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Tears sprang to her eyes. He reached out to her, but she backed away.
“You never let me have a cat. I begged you over and over again, but you wouldn’t let me.”
“I’m allergic to cats. You know that.”
She started toward the door. “I would have kept it in my room. You never go there. I would have taken care of it myself.”
She ran out leaving Ron wondering what had just happened. He turned to Kathryn who’d remained silent during the whole conversation, quietly turning pages in her magazine. Now she was looking at him with an expression of pity mingled with something that seemed to say You poor, dumb clod. You don’t have a clue, do you?
“What? You’re looking at me like I’ve dribbled ketchup down my shirt.”
“You don’t understand her, do you?”
“Are you saying you do?”
“Of course.”
That irritated him. “There’s no of course about it. Has she told you something I don’t know?”
“Not in so many words.”
Erin used to say that. She said men weren’t supposed to understand women. “How about putting it into words a poor, dumb male can understand.”
She stood and came toward him. She really was a lovely woman with a beautiful body. It was hard to concentrate on his daughter when he was having such a visceral reaction to this woman. Why wasn’t she married? What was wrong with the single men in Charlotte that she was left alone to oversee other men’s daughters?
“Cynthia wanted something to love,” Kathryn said, “something of her own that would love her back.”
“I offered to buy her a puppy, but she said she didn’t want a dog.”
“Did you get her one anyway?”
“No.”
Kathryn sighed, and he felt even more out of it. “Now what?” he asked, becoming extremely frustrated.
“She would have taken the puppy.”
“She said she didn’t want it. She said she wouldn’t even give it a name.”
“She would have taken it and been happy. Didn’t any one of those women you employ tell you that?”
“I was in Chicago. My secretary talked to Margaret.”
“Did it ever occur to you that since you’ve hired a staff to take care of your daughter, it might be a good idea to ask their opinion, maybe even let them handle the situation?”
“Margaret has authority to buy anything Cynthia needs.”
“Cynthia’s wanting a cat was a cry for help. She wanted more attention than she was getting.”
“It was a cat, for God’s sake, not a security blanket.”
“It might as well have been.”
“Boys ask for dogs all the time. They’d never compare it to having a baby,” he insisted.
“You don’t understand women.”
“I know that.”
“And you don’t understand your daughter.”
They were standing there, facing each other like two antagonists squaring off over some kind of prize.
“I know that, too.”
“I expect you tried,” Kathryn said.
“You’re too generous.”
“You were probably too involved in your work to take the time to learn to really listen.”
“I listen to her all the time.”
“Maybe, but you’re not hearing her. You’re insensitive to women’s issues. You need to spend more time—”
“I don’t have more time,” Ron broke in. “Do you have any idea how tough it is in the international market? Half the men out there would cut my throat if they could gain anything by it. And if I survive them, there’s a new, young wizard popping out of the woodwork every day brimming over with ideas of how to do what I do cheaper and faster.”
“I’m familiar with the business world. My father has spent his whole life in it, and he’s just like you.”
“So you’re telling me it’s hopeless?”
“Not if you really want to try. If you don’t—”
“Would I come halfway around the world if I didn’t?”
She seemed to accept that. She turned away and walked toward a bookcase built into the wall. “I can recommend several excellent books.”
“I don’t have time to read one book, not to mention several.”
She turned back to face him, her expression impatient. “Then how do you expect to learn to be sensitive to your daughter’s feelings? You need training.”
“Then you train me.”
“I doubt I’d be able to do that.”
“How hard could it be? I’m bright, I’m willing and I’m ready to start now.”
Chapter Two
“Are you sure everything went okay?”
Ron had called Ted the minute he got back to the house. It was 7:21 a.m. in Geneva. Time to be preparing for the second day’s meeting. He was the one who was up past his bedtime. More than six hours past.
“Lord Hradschin is in favor of the merger,” Ted said. “There’s nothing that old pirate likes as much as money.”
There really wasn’t much that was difficult that had to be done during the first few days. It was mostly laying out the plans for the merger, explaining how they meant to restructure the company, answering questions, giving the costs and income projections. Ted was good at making difficult things sound simple and Ben could make you feel good about a root canal, but could they read the people, know who was going to be trouble, figure out the arguments necessary to bring them around, figure out how the politics played into the decision? That had always been his job.
“Don’t move to a second point until you’re certain everyone understands the first one,” Ron said. “It’ll only get worse as you go along if they don’t.”
He’d already rejected the idea of flying back to Geneva in the morning. Something had happened to him when Cynthia suddenly broke into tears and ran from the room. This wasn’t the same as having a tantrum, sulking or being obstinate. She was deeply hurt, and he had no idea how to fix it.
Kathryn said she could teach him to understand his daughter if he really wanted to. He couldn’t imagine why she would have any doubt. He had left his meeting just as it was getting started. What more proof could she want?
“Call me if you hit a snag. I’ll have my cell phone with me… No, I don’t know when I’ll be back. In the next couple of days, but I can’t say exactly when.”
He was certain Kathryn would say he’d need more than one session, but he didn’t have time for more. If she was as good as she thought, she could teach him everything he had to know in a couple of hours. After that it shouldn’t take him more than a day to sort things out with Cynthia and get her back home.
