A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [15]
“So do I have your vote?”
His question pulled her out of her reverie and she smiled up at him. “This is some shameless campaigning you’re doing at eleven o’clock on the sidewalk, Griffin. But you haven’t said what you plan on doing for the city.”
He lifted a brow. “Do you really care?”
She chuckled. “No, but like you said, I own property here and for some reason my grandmother is determined to die here.”
“And how is Ms. Connie?”
His question made her remember that Nana had been his first nanny and had worked for the Hayeses until Griffin had started school. When Nana spoke of him it was with fondness. “She’s fine. She mentioned you’ve dropped by a few times.”
In fact, according to Melba, Griffin was the only one who’d bothered to drop by to welcome her grandmother to the neighborhood when she’d moved in, and he still dropped by to see if they needed anything.
He shrugged. “Not as much as I’d like. The last time I saw her she and her companion were in the park and I happened to be jogging by. She mentioned your divorce.”
April glanced up at him and grinned. “Which one?” When a woman had married three times for all the wrong reasons, she found it easy to make light of them.
“Your most recent…from that rocker guy in England.”
“Oh, that one,” she said, smiling.
He smiled back. “I take it you weren’t left with a broken heart?”
“Good grief, no. I gave him an ultimatum. It was either me or the drugs. He chose the drugs so I walked.”
“Good for you.”
They’d stopped walking and she noticed they’d come to the end of the lane. As if they’d known what to do, Fluffy and Pebbles turned around and were trotting back in the direction they’d come. So she and Griffin did likewise. It was a beautiful night in March. Stars dotted the sky and a full moon was overhead. A chill was in the air and she pulled her jacket tighter around her.
As they strolled back toward their destinations, for the moment the chat between her and Griffin had come to a standstill. In a way she appreciated the absence of conversation. It gave her time to wonder if her breakup with Green was really good for her, as Griffin had said.
Here she was twenty-seven, a three-time divorcée, and the one man she’d ever loved was walking beside her and didn’t have a clue.
Chapter Four
“I can’t believe the outfit Brian’s mother is wearing.”
Wilson followed his wife’s gaze and glanced across the room to look at Rita Lawson. He would be the first to admit that he’d been surprised when their maid had escorted Brian, and his mother and grandparents to the area of the house where the engagement party was being held. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected but it wasn’t the very attractive woman on her son’s arm.
He glanced back to his wife, grateful they were alone, and hoped no one had overheard her thoughtless remark. “I see nothing wrong with what she’s wearing.” In fact, he thought the long flowing skirt and lace peasant blouse, belted to highlight the woman’s small waistline looked pretty damn good on her. He would even go so far as to say that she exuded more grace, femininity and elegance in her outfit than his wife and her friends who were dressed to the nines in their designer attire.
Karen rolled her eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t see anything wrong with it. You’re a man.”
He could only smile at that. Yes, he was a man. A man who could still admire a beautiful woman when he saw one.
“I can only imagine what she plans to wear to the wedding. It would be most embarrassing if she didn’t show up dressed her age.”
When Karen didn’t get a response from him, she went on to