The Best Man (Blue Heron #1)(72)

“Are you serious?”

“No, it’s just a line from a movie. But you don’t want him mad at you, do you?”

“Levi’s skill with a gun was definitely a consideration at first,” Ned said sagely, stroking his chin. “But Sarah’s cute little ass soon rendered me incapable of rational thought—”

“You did not just say that. I’ll have to kill you now. It pains me.”

“—and she’s pregnant with triplets. Congratulate me.”

Faith stared at him.

“Okay, fine,” Ned said. “The truth is, we text a little sometimes and play Words with Friends.”

“That does sound more like you,” Faith admitted. “Are you part of the reason she wants to come home so much?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. She crushing on me, and who can blame her?” He ducked as Faith swatted him. “I do like her, don’t get me wrong, but she’s a little young yet.”

“See? Just when I think I should drown you in a bucket, you come up with something really sensible.” Faith paused. “Just don’t let the crush get too out of hand, okay? They can really hurt.”

“Does this great wisdom come from the shards of your own broken heart, Auntie, or—”

“You know what? Get the bucket.” She turned as a couple came into the tasting room. “Hi, there! Welcome to Blue Heron.”

“Faith? Can I see you a minute?” Honor stood in the hall that led to the offices.

“I got this,” Ned said. “What can I pour for you guys this afternoon?”

Faith followed her sister past the conference room and offices that were kept (and seldom used) by Dad, Jack and Pru.

Honor sat behind her beautiful, frighteningly organized desk, a gorgeous piece of walnut and oak made by the same carpenters Faith had hired to do the deck for the barn.

“How are things?” her sister asked briskly.

“Great. Uh, how are things with you?”

“Just fine. Have you found Dad a suitable woman yet?”

Faith snorted. “That sounds...well, never mind. Um, not quite. I’m working on it. I’m casually introducing him to a gardener today, and I have a date set up with someone from eCommitment next week.”

“Good. We don’t want someone like Lorena taking Dad for everything he has.”

Faith felt the odd impulse to stand up for the woman. “You know, Honor, maybe it’s one of those opposites-attract situations. He seems to really like her.”

“She just asked him for a loan of ten grand, Faith. For a boob job in Mexico.”

“Mexico?”

“She knows a guy.” Honor raised her eyebrows.

“Well, maybe Dad can decide for himself. It’s his money.”

Honor sighed. “Do you know how much it takes to run this place, Faith? Let me put it this way. Two bad weather years in a row, and we’d be in the red.”

Faith chewed on her lip. “Right.”

“So you’ll try a little harder?” Honor suggested, tapping a key on her sleek Mac.

Faith wasn’t sure what else she could try, short of eBay. “I— Yeah. I’ll try harder.”

“I won’t see you till the party,” Honor said, typing in a staccato burst. “I have to be in the city for a couple days.” There was but one city if a person was from the Empire State. Or Jersey, for that matter. Or Connecticut.

“That’s nice,” Faith said. “I mean, nice that you’re getting away for a couple days.”

Honor made a noncommittal noise.

“Do you like it? Those business trips?” Faith asked.

Her sister stopped typing and looked up. “Yeah. I do,” she said. “It’s nice to...well.” She shook her head, and Faith felt the sharp knife of regret she so often felt around her sister.

“Nice to what?” she asked.

Her sister shrugged.

“Be your own person?”

Honor looked up, surprised. “Exactly.”

Faith smiled. “Not just a Holland of the Holland family, where everyone already knows everything about you.”

“Yes.” Honor stared at her for a second, then smiled, and Faith felt such a rush of love, she almost hugged her sister. Instead, she just smiled back, feeling her throat tighten a little.

“Can you keep a secret?” Honor asked.

Wow. “Sure.”

Honor hesitated. “I’ve... Well, I’ve been seeing someone. It’s getting serious.”

“What?” Faith barked, then covered her mouth with both hands at her sister’s grimace. “Honor!” she whispered. “Wow! I didn’t know that! Who is he? What’s he like?”

“He’s...he’s that guy. The one we mere mortals only get to admire from afar.”

Good heavens. Honor was actually blushing. “Except you got close up?” Faith suggested.

Her sister bit her lip and smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

“So he’s...the one?”

Another dreamy smile was her answer.

“Are you planning to introduce him to the family?”

Honor nodded. She looked so pretty, dumbstruck with love. “He’s coming to the anniversary party.”