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  She smiled softly at his pet name for her. She studied birds and he studied bats, yet they both shared a passion for butterflies. “But I could forgive him that.”

  “I could forgive a man for hiding the truth, but you can’t help wonder what else he’d hidden.”

  “He was a good man.”

  “Who did an excellent job of fooling us into thinking he was a run-of-the-mill British man bent on making up for his country’s past. But to find out that he’s from one of those wealthy families that were actually responsible for all the natural damage that we’re struggling to make right. It turns my stomach.”

  “You can’t help what family you’re born into.”

  “I made him my daughter’s godfather. He was a member of our family and he was keeping secrets. Now when I go to give a lecture, or I’m offered a position at a university, I question whether it’s because of my qualifications or Camden’s influence. Not to mention I can’t get over the fact that he funded Sasha’s scholarship and fellowship.”

  She closed her eyes. Secrets. She still held one from her husband and if she didn’t tell him about Sasha’s being included in Camden’s will she’d have another secret.

  Maybe when he calmed down.

  She watched the waves knowing Miami was ninety miles in the distance. Her husband crossed his arms over his chest and stared toward the water. “Money is the root of evil. History has shown us that. Never doubt it. I’m just glad none of this ever touched Sasha.”

  Barbara looked away and kept her mouth closed.

  Chapter 5

  The next morning the first thing Sasha did was to pick up the mobile phone and head into the large guest suite bathroom. “Lena, are you awake?”

  “Would I answer the phone if I wasn’t?”

  “Sorry to call you so early.”

  “No, no, I need to get my lazy butt out of bed and head to the library.”

  “How are things?” Although they only saw each two or three times a year, Sasha so valued Lena’s friendship that she’d dropped over a thousand dollars on