Bayou Born(39)

“Mmm, this is good. I was born with a yoke of responsibility. I’m the oldest female in my generation of the family. Do you know how many generations are living right now on my mother’s side?”

“No.”

“Four. We’re a huge group. I have a sister and brother. Then, there are five cousins. There’s my parents’ generation, a total of eight adults. My grandparents’ generation. There are three of them. And finally, there are the Old Aunts. My great grandmother and her twin sister are the matriarchs of our family.” Branna pointed at the family photo on the table next to him. “And I’m expected to run Fleur de Lis and pass it on to future generations. Until me, every previous Keeper had the benefit of the Old Aunt’s wisdom. In my lifetime, at some point, the Old Aunts will pass away. They are, after all, in their nineties.”

“Well, there’s not enough pie for all of them, so we won’t share. And what exactly is Fleur de Lis?”

“Home. It’s an antebellum estate built by the Old Aunts’ grandfather before the War Between the States. Don’t think there’s money just because it’s a grand old house. It’s our family legacy. My family works hard, and everyone contributes to upkeep, but each family also has a home of their own—some in Mississippi and others in Louisiana. My parents live at the beach in Biloxi. Fleur de Lis barely pays for itself. For example, we remodeled a couple of years ago with the help of an architect. We added an elevator when it became clear the Old Aunts found navigating stairs a problem. That construction project was a huge ordeal because the house is on the historic register. We put the elevator in the old cistern and built a connector to each floor between it and the house. The architect designed the connectors and made them look as though they’d always been there. That wisdom about remodeling—expect to pay twenty percent over the quote and double the time to finish the project—we had overruns and missed deadlines.”

“Estate equals land. Does your family farm or something?” He took another bite of pie and said a silent prayer of thanks for Sadie’s baking skills.

“Over the years, most of the land was sold off to provide funds for upkeep of the house. Any day now, I expect to get a call about the heating and A/C problems. That’ll be twenty thousand dollars or more. Just keeping the house clean is a full time job. We have Greta, she’s part of the family after all these years, and she takes care of the Old Aunts who are, right now, the only permanent residents in the house, since I’m gone. The house is too large for one woman to clean, so Greta hires help now and then, more frequently when the entire family is in residence.”

“The entire family? That must be some house.”

“Not everyone makes it all the time, but mostly for the big days. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and Mardi Gras. Oh, and everyone is always there for the Valentine’s ball.”

Her family had sounded very Normal Rockwell. “So, I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. The downside of this life is?”

“Can you imagine how much laundry there is after the family vacates? Do you know, we put in a second dishwasher to handle dishwashing for family weekends? Even that’s not enough. Without multiples, someone would slave in the kitchen washing dishes and glasses. Missing out on fun.”

“Your problem is laundry and dirty dishes?”

“The responsibility for the house belongs to my mother right now. She had passed the baton to me. I’ve been groomed for the job since I was knee-high to a grasshopper.”

He chuckled. He hadn’t heard anyone use that expression in a very long time.

“It’s not funny. How would you like to be saddled with a property that you had to care for and preserve, not just for your immediate family, but for generations to come? How about holding a position that requires committee approval to do anything. You’re just the minion with the elbow-grease to carry out the committee’s commands.” She yawned.

He knew all too well. He’d grown up on a farm. One that his much-older brother stood to inherit. “What I don’t understand is why you’re here, if your life is already planned.”

“My mother, my beautiful mother whose shoes I’m supposed to fill, drives me crazy. She expects me to take over, but refuses to face the fact that she really still wants to run the place. She orders me around as though I’m a junior-lady-in-waiting. She called me from her nursery, the plant kind, at least twice a day when I lived at Fleur de Lis to check up on things.

“Sorry, but that doesn’t seem so bad.”

“I had to get away...to know that I’m capable of making good decisions. After all, my choice of potential groom flopped dismally.” She fidgeted with the edge of the quilt covering her lap. “There’s more.”

“I’ve got all night.”

“My breakup was acrimonious. I have called that man names in my head that I didn’t even know I knew. He made me doubt myself. Made me question things I’ve never questioned before. I’ve always done the expected thing. If I’m going to run Fleur de Lis, I have to know I can handle my own life, one that’s never truly been my own. Until now, every decision I’ve ever made put family first. It got to the point that I wondered if I existed other than to serve my home. And, there’s so much I’ve never done because it was done for me. Like bake a cake. Mow a lawn.”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s all you can say? Hmmm?” She yawned again.

“Hmmm, for you and the pie. Take another bite. Breathe. I see your point. But that still doesn’t explain about the guy and the car.”

“The guy is the ex-fiancé. Our parents pushed us together for years. I haven’t told anyone what happened. Let’s just say I discovered that his desires were varied. He’s not who everyone thinks he is. And, I’m not keeping the car. If you don’t believe me. Just wait and see.” Branna’s body sagged. She lowered her gaze. Her eyelids closed as though she’d lost the last reserves of her energy.

“I believe you.”

When she didn’t answer, he had touched her arm. She had fallen.

Last night gave him a lot to think about. More than how much he wanted to kiss her silly, or when he could tangle in sheets with her next, which he intended to, just as soon as she was well. In the meantime, he would ensure she healed and would protect her at all cost.

But how would he ever compete with the magnetic pull of Fleur de Lis? Was there anything he could do to make her stay with him? He’d willing follow her back to Mississippi, if she wanted. If not, what the hell would he do?





Chapter 28

“Clack. Clack. Clack.”

Branna woke. Confused, she sat up and shook her head to clear the fuzziness away. How did she get in her bed? Her last memory was drifting off to sleep on the couch cuddled next to James. The pounding in her head made her lie back again and close her eyes.

Surprised to hear a soft snore, she peered through the dimness in her room. James sat in a chair pulled close to her bed. His feet rested on top of the covers near hers.

“Clack. Clack. Clack.”

“Huh? What?” James muttered.

“What is that noise?” she asked.

It sounded again.

“The painter. I think he’s playing with his ladder. Raising and lowering it to get it to the right height.” James stretched his arms and yawned.

“How did I get in bed?”

“The painter woke me up at six thirty this morning. I brought you in here so you could sleep undisturbed.”

“I must have been really out of it.”

“Lots happened since six thirty. The plumber came and left. He brought a faucet and installed it. Said it went with the house. He also said he saw you on TV last night, which made him think that you wouldn’t be running out to get a new faucet at the store.”

“Thoughtful man,” she yawned. “What time is it now?”

“About time for me to go. Near 10 a.m. Do you need food before I go? I can scramble an egg. Do you want me to have Sadie come sit with you for the afternoon?”

Her stomach rumbled. “I’m feeling well enough to get up. I can manage. I don’t want to impose on you more.”

“Dr. Brown called. He’s covered your classes for the rest of the week. Wishes you a speedy recovery.”

“I hate missing work. I’ll manage fine this afternoon. Maybe I’ll feel well enough to return to classes tomorrow. Maybe—”

The doorbell interrupted her.

“I’ll get that.” James rose and left the room.

As she pulled her robe tighter around her, she heard the front door open, then James said, “Come on in.”

Moving slowly, she shuffled down the hall. When she made it to the living room, a jean-clad guy with a t-shirt showing off the college’s logo set two plotted plants decorated with big yellow bows on the floor by the door. On the coffee table, four large flower arrangements hid the entire tabletop. The fragrance of roses wafted to her nose. Then, as if on cue, the sound of Fur Elise floated around the flowers. Somewhere hidden beneath the arrangements, her cell phone rang.