Once Upon a Prince (29 page)

“He received the news rather calmly. Looked to Jon and said, ‘See you at my office.’ So I have no idea of his plans. He claims she said she’d not marry him. Never said she loved him. But things are changing in Brighton, Campbell. It’s a new era, a new day.”

“It is at that, isn’t it?” Campbell watched a pair of robins bounce from limb to limb, twittering after one another. “She’ll be a grand queen, won’t she? If she accepts Nathaniel.”

“I think we have a fine queen.” Henry squeezed her hand. Did he mean to look at her so intently? She blushed under his stare. “But the American?”

“Susanna.”

“Yes, of course … Susanna will be a grand wife for our king, if as you say, she’ll have him. If he pursues her.”

“I’m not
the
queen anymore, Henry.”

“Yes, I know.” Henry’s eyes remained so intently on her. “We didn’t get our day when we were young, Campbell.”

“Henry …” She withdrew her hand, stood, and paced out of the shade into the sun. “Do you know anything about forget-me-nots?” She squinted up at the beaming light. “I believe there’s too much sun.”

“The only forget-me-nots I care about is that after thirty-five years I cannot forget you.” Henry reached for her and she felt weak. “Campbell Stratton, ma’am, what are you doing the rest of your life?”

She pressed her trembling hand over her quivering lips, her heart jumbling up her words, not resisting him when he tugged her back to the bench and curled his arms about her.

“Will you have me?”

“I–I don’t know.” She’d spent years burying her memories of her first love. Of giving her heart, her all, to Leo.

“I don’t know?” He chuckled low. “That’s fair enough for me.” He kissed her cheek and stood. “Campbell Stratton, what are you doing for dinner, then?”

“I’ve no specific plans.”

“Would you dine with me?”

“That would be lovely.”

He bowed and backed away. “I’ll come ’round at seven.”

She stood to watch him go in the shifting morning shade. Indeed things were changing in Brighton. Changing in her.

With another peek at the forget-me-nots, she dropped to her knees and began to work the soil, watering them with her own teardrops.

S
orry I’m late, Mama.” Susanna scooted into the Rib Shack, the heels of her pumps crunching sand from the parking lot against the kitchen floor. She stuffed her briefcase inside her locker and slipped off her suit jacket. “We had a client cancel, but we were able to squeeze in another one. I think this one’s going to hire us. Gage gets so mad when I offer my services pro bono, but I think that’s just the best way to build a client base.”

“Got a window full of tickets. Get the lead out.” Mama didn’t look up from her work at the lowboy prep station.

In the two-by-four kitchen bathroom, Susanna changed from one uniform to the next. Corporate world to service world. After a week of partnering with Gage, she was kind of falling into a groove. One she felt like she might be able to live with the rest of her life.

Okay,
not
for the rest of her life. For the next year. Just a year. Build her resume and then see. She’d begun to curb her appetite for long-term plans.

She’d promised herself, and Jesus, she’d commit to nothing and let him design the outcome of the garden of her life, determine the fruit of the largeness she still felt in her heart.

Reverend Smith called such a plan being “poor in spirit.” Being humble yet expectant of Jesus.

Susanna burst from the bathroom, leaving her work clothes swinging from a hanger, and took up Mama’s place at the window.

“It’s family barbecue night … let’s go, people.” Bossing the back of house took the edge off all the rebuttals she swallowed during the day. Oh, if Gage only knew how many times she wanted to object to his plans.

Dating would never work for them. Even if she were to ever have romantic feelings for him. Which she did not.

Susanna grabbed the tickets waiting in the window and went to work. “Catfish, I need two family pulled-pork-barbecue platters and one chicken. Let’s go, we’re backing up here. Daddy, are those fries hot? I don’t want cold fries going out my window.”

“Hotter than the sand in July, baby girl.” Daddy winked at her. “I’m sure going to miss you.”

She stared at him. “Miss me? Why? Where are you going? Catfish, we need a Caesar and a house. Daddy, are you finally taking Mama on that African safari she’s always talking about?” She took a plate from Catfish and added two biscuits. “Table nine, up. Let’s go, Bristol.”

“Good grief, girl, you think she’d go if I booked it? She still talks of Vermont as if it happened yesterday. That woman is a vacation camel.” Daddy swept his shoulder against his misty gray eyes.

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” She hurried around the lowboy for a good look-see. “Are you okay? It’s not your heart, is it?”

“I’m fine.” He tapped his chest. “My ticker’s right as rain. In fact, it’s downright happy.”

“Then what’s going on?” Susanna looked at Mama. Something was up because Mama wasn’t bossing Daddy and he wasn’t bossing back. “What are y’all not telling me?”

“Get to work, Susanna. I don’t know what that old man is going on about. Gib, how them biscuits coming? They won’t make themselves.”

“I’m on it, woman. Just leave me be. I can make these in my sleep.”

“Then get to napping.” Mama refused to look at Susanna.

“Mama?”

“Suz, if that window backs up, I’m going to let you deal with all the complaints.” She sorted paid tickets on a lowboy. “I’ll be in the office.”

