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“He probably could, but he won’t. You know how favorable the ratio of men to women is in these places. He thinks a retirement park is a paradise for men. And nothing I’ve said to him has been able to change him in any way. If he gets kicked out of Remington Park, I don’t know what I’ll do with him,” Wyatt admitted. “And I’m truly sorry for any problems he might cause between your aunt and your grandmother.”
“I love them so much,” Jane said. “They make me crazy, but I just adore them.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way about Leo. He was more of a father to me than my real father was. I mean, my father’s not a bad guy or anything like that. He’s just…well, he was more interested in his own life than mine. But Leo always took the time to look out for me, guide me, explain things to me. He was there if I needed help. I’d do anything for him.”
“There should be some kind of pill to make men faithful,” Jane said.
“If there was, Leo wouldn’t take it.”
“Well, I still feel like I have to apologize to him,” she repeated. “I did take a swing at him, after all.”
“I’m not sure he deserves an apology—”
“No, I have to. What I did was wrong, and I always apologize when I’m wrong.”
“Okay.” Wyatt nodded. “If you insist.”
“I do. Will you come with me? Sometime tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
They went to Leo’s cottage, but he wasn’t there.
Jane was a little afraid where they might find him and what he might be doing, but she was determined not to lose her good manners around him, at least not anymore. She felt oddly like her life could be on the verge of spinning off into complete chaos at any moment. How could that possibly have happened?
She couldn’t blame it entirely on the Gray men. Her own behavior had been erratic, at best, and Jane preached that men could not make women crazy. Women allowed themselves to be crazy over men, but men could not force that kind of irrational behavior upon anyone. No one could. A woman was responsible for her own behavior at all times. She had to own her own decisions, her actions, her words, and Jane’s had been abominable.
She and Wyatt walked into Gram and Gladdy’s cottage.
Amy was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove and baking something that smelled luscious. Leo Gray stood beside her. They both turned as the front door opened and Jane thought Amy looked particularly uncomfortable at the moment.
Jane frowned, whispering to Wyatt urgently. “He wouldn’t hit on someone Amy’s age. Would he?”
“I don’t think so,” Wyatt said. “But she doesn’t look happy to have him here. Or maybe it’s us. Maybe she thinks she’s going to witness another scuffle.”
Oh, Lord! He was probably right. Amy, sweet, kind, quiet little Amy, whom Jane wanted to help become a chef, had surely heard about Jane freaking out and attacking Leo Gray. Amy was looking at Jane like Jane had grown three heads.
“I will never live this down,” she muttered.
“Come on,” Wyatt said, putting a supportive hand at the small of her back and steering her to the kitchen. “Chin up. Smile. Be confident, gracious, polite. All the things I know you are, Jane. Put this behind you and move on.”
“No. They all know.” It wasn’t her imagination. There were three little old ladies in the common area of the cottage, all staring at Jane like they’d never seen her before. “I’m infamous at Remington Park as the crazy woman who attacks old men with her briefcase!”
“Nonsense. One little slip does not a crazy woman make,” Wyatt insisted.
They got to Leo and Amy’s side, Amy now looking like she really wanted to run away, Leo looking calm and happy as could be, not at all like a man who created chaos everywhere he went.
“Hello, Amy,” Wyatt said, turning on the charm. “I was just bragging to Ms. Steele yesterday about what an outstanding cook you are.”
Amy blushed and stammered. “Uh…thank you. I’m making raspberry lemon bars.”
“My favorite,” Leo said, beaming.
Wyatt ignored that and did his best to charm and reassure Amy. “I’m sure they’re lovely. I’m still thinking about the lasagna you made last week.”
“I’ll save you some to take home, if you’re still here when they’re done.”
“Thank you, Amy. Now, could you excuse us a moment? Jane and I need to talk to my uncle.”
“Of course,” she said, looking uneasy again.
Wyatt gave a curt nod to Leo, to follow them into the empty dining area. He pulled out a chair for Jane, touching her reassuringly on her shoulder, then seated himself.
“She’s not armed, is she?” Leo asked, still standing.
Jane felt like a worm, like one of the lowest creatures on earth and wished she could just crawl away right now.
“Uncle Leo?” Wyatt said none too softly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jane saw Amy startle, heard the pan clatter on the stove like she’d lost control of it for a moment.
She was expecting the worst.
“Just sayin’, you feeling better, girly?” Leo inquired.
“Now you’re just trying to be annoying,” Wyatt complained. “Let the lady explain why she’s here.”
“Mr. Gray,” Jane began. “I am so very sorry about everything I did the other day, and I’ve come to humbly beg for your forgiveness. My behavior was completely unacceptable, and I am both shocked and humiliated that I resorted to violence as a way of settling our disagreement.”
Leo grimaced, then shook his head. “Kathleen and Gladdy said you were kind of prissy.”
Jane winced. Had they told him that she was a prude, too?
Because if he brought that up in front of Wyatt, she would happily just sink into the floor and try to disappear into the crevasses in the stone tile.
Wyatt shot his uncle a hard look. He might have even stepped on Leo’s toe or something, because Leo gave a little yelp and eased away from both of them.
“Tell her you accept her apology,” Wyatt insisted.
Leo turned to his nephew, chuckling as he asked. “She give you that shiner, boy?”
“Leo!”
