summer since Ashlee was six years old, but now itâs time for my mother and father to have their grandchildren. They will be coming down next week to stay here . I will draw up the necessary documents giving them joint guardianship with Lee in my absence. Whatever you and Mitchell have planned for my children will have to be approved by my parents.â
âWhat about Lee? He is their father.â
âLee will go along with whatever I say.â There was a threatening edge to the softly spoken statement.
âI thought you had worked through your propensity for revenge during your marriage counseling sessions. Lee still harbors enough guilt about his indiscretion without you bringing up the past.â
Rebecca shook her head slowly. âIâve forgiven Lee. Heâs the one who hasnât forgiven himself.â
âThatâs because he knows youâll use his mistake to get your way.â
âGood afternoon, Georgina.â It was the first time sheâd called her mother-in-law by her given name. âI hope youâll forgive me if I donât see you to the door.â
Rebecca walked out of the parlor, leaving Georgina staring at her back. She still had to determine where she planned to summer. She had narrowed her search to three Lowcountry Sea Islands: Edisto, Hilton Head, and McKinnon. The latter was the more remote and lesser known, which meant it would be less populated.
McKinnon Island. She hoped it would be as mysterious and laid-back as the printed material in the brochure depicted it to be. Located south of Hilton Head Island, and southeast of Daufuskie Island, McKinnon Island had yet to garner the attention of developers who had forced out many of the longtime descendants of African slaves and ex-slaves to put up hotels, golf courses, and private residential communities.
She walked down a wide hallway to the rear of the house and into the climate-controlled patio, where she sank down to a chintz-covered chaise. Kicking off her sandals, she closed her eyes and rehearsed what she wanted to tell her children about the plans she had made for their summer.
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Lee returned within minutes of his motherâs departure. Rebecca stared at him as he stood at the entrance to the patio. He had come back earlier than she had anticipated.
He walked in and sat down on the side of the chaise. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. âGood afternoon.â
Rebecca gave him a narrowed look. âYour mother came to see meâunannounced.â She related her conversation with Georgina without dropping her gaze. It was apparent that Lee was as shocked as she had been at Georginaâs reference to her acting like a drug-addicted welfare tramp.
A muscle in his lean jaw twitched. âIâll talk to her. Iâd called her to let her know that you were going away for the summer. I never imagined she would come here and say those hateful things to you.â
âThereâs no need to say anything to her, because itâs not going to change her opinion of me.â
Cradling her face between his hands, Lee stared deeply into Rebeccaâs eyes. âWrong, darling. My mother is still angry because I did not marry the girl she wanted me to, but you are the woman I fell in love with and married. I will not put up with her insulting you.â
âLet it go, Lee.â
He shook his head. âNo, Rebecca, I wonât.â
She placed her fingertips over his mouth. âIâm begging you to let it go.â
Closing his eyes, Lee nodded. âOkay, baby.â
Rebecca traced the outline of his sensual mouth with her fingertips, then kissed him. It wasnât the burning, passionate kisses theyâd exchanged in the past, but one that was soft and healing.
Gathering her into his arms, Lee shifted and positioned her to sit between his outstretched legs. He rested his hands over her flat middle. âWhen are you going to tell the
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