Susanna had just caught up on the orders and restocked the salad bins when Bristol came around and announced she was taking over the window.

“You’re on break.”

“What break?” Susanna didn’t budge when Bristol tried to move her from her spot. “I got this, Bristol. Get back out front.”

“You’re on break.” Bristol hip butted Susanna and fired her clear to the edge of the lowboy. She packed a powerful punch for being nothing but skin and bones.

Susanna peered toward the office. “I’m on break?”

“I guess so.” Mama’s hand flew over the ten key, adding up tickets.

But what didn’t add up was being on break an hour after she’d punched in, having Mama say, “I guess so,” and the fact that the woman had yet to look her in the eye.

“Mama, what’s going on?”

“Suz, go on break. You bother me like a two-year-old asking why.”

“Suz?” Avery burst through the back door, breathless and windblown, her voice shrill.

“Aves.” Susanna mimicked her high tone. “Are you working the deck? I thought Tina was out there.”

“Come on, we got to go.” Avery covered the space between them in one-two-three steps and linked her arm through Susanna’s.

“Go? Where?” Dang girl had not been the same since returning home from Brighton. Prince Colin had sent her the most beautiful
bouquet of flowers—to school no less—on her birthday. The gesture made her a princess in the eyes of everyone and sealed her heart from any overtures a mere mortal boy might offer.

“You have to see something.”

“Another bouquet from Prince Colin?”

“Hush.” Out the back door, down the deck steps toward the beach. Susanna jogged alongside her sister, her heart kicking up soul dust, her thoughts aiming down a dark corridor.

Nathaniel? Was he here? No, of course not. Why would he …

A jolt of anticipation fired Susanna through the sea oats and palmettos onto the beach. “Nathan …” She stopped. “Colin. Hello.” The energy in her veins collapsed, leaving her weak. She braced her legs to keep from crumbling to the sand.

“Susanna, hello.” Colin offered a steadying hand. His voice was so much like Nathaniel’s.

“Surprise,” Avery said, arms high and wide. “Aren’t you surprised, Suz? We wanted to surprise you.”

“Very much, yes … surprised.” Trembling, she tried to stand on her own but the shifting sand beneath her feet made it difficult. “W–what brings you here, Colin?”

“Holiday from university. I thought I’d inspect the island, see what splendor captured Uncle Leo and Nathaniel.” He motioned to Avery. “And to see this miss, discover what she was up to these days.”

“Are you staying at the cottage?”

“Yes, it’s quite nice. Your garden …” He whistled. Clearly overpaying his compliment. “Beautiful. Aunt Campbell would adore it.”

“She should come with you next time.” Susanna drew a long breath of the spring air, but nothing seemed to cool her disappointment that Nathaniel was not at the end of the path.

But she’d made herself clear that night at St. Stephen’s. She’d not marry him. She left without saying good-bye and she’d never declared her love.

“Colin, let’s go meet Daddy and Mama. Then, please, can I show you off to my friends?” Avery checked with Susanna as she tugged her prince up the path to the Rib Shack deck.

“Only if you ply me with some of your father’s famous barbecue sauce,” he said, also visually checking with Susanna. “Every meal we shared in Brighton she went on and on about your father’s famous sauce.”

“Have the pulled pork tonight,” Susanna said, watching them go. “It’s really tender and juicy.”

“But first, how about we tour the island?” Colin spread his arms as if he’d stumbled onto a wild, fun idea. “I’m not terribly starved.” He patted his stomach. “We can dine later.” He scanned the deck. “It seems rather crowded, Aves-love.”

Aves-love?
A pet name. Susanna’s heart yearned.
Down, jealousy, that’s your baby sister hand-in-hand with a prince who loves her
.

“Yeah, what a good idea.” Avery stopped tugging Colin up the path. “Suz, can you take me and Colin around the island? Put the top down on your car and—”

“My keys are in my locker.” Susanna started for the deck. She had work to do.

Doubt knocked softly on her heart. Was she right to tell Nathaniel “no way, no how”? Should she have left without a good-bye?

Entrenched behind the service window, she could tear up some if she wanted and do a lot of emotional mulling while barking, “Pick up.”

“Please, Susanna, come with us,” Colin said.

No, no, no. Susanna exhaled, closed her eyes. She’d been doing so well with her “nothing” plan until Colin arrived.

“Three’s a crowd, Colin,” she said. “You two go on. Have fun.” Mrs. Caller waved to Susanna from the far corner of the deck. Just today, she’d approved the seventeenth draft of her garden plans.

“Yeah, Suz, come with. You know the island history way
better than I do.” Avery ran up the deck steps and cut off Susanna’s path to the kitchen.

“Avery, I’m working. I can’t go. We’re slammed tonight.”

“I’ll get your car keys. Colin, do you want something to drink? A Coke or tea?”

“Tea sounds grand.”

“Southern sweet, of course.” Avery flirted.
Brother …

“If you fix it for me, it will have all the sweetness I need.”

“Oh, please.” Susanna rolled her eyes and exhaled. “I think I just got a cavity.” She shifted Avery out of the way. “I’ll get the keys. You go in there, Mama will see you, and you won’t come out.”

