witty and protective of me and so sexy I couldnât see straight sometimes. And he was home.
I whispered his name and released the breath of tensionâÂone I realized Iâd been holding for months. I probably wept, too, but soon we were laughing as he spun me aroundâÂas giddy as teenagers cutting school together. Looking up into his vivid blue eyes, holding him close, I felt as if my heart might burst out of me.
Spin over, he backed me gently against the refrigerator and kissed me until my knees went weak.
As kisses went, it was pretty great. Then we smiled at each other and said a few things that hadnât been said in a while.
Later, we sat side by side on the back porch steps, breathing fresh air and sharing a peanut butter sandwich. Michael stretched his long legs into the sunshine and tipped his face up to the sun. Overhead, the oak trees whispered with drying leaves. It was a lush November dayâÂno nip of frost in the air yet, just warm sunlight and crisp wind. Emmaâs speckled spaniel, Toby, rolled contentedly in the grass in front of us. Out in the pasture, Emmaâs latest herd of ponies bit and kicked at one another.
I hugged my knees, and couldnât keep my eyes off Michael. He looked pale and a little thin through his face, but his shoulders were laced with new muscle, as if heâd spent his time in jail burning off his frustrations with exercise.
He said, âSorry about the broken glass.â
âWhat happened?â
He shrugged, playing casual. âI lost my temper. I came down from the shower and one of Kuzikâs guys was acting like he owned the place. Using your telephone, hanging around, filling a drink from your faucet.â
âYou hit him.â
âNo big deal.â
âThey could have carted you back to prison for that.â
âKuzik saw it my way. Heâs not a bad guy. So tell me what happened this morning. You came in the house white as a ghost.â
I licked peanut butter from my fingers. âI was happy to see you.â
He smiled. âIâm glad. But that wasnât all of it. Somethingâs up.â
âAll right,â I agreed. âMy aunt Madeleine died last week.â
âRawlins told me that much. Iâm sorry.â His brow twitched into a frown. âWere you close to her? I donât remember you saying much about a Madeleine.â
âI wasnât close, no. In fact, I hadnât seen her since I was a child. But a funny thing has happened. She left her estate to me and my sisters.â
Michael looked surprised. âThatâs good news, right?â
âIt would be good news indeed,â I agreed, âexcept other family members object.â
âShe had kids of her own?â
âA stepson,â I said. âHer husbandâs child. Her husband was a distant cousin of mine, also a Blackbird.â I saw Michaelâs expression and laughed. âYes, itâs very complicated. They were not exactly related to each other, but kind of.â
âIâve got a few cousins like that myself.â
âThen you know what I mean. Anyway, the stepsonâÂmy cousinâÂhas already fired a warning shot. And there are other cousins who may come out of the woodwork, too.â
âSo maybe you wonât inherit after all?â
âMy guess is the pie will be cut into very small pieces.â
âDamn. The money would have solved a lot of problems around here,â he said. âListen, I didnât want to come through your door with this news, but as long as weâre talking finances, this seems like the right moment to tell you. Iâm broke again.â
When I first met Michael, he was building a scattershot business empire that included a limousine service, a fly-Âfishing outfitting store, a garage that supposedly fixed cars but seemed to be more a source of hard-Âto-Âfind secondhand parts, and a used-Âcar