swimming pool?” The older woman’s eyes wrinkled at the corners.
“Now, Abigail, you know I spent half my summer at your house making up for that.” Remy leaned over and gave Abigail an over-exaggerated, loud kiss on her cheek.
Margie laughed, and Abigail smacked Remy on the arm. The familiarity between the Turners and Remy was apparent and more real to Margie than his relationships with his business partners.
“One of the best summers Abigail and I had. You entertained us so much with your pranks and shenanigans.” Mr. Turner elbowed Remy’s ribs.
“Margarine, why don’t you and I mosey on over to the bar, grab us a girl’s drink, and let these two men have a few minutes alone to talk man stuff.” Abigail linked her arm with Margie.
At that moment, Margie knew Abigail Turner was someone she liked and trusted.
“How long have you known Remy, Margarine?” Abigail asked.
“Please, call me Margie. Just a few weeks.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes to know a person. Mr. Turner and I eloped out of college after knowing each other one month. That was…” Abigail tapped her chin, “thirty-one years ago.”
“Really? That’s amazing. You seem like a wonderful couple.” Margie meant it from the bottom of her heart.
“I think we are. Of course, at the time we scandalized everyone. Especially our parents.” Abigail laughed, and Margie witnessed a little mischief in her eyes.
Margie sipped the cosmopolitan Abigail handed her, scanned across the room, and ended up on Remy. He seemed relaxed with Mr. Turner, unlike the more standoffish attitude he displayed with the others at the party. A little cough or hiccough came from Abigail Turner and drew Margie’s attention. Abigail’s mouth pinched together, and her hand tightened around the drink in her hand.
“Is everything okay?”
“I can’t believe that barracuda is back already.” Abigail stared arrows across the room.
Margarine followed the direction of Abigail’s gaze and narrowed her eyes. The woman who showed herself at dinner came into the room. What is her name…? Glory? No. Gloria. A normal name.
Margie snorted. Abigail lost interest in Gloria and turned her attention to her. “I take it you’ve met Gloria?”
Margie nodded. She knew enough to know Gloria wasn’t someone she would ever want for a friend.
“I was introduced earlier to her.” Margie tightened her lips.
“Pity that. I wish she would find someone else instead of setting her sights on Remy. Of course, it doesn’t help that they were engaged.” Abigail shook her head.
Engaged? Margie’s stomach reeled. She wanted to ask Abigail what happened, but it wasn’t her place to interrogate. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t know what her position was, exactly. Housekeeper or love interest?
“I think it’s time to return to our men. Maybe with both of us there, Gloria will retract the claws she set into Remy and tuck her tail between her legs.” Abigail took a couple of steps and stopped. “Be strong, and don’t let that woman push you around. She can be vicious.”
Margie appreciated the advice and Abigail’s hand of comfort on her arm. Yes, Abigail is a good person to have in my corner .
Instead of standing on the other side of Remy, Margie stood next to Abigail. The room seemed extra warm, and she drew strength from having Abigail beside her.
“There you are, Abigail. I just asked Mr. Turner where his lovely wife was tonight.” Gloria directed her venom on Abigail.
“Yes, here I am. I’m sure you have other people you need to speak with, so we won’t keep you.” Abigail spoke loud enough for others to hear.
Margie bit her tongue to keep from grinning. The older lady has cojones and she knows how to use them.
“You have always been such a delight, Abigail.” Gloria narrowed her eyes but kept the smile on her face. “In fact, I thought about you while I was touring Europe. The whole rage this season is hormone injections to reduce the
“Now, Abigail, you know I spent half my summer at your house making up for that.” Remy leaned over and gave Abigail an over-exaggerated, loud kiss on her cheek.
Margie laughed, and Abigail smacked Remy on the arm. The familiarity between the Turners and Remy was apparent and more real to Margie than his relationships with his business partners.
“One of the best summers Abigail and I had. You entertained us so much with your pranks and shenanigans.” Mr. Turner elbowed Remy’s ribs.
“Margarine, why don’t you and I mosey on over to the bar, grab us a girl’s drink, and let these two men have a few minutes alone to talk man stuff.” Abigail linked her arm with Margie.
At that moment, Margie knew Abigail Turner was someone she liked and trusted.
“How long have you known Remy, Margarine?” Abigail asked.
“Please, call me Margie. Just a few weeks.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes to know a person. Mr. Turner and I eloped out of college after knowing each other one month. That was…” Abigail tapped her chin, “thirty-one years ago.”
“Really? That’s amazing. You seem like a wonderful couple.” Margie meant it from the bottom of her heart.
“I think we are. Of course, at the time we scandalized everyone. Especially our parents.” Abigail laughed, and Margie witnessed a little mischief in her eyes.
Margie sipped the cosmopolitan Abigail handed her, scanned across the room, and ended up on Remy. He seemed relaxed with Mr. Turner, unlike the more standoffish attitude he displayed with the others at the party. A little cough or hiccough came from Abigail Turner and drew Margie’s attention. Abigail’s mouth pinched together, and her hand tightened around the drink in her hand.
“Is everything okay?”
“I can’t believe that barracuda is back already.” Abigail stared arrows across the room.
Margarine followed the direction of Abigail’s gaze and narrowed her eyes. The woman who showed herself at dinner came into the room. What is her name…? Glory? No. Gloria. A normal name.
Margie snorted. Abigail lost interest in Gloria and turned her attention to her. “I take it you’ve met Gloria?”
Margie nodded. She knew enough to know Gloria wasn’t someone she would ever want for a friend.
“I was introduced earlier to her.” Margie tightened her lips.
“Pity that. I wish she would find someone else instead of setting her sights on Remy. Of course, it doesn’t help that they were engaged.” Abigail shook her head.
Engaged? Margie’s stomach reeled. She wanted to ask Abigail what happened, but it wasn’t her place to interrogate. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t know what her position was, exactly. Housekeeper or love interest?
“I think it’s time to return to our men. Maybe with both of us there, Gloria will retract the claws she set into Remy and tuck her tail between her legs.” Abigail took a couple of steps and stopped. “Be strong, and don’t let that woman push you around. She can be vicious.”
Margie appreciated the advice and Abigail’s hand of comfort on her arm. Yes, Abigail is a good person to have in my corner .
Instead of standing on the other side of Remy, Margie stood next to Abigail. The room seemed extra warm, and she drew strength from having Abigail beside her.
“There you are, Abigail. I just asked Mr. Turner where his lovely wife was tonight.” Gloria directed her venom on Abigail.
“Yes, here I am. I’m sure you have other people you need to speak with, so we won’t keep you.” Abigail spoke loud enough for others to hear.
Margie bit her tongue to keep from grinning. The older lady has cojones and she knows how to use them.
“You have always been such a delight, Abigail.” Gloria narrowed her eyes but kept the smile on her face. “In fact, I thought about you while I was touring Europe. The whole rage this season is hormone injections to reduce the