Free Black Rose by Nora Roberts

will. But now I’ve got to get the kids out of the tub and into bed. Then I have to get dressed, and strap on my sexy shoes with the single goal of driving Logan crazy.”
    “Want a hand? With the kids, not with driving Logan crazy. Lily’s already sleeping.”
    “No, you’ll get wet or wrinkled, and you look fantastic. I wish I could wear that shade of red. Talk about sexy.”
    Hayley looked down at the short siren-red slip dress. “You don’t think it’s too . . .”
    “No, I think it’s exactly.”
    “Well, I’ll go down, see if I can give David a hand with the caterer and all. Then I can get his take on the outfit. He rules in fashion.”
    Roz was already downstairs, checking details and second-guessing herself. Maybe she should have openedthe third-floor ballroom and held the party there. It was a gorgeous space, so elegant and graceful. But the main level, with its hive of smaller rooms, the fires burning, was warmer and more friendly somehow.
    Space wasn’t a problem, she assured herself as she checked the positioning of tables, chairs, lamps, candles. And she liked throwing open the rooms this way, knowing people would wander from here to there, admiring the home she loved.
    It was a clear night, so they could spill onto the terraces, too. There were heaters if it got too chilly, and more tables, more seating, more candles and all those festive lights in the trees, the luminaries along the garden paths.
    And you’d think, for heaven’s sake, that it was the first party she’d given in her life.
    Been awhile, though, since she’d held anything this expansive. Because of that, the attrition rate on her guest list had been very low. She was going to be packed.
    Avoiding the caterers and extra staff bustling around, she slipped outside. Yes, the lights were lovely, and fun, she decided. And she liked the poinsettia tree she’d created out of dozens of white plants.
    Harper House was designed for entertaining, she reminded herself. She’d been shirking her duty there, and denying herself, she supposed, the pleasure of socializing with people she enjoyed.
    She turned when she heard the door open. David stepped out, holding two flutes of champagne.
    “Hello, beautiful. Can I interest you in a glass of champagne?”
    “You can. Though I should be inside, helping with the madhouse.”
    “Under control.” He tapped his glass to hers. “Another twenty minutes, and it’ll be perfect. And look at us! Aren’t we gorgeous?”
    She laughed, slipped her hand into his. “You always are.”
    “And you, my treasure.” Still holding her hand, he stepped back. “You just shimmer.”
    She’d chosen a gown of dull silver in a long, narrow column with an off-the-shoulder neckline that would showcase her great-grandmother’s rubies.
    She brushed her fingertips over the platinum necklace with its spectacular ruby drops. “I don’t have many opportunities to wear the Harper rubies. This seemed the night for them.”
    “And a treat they are for the eyes plus they do amazing things for your collarbone. But I was talking about you, my incandescent beauty. Why don’t we run away to Belize?”
    Champagne and David, the perfect combination to make her feel bubbly and relaxed. “I thought it was going to be Rio.”
    “Not until Carnival. It’s going to be a wonderful party, Roz. You just put all the other crap out of your mind.”
    “You read me, don’t you?” She shook her head, staring into the gardens as she sipped champagne. “Last time I threw one of these holiday bashes, I walked upstairs into the bedroom to change my bracelet because the clasp was loose, and what do I find but my husband nibbling on one of our guests instead of the canapés.”
    She took a longer, deeper sip. “A singularly mortifying moment in my life.”
    “Hell with that. You handled it, didn’t you? I still don’t know how you managed to step back out, leave them there, to get through the rest of the party and wait until