and turned to Megan. “You look pleased with yourself.”

Megan's heart was too full for pretense. “I am.”

For a moment, Colleen's damp eyes twinkled back. “You should be. You're a bright girl, Megan. And a resourceful one. You remind me of myself, a very long time ago.” Gently she picked up the pearls, letting the glowing strands run through her bent fingers.

“Here.” Megan stepped toward her. “Let me help you put them on.” Colleen shook her head. “Pearls need youth. They're for you.”

Stunned, Megan dropped her hands again. “No, you can't give them away like that. Bianca meant them for you.”

“She meant them to be passed on.”

“Within the family. They...they should go to Coco, or-”

“They go where I say they go,” Colleen said imperiously.

“It isn't right.” Megan searched the room for help, but found only satisfied smiles.

“It seems perfectly right to me,” Suzanna murmured. “Amanda?”

Amanda touched a hand to the watch she'd pinned to her lapel. “Completely.”

“Lovely.” Coco wept into her hankie. “Just lovely.” “Fits like a glove,” C.C. agreed, and glanced at Lilah.

“Destined.” She tilted her face up to Max. “Only a fool fights destiny.”

“Then we're agreed?” Suzanna took a quick survey and received nods from the men. “The vote's in.”

“Ha!” Though she was enormously proud, Colleen scowled. “As if I needed approval to dispose of what's mine. Take them.” She thrust them into Megan's hands. “Go upstairs and clean yourself up. You look like a chimney sweep. I want to see you wearing them when you come down.”

“Aunt Colleen...”

“No blubbering. Do as you're told.”

“Come on.” Suzanna took Megan's arm to lead her from the room. “I'll give you a hand.”

Satisfied, Colleen sat again, thumped her cane. “Well, Where's my drink?”

Later, when the waning moon had tipped over the edge of the sea, Megan walked with Nathaniel to the cliffs. The breeze whispered secrets in the grass and teased the wildflowers.

She wore blue, a simple summer dress with a full skirt that swirled in the wind. The pearls, glowing like small, perfect moons, circled her throat.

“You've had quite a day, Megan.”

“My head's still spinning. She gave it all away, Nathaniel. I can't understand how she could give away all the things that mattered so much.”

“She's a hell of a woman. It takes a special one to recognize magic.” “Magic?”

“My practical, down-to-earth Megan.” He tugged on her hand until they sat on a rock together, looking out over the churning water. “Didn't you wonder, even for a moment, why each gift was so perfectly suitable? Why eighty years ago Fergus Calhoun would have been compelled to select just those things to hide away? The flower brooch for Suzanna, the watch for Amanda, Yeats for Lilah and the jade for C.C.? The portrait for Coco?”

“Coincidence,” Megan murmured, but there was doubt in her voice. He only laughed and kissed her. “Fate thrives on coincidence.” “And the pearls?”

“These.” He lifted a finger to trace them. “A symbol of family, endurance, innocence. They suit you very well.”

“They— I know I should have found a way not to accept them, but when Suzanna put them on me upstairs, they felt as though they were mine.”

“They are. Ask yourself why you found them, why, with all the months the Calhouns searched for the emeralds, they never came across a hint of the strongbox. Fergus's book turns up after you move into The Towers. There's a numbered code. Who better to solve it than our logical CPA?”

Megan shook her head and blew out a laughing breath. “I can't explain it.” “Then just accept it.”

“A magic rock for Jenny, soldiers for the boys.” She rested her head against Nathaniel's shoulder. “I suppose I can't argue with that kind of coincidence. Or fate.” Content, she closed her eyes and let the air caress her cheeks. “It's hard to believe that just a few days ago I was frantic with worry. You found him near here, didn't you?”

“Yes.” He thought it best for her peace of mind not to mention the dicey climb down to the ledge. “I followed the bird.”

“The bird?” Puzzled, she drew back. “That's odd. Kevin told me about a bird. A white one with green eyes that stayed with him that night. He's got a good imagination.”

“There was a bird,” Nathaniel told her. “A white gull with emerald eyes. Bianca's eyes.”

“But—”

“Take magic where you find it.” He slipped an arm around her shoulders so that they both could enjoy the sounds of the surf. “I have something for you, Megan.”

“Mmm?” She was comfortable, almost sleepy, and she moaned in protest when he shifted away.

Nathaniel reached inside his jacket and drew out a sheaf of papers. “You might have a hard time reading them in this light.”