You two used to get along so well,” Leta murmured. “I’ve been blind,” he said through his teeth. “Stark staring blind.” “What do you mean?” He stared out across the rolling hills that were turning golden as autumn approached. “She’s in love with me.” It was a shock to hear himself say it. Until then, he hadn’t really considered it. But Cecily had lain in his arms as trusting as a child, clinging to him. Her eyes had been rapt with pleasure, joy glistening in them. Why hadn’t he known? Or was it that he hadn’t wanted to know? “You mustn’t let her see that you know,” Leta instructed grimly. “She is proud.” “Yes.” He touched his mother’s shoulder. “There are so few of us left who are full-bloods,” he said, wondering why Leta grimaced. Perhaps she’d hoped that he might marry Cecily one day, despite her pride in their heritage. “And you won’t marry a white girl,” she said. He nodded solemnly. “Audrey is costume jewelry. I wear her on my arm. She’s sophisticated and savvy and shallow. It means nothing. Just as the other handful meant nothing.” Let’s eyes fell to his chest. “That isn’t all.” He sighed. “I’ve taken care of Cecily for eight years,” he reminded her. “Even without the cultural differences, I’m in the position of a guardian to her, whether she likes it or not. I can’t take advantage of what she feels for him.” “Of course you can’t.” Leta linked her fingers together. “Drive safely.” He pulled a small package from his jacket pocket. “Give this to her after I’m gone. It’s her birthday present.” He smiled ruefully. “We weren’t speaking, so she didn’t get it on her birthday.” “She may not want it.” He knew that. It hurt. “Try.
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