In reality, Susanna wanted to duck into the bathroom and cry into a wad of toilet paper. Colin’s presence awakened all of her buried, impossible feelings for Nathaniel.

“You think I don’t know how to sneak in without her seeing me?”
Pffpppt
. “Stay here, Suz. I’ll be right back.” Avery bolted for the kitchen and returned with Susanna’s handbag, not one ripple or “hey there” from Mama. “Aves, I’m not going.” Susanna dug out her keys, certain Mama would be at the door any minute, looking for her if not Aves, wondering what in tarnation happened to her help and adding something about docking pay. “Here.” She slapped her keys against Avery’s palm just as Mickey arrived with his banjo and guitar case.

“Susanna.”

“Mickey.”

Avery shoved the keys back at Susanna. “Come on, you’re wasting daylight. It’s going to be dark soon.”

“Susanna, please, for me?” Prince Colin used his sultry, princely voice. Entirely unfair.

She relented. “Mama’s going to flip.”

“I’ll go tell her.” Off Avery dashed. Again.

Was it a full moon tonight? Susanna ducked to see beneath
the deck roof and scanned twilight threads through the budding tree branches for a hint of the moon.

“She has a lot of energy,” Colin said to Susanna with affection in his words.

“Yes, she does.”

Any minute now Mama would loom large in the doorway. No way was she dismissing Susanna tonight.

“Let’s go.” Avery marched out big as you please with two tumblers in her hand. One for Colin. One for herself.

“You’re kidding. Mama’s letting me go?” Had the world gone crazy? Daddy with his misty eyes. Mama with her avoidance. Now excusing both of her girls from Friday-night duty. “Okay, whoa, what’s going on?”

“Um, Colin’s here. That’s what’s going on.” Avery was too bright, too cheery. “He wants to see the sights.”

“Are you leaving before tomorrow, Colin? Because if you’re not, we can do this tomorrow. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day. We can see all of south Georgia if you want.”

“He wants to see Lover’s Oak.” Avery threaded her fingers through Susanna’s and pulled her toward the car.

“Lover’s Oak?” All this cajoling was getting on her nerves. “Colin, you really want to see Lover’s Oak?” This made no sense. Susanna aimed the remote entry key and unlocked the car. She moved in numb submission, her fractured thoughts trying to figure out what was going on.

“Grab that latch there, Colin,” Avery said. “Pull down. Yep. Good, now shove the top back.”

“A nine-hundred-year-old tree?” he said to Susanna. “Yes, I’d love to see it.”

“And how do you know about Lover’s Oak?” Pinpricks of revelation began to fire across her spirit. Something was up. Definitely up.

Don’t imagine what, Suz. Don’t …

“Avery told me about it. When she was in Brighton.”

“And you want to see it? Now?”

“Why not? Let’s see this infamous tree.” Colin smiled all bright and overly cheery.

“Well, okay.” Susanna walked around to the driver’s side, ignoring the knot in her stomach. Colin was here. She should relax and enjoy his company. Just seeing Avery’s joy was worth any pain to her own heart.

Her sister was going to be a princess. The idea fluttered large in Susanna’s heart.

She was about to get behind the wheel when Avery came up behind her, reaching for the keys.

“How about I drive? You can be the backseat tour guide. We’ll chauffeur you around.”

Colin stepped up and pushed the seat for Susanna to crawl in the back. “Milady.”

“Backseat tour guide. You best go where I tell you to go. Turn when I tell you to turn.” She dropped to the seat with a sigh. If she had her wits about her at all, she’d pop out of the car the moment Avery backed out of the parking slot and go back to work. To the hustling insanity. To normal. “Aves, why am I going if I’m not driving?”

“Because you’re tour guiding.” Avery, really. So insufferable at times.

“And our chaperone.”

Susanna arched her brow and leaned between the seats for a good look at Colin. “You need a chaperone?”

Lord, you can’t ask me to do this
. Lover’s Oak? On the surface, it seemed so simple. Take a couple of kids around the island, then to see an ancient tree fabled to hold the secrets of its lovers.

But it was her tree. Where she met Nate Kenneth. King Nathaniel. Anticipation beaded over her skin, thriving under the cool current of the spring breeze. When Avery whizzed toward Christ Church, Susanna tapped her shoulder.

“Pull over.” She needed to think, to pray, to go face down on the grass and strangle every last living hope of Nate coming for her.

That’s what bothered her. The realization she’d been holding her breath since January wondering if he’d come for her.

Before Avery cut the car engine, Susanna hopped out over the back, her limbs weak and rickety. Just inside the stone wall, she ran across the smooth, cool grass, collapsing on the lawn, forehead to the ground.

Stretched out, arms over her head, sharp grass blades pricking her eyelids and the tip of her nose, she spilled it.

“I thought it was Nathaniel waiting on the beach. I did. I really did. I imagined an outcome and I was wrong.
Soooo
wrong. But, Lord, I miss him.” She hammered her fists into the grass. “I love him.”