When she could breathe again, Annabelle asked, “How long have you known?”
“Oh.” Dolores waved a hand in front of her like the question was inconsequential. “Since shortly after your grandfather and you moved here. It was a painful time still for both of you and people in this town know everyone deserves their privacy to mourn.”
“But…who else knows?”
“A few have put it together over the years. Most still don’t. And it won’t matter to them. At least, it shouldn’t. You know there’re going to be some idiots who’ll try to use it against you but you’re stronger than that. Now, I’m going to make sure Teddy knows what he’s supposed to do.”
Before she left, Dolores raised one soft hand to her cheek and patted her gently. “Everything will be fine. And if anyone tries to start something, we’ll sic Teddy on them. That boy could talk a politician to death.”
Dolores turned and walked away, a two-hundred pound, bleached-blonde mother tiger in a bright blue pantsuit.
Annabelle had no doubt Dolores would tackle anyone who tried to embarrass or humiliate her tonight.
Her eyes dampened and she blinked fast, biting her tongue so she didn’t ruin her makeup. They’d kept her secret. All this time and no one had said a word.
Okay. No tears. This was no time for them. And no need for them.
Unless Jared never showed up.
Then she’d shed those tears in private.
Nearly two hundred people mingled in the shop.
The turnout surprised Annabelle. Nearly all of the art crowd she’d invited had shown up. Dealers, gallery owners, agents, and artists mingled with her friends and neighbors.
Turns out she’d chosen a slow night in the art world for her grand reopening. It was a little…overwhelming.
Many of the guests had known her parents. And several recognized Annabelle immediately. Their amazement had turned to remembrance, and Annabelle had listened to wonderful stories about her parents.
Enough to keep her mind off the fact that Jared hadn’t shown wup.
Maybe he hadn’t received the invitation. Maybe he just hadn’t cared.
If that was the case…Well, she’d live through that too.
An hour into the night, she walked into the gallery and, with a deep breath and a smile, she prepared to tear away any remaining bandages.
“I’d like to thank you all for coming, especially on such short notice. My name is Annabelle and my parents were Peter and Catrina O’Malley and Danton Romero. Peter O’Malley was an incredible talent and for many years, I’ve let fear dictate how I deal with my father’s legacy. That stops here.”
“Jared, chill, dear. We’re only an hour late. The flat tire didn’t set us back that much.”
Jared stifled a restless sigh as he reached into the backseat of Tyler’s Mercedes to help Beatrice from the car.
“I know, Nana. I just don’t want her to think we’re not coming.”
Beatrice patted his arm as Jared shortened the length of his stride to accommodate his grandmother’s shorter legs. “I think she’ll be more than pleased to see you.”
Jared wasn’t so sure. Yes, she’d sent the invitation, but it could have been more out of gratitude than a desire to see him again.
Judging by the amount of cars parked along the street and in the store’s lot, she had a full house tonight, which was great.
He’d just wanted to be there from the beginning to make sure no one hassled her.
Which probably would’ve earned him a glare from those gorgeous green eyes.
He had no doubt she could handle herself and anything else thrown her way. The woman had a backbone of steel.
And he wanted her. All of her.
Christ, he’d been an idiot.
Opening the door to usher his grandmother into the shop, he checked out the remodel. She’d taken much of his advice but added her own stamp to everything. It certainly set the shop apart from anything else on the strip.
He didn’t have time to take a close look though because he heard Belle’s voice coming from the new gallery space.
Leaving Beatrice to his brother, he headed toward her.
“No, I won’t be selling any of my father’s work but I do plan to promote and sell the work of other artists, particularly new artists.”
Stopping in the entryway into the gallery, he immediately saw Belle addressing the crowd, extending thanks to her friends and neighbors who’d helped her get ready for the night.
The sight of her hit him like a punch to the gut. A stunning vision in green satin, her gorgeous hair loose and curling on her shoulders.
When she flashed a smile at the audience, his cock responded by hardening almost painfully fast.
She looked confident, poised, and he wanted to throw her on her bed and ruffle all that calm.
He forced back the lust. He refused to embarrass her or make her uncomfortable.
When she locked her gaze with his, her smile remained, though he thought he saw some darker emotion cross her expression. Would she forgive him? Maybe he’d be learning how to grovel after all. Should’ve asked his dad for a few lessons.
“I have one more person I’d like to thank. Without him, I don’t think I’d be in this position. Ladies and gentlemen, Jared Golden was the catalyst for tonight’s event. He provided me with the final piece to my father’s Passion series. Thank you, Jared, and thank you all for coming tonight.”
Annabelle turned and Jared realized Kate had been standing behind her the whole time. The women exchanged a few words, both of their gazes darting toward Jared before Kate’s veered off to Tyler, standing behind him.
He swore he felt his brother tense.
“See, we’re not that late at all.” Beatrice slipped her hand through Jared’s arm. “Why don’t we go over and say hello, boys?”
Jared couldn’t agree more.
Belle was speaking to another woman when they reached her but as soon as she ended the conversation, she turned to greet them with a warm smile.
“Mrs. Golden, I’m so glad you could come.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Annabelle. Your shop is beautiful and the gallery is amazing.”
“I have your grandson to thank for some of that. The design was mostly his.” When she turned to him, her smile was a little warmer, though he still couldn’t read her expression. “Jared, I don’t honestly know how to thank you for the painting. I’d like to keep it for few months for display but I have to insist on returning it.”
She didn’t give him time to answer as she turned back to his grandmother and slipped something from the pocket of her dress. “And I must insist you accept this.”
“I already told you, dear. The pin is yours.”
Kate stepped up beside Belle and held out her hand, palm up. “But the set shouldn’t be parted.”
Beatrice gasped and her expression broke into a wreath of smile. “Oh, Annabelle, you found the ring!”
“Actually, Kate did. Amazingly, she picked it up at one of the stands at Renninger’s Market. If you hadn’t shown up tonight, I would have contacted you tomorrow.”
Beatrice’s smile couldn’t be contained. “Well, now, I’m absolutely stunned.” She turned to Kate with a smile Jared had learned to be wary of. “Kate, dear, why don’t you give that to Tyler? He’ll hold on to it for me, won’t you?”
“Of course, Nana.”
The hot look that flashed between Kate and Tyler as he reached for the ring didn’t escape Jared’s notice. But then Belle held out the pin to him.
He covered her hand with his, the pin trapped between them. “I want more than just the pin, Belle. You know that, don’t you?”
She didn’t say anything right away but she didn’t pull her hand from his either. “I’m not really sure what to think, Jared.”