“Okay, fine. I accept,” he said, not looking either sincere or happy about being forced into saying it.
Wyatt didn’t take his gaze off of his uncle. “Jane, would you excuse us, please? I’d like a moment alone with Leo.”
“Of course,” Jane conceded, eager to escape as fast as she could.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Wyatt practically roared the moment Jane disappeared from sight.
“She is a prissy little thing. I still can’t believe she hit me.”
“She didn’t hit you,” Wyatt reminded him.
“But she meant to. The only thing that stopped her was you. And then she hit you.”
Wyatt sighed, feeling a headache coming on, as it often did when he had to deal with Leo. “Did your doctor change your medication or something? Because you seem…particularly outrageous lately, even for you.”
“I’m just enjoying myself here,” Leo claimed, slapping his hands to his chest. “Life was meant to be enjoyed, boy.”
“God help me,” Wyatt muttered. “Are you trying to get kicked out of this place?”
“No, I love it here. This is the best old folks’ home I’ve ever been in. Best-looking women, the friendliest, the fittest. I think this place is God’s gift to Leo Gray.”
“I doubt God sees it that way, and I know for a fact that Ms. Steele doesn’t. She sees it as you potentially ruining this place, and she’s this close to kicking you out.” Wyatt held his thumb and his first finger an inch apart. “One more thing, and I swear, you’re gone.”
Leo made a disgusted, dismissive sound. “We done? ‘Cause I’m supposed to meet someone in thirty minutes, and I need to spruce up a bit. A man can’t just let himself go.”
“Please tell me it’s not one of Jane’s relatives.” Wyatt said, then wondered, would it be better or worse if it wasn’t Kathleen or Gladdy?
“You gonna start policing my social calendar, boy?” Leo challenged.
Wyatt sighed. “There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to control you.”
Leo looked particularly pleased with himself. “Didn’t think so.”
“But I’m telling you, you’re going to get kicked out of here, and Ms. Steele’s going to blackball you with every retirement home administrator she knows, and she claims that will cover the entire state of Maryland. Think about it, Leo.”
Jane found Gram and Gladdy in Gram’s room whispering urgently to each other. They clammed up the minute they saw Jane.
That was odd.
“What are you two up to?” she asked.
Gram got a sad, disapproving look on her face. “Talking about you, my girl.”
“We can’t believe the things we’re hearing, Jane. You attacked that sweet Leo Gray?”
“He is not sweet! He’s trouble! How can you both not see that?”
“He is sweet as can be and just delightful to be around,” Gram insisted. “Do you have any idea how boring most men in their eighties are? Sad and grumpy and complaining about one thing after another. Their backs, their head, their eyes. It’s really disheartening what you have to choose from in men at our age, Jane.”
“You could just give up on men altogether,” Jane suggested.
Gram and Gladdy groaned, then looked at each other like it was too horrible an idea to even think about.
“Surely you’ve both had enough men by now,” she tried.
“I hope to have a man in my life for as long as I’m breathing,” Gram said.
Gladdy nodded her head, obviously agreeing. “You’ve just never learned how to truly enjoy a man, Jane. If you had, you’d understand.”
“Enjoy a man?” She winced, remembering being called a prude and Gram and Gladdy feeling sorry for her, just because she didn’t turn her life upside down for every man who showed the slightest interest in her. “I’ve had enjoyable men in my life before.”
“Name one,” Gladdy challenged her.
“I.…uhhh…“ She had to think, then came up with, “Andy Scovol. He was great fun. We did all sorts of things together, and I still miss him since he moved away.”
“He was your best friend in fifth grade. That was eighteen years ago, and he wasn’t a man. He was a boy. I bet you never even kissed him,” Gram complained.
“Of course I didn’t kiss him. He was my friend. It’s okay to be friends with men, isn’t it? Surely it’s not all about sex.”
Gladdy sighed. “Jane, we worry about you.”
“And I worry about the two of you, too.”
“Well, don’t. We’re fine.”
“Fine,” Gram agreed.
“But you won’t be if you both keep running around with that man, Leo.”
Gram gave a dismissive huff. “We told you. He’s so much fun to have around.”
“Well, you should know he’s been having fun with both of you.” There, she’d just blurted it out.
“Of course he has,” Gram said. “We’ve had dinner together every day this week. We played doubles today in tennis, and we’re going dancing downtown Saturday night.”
“That’s not all he’s been doing.” It had to be said, Jane knew. “I’m sorry, but it’s not. His nephew says he’s incapable of being faithful to any woman or of making any kind of long-term commitment.”
Gladdy laughed. “Honey, we’re both in our…seventies. How can a long-term commitment even apply at our age?”
Jane let the lying about their ages go. It wasn’t the issue.
“He’s been romancing you both. Gram, you think you’re in love with him, and he was here, in this room…doing things with Gladdy yesterday.”
Gladdy looked outraged.
“I’m sorry,” Jane told her. “But he was.”
“Doing…things?” Gram asked.
“Oh, pooh. I had something in my eye, and he was helping me get it out. I’ve already told Kathleen about it, and she understands perfectly. Don’t you, Kathleen?”
“Of course I do.” She patted Gladdy’s hand with lifelong affection. “Gladdy and I would never let a man come between us.”
“But…but you said you were in love with him.” Jane tried.