“I’ve got to go. If I don’t get some sleep, I’ll be a zombie. You’ve been wanting a chance to do this on your own, so make the most of it.”
He hung up the phone and fell back on the bed without bothering to take off his clothes. He would undress in a minute, just as soon as the muscles at the back of his neck and shoulders unknotted enough for him to move his arms. Then it struck him, the million-dollar question.
Had he screwed up so badly with Cynthia she wouldn’t give him another chance?
He hoped not. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but they’d been going along with only an occasional bump until this pregnancy thing happened. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the boy who’d done this to his little girl. It was always the boy who was so anxious to have sex he didn’t stop to think of the consequences.
“Is Daddy really going to let you try to teach him to understand women?” Cynthia asked Kathryn over a bowl of oatmeal sprinkled with brown sugar and pecans.
“That’s what he says,” Kathryn replied. “But he may be too angry at me to listen to anything I say.”
They were sitting in the breakfast alcove in Kathryn’s bright, cheerful kitchen. Sunlight streamed in through the windows despite the canopy of oaks that shaded the backyard.
“How can any man be angry at you?” Lisette asked. “You’re beautiful.” She had requested French toast, which she had promptly drowned in a sea of maple syrup. She had yet to swallow the vitamin and calcium pills that Mrs. Collias had placed by her plate.
“My dad never notices women, even when they’re as beautiful as Miss Roper,” Cynthia said. “I used to think it was because he could never love another woman after my mother died.”
Kathryn couldn’t imagine a man as handsome, energetic and vital as Ron Egan ignoring women. She was certain women didn’t ignore him. She hadn’t been able to.
“That’s so romantic,” Lisette cooed.
“Now I think it’s because he’ll never like any woman as much as he likes his work.”
“But he’s rich,” Lisette reminded her. “All rich men like beautiful women, and he isn’t even ancient with a potbelly and bald head. Please tell me he’s not fifty.”
Kathryn couldn’t help laughing. “Fifty is not ancient, Lisette. You wait until you get there.”
“I never want to be fifty,” the young girl said. “I want to die while I’m still young and beautiful, just like Princess Diana.”
“Well, speaking as one who has passed her thirtieth birthday, I can tell you I plan to live well past fifty. And I don’t intend to become an old hag in the process.”
“Of course not,” Lisette said, smiling as she popped a vitamin in her mouth and followed it with half a glass of orange juice. “You can have all the plastic surgery you want.”
“Will you do that?” Julia, the third of four girls at the table, asked.
“I hope to age gracefully.”
“Why would you do that when you could still look young and beautiful?” Lisette asked.
“Because I want my husband to think of me as a wife and companion, not as someone who’s concerned with nothing but her looks. I want to enjoy every phase of my life, to live each age honestly whatever its challenges.”
“Kerry doesn’t want me to look old,” Lisette declared. “He wants me to be as beautiful as possible. I want to go to parties, wear beautiful clothes and have men follow me with their eyes when I walk past.”
Kathryn decided somebody needed to explain to Mother Nature that some girls, regardless of their age, were just too young to have babies. Lisette should have been at the top of that list. This wasn’t about rich husbands or beautiful clothes. She was about to become a mother. It was about learning to act with the maturity and responsibility necessary to make her a good mother.
“I want lots of children,” Cynthia said. “I want a thousand pictures of when they learn to walk, start school, go on their first dates, of their proms and their graduations. I want books of pictures of their weddings, even more of their children. I want movies, too. After Mama got sick, she used to watch movies of me when I was a baby. She said I was her touchstone. She said as long as she had me she never felt lonely.”
“Kerry will never leave my bedside when I get sick,” Lisette said. “He’ll be holding my hand when I die.”
“Has your father dated?” Julia asked Cynthia.
“No.”
“He must have loved your mother very much,” Kathryn said.
“Both of them were only children whose parents died early,” Cynthia said. “I think they were friends more than lovers.”
“Would that bother you?” Kathryn asked.
“It would bother me,” Lisette said. “If Kerry doesn’t love me to distraction, I’ll divorce him.”
“Mama said she was happy because she had me to love,” Cynthia answered. “Maybe a woman doesn’t need more than that. What do you think?”
Kathryn realized what she thought was uncomfortably close to Lisette’s feelings. Her own mother had been content to spend most of her married life waiting for her husband to return from business trips. When the split came between her sister and their father, her mother had backed their father’s position without hesitation. Away at college at the time, Kathryn had been too furious to give any thought to her mother’s position, but now she wondered. Could a woman be happily married to a man who was away from home more often than not?
“I can’t speak for anyone but myself,” Kathryn said, “but—”
The sound of the doorbell caused her to break off. Lisette bounded up from her chair. “It’s Kerry. He can’t stand to be separated from me.”
“He must stay in the living room,” Kathryn called after her. “I’ll be in as soon as I fix my coffee.”
“Do you think their parents will let them get married?” Julia asked as the door banged shut behind Lisette. “They’re nuts about each other.”
“It will depend on what Kerry’s father says when he gets home.”
“Where is he?”
“On a business trip. No one seems to know when he’ll get back.”
“My dad was on a business trip, too, but he came home right away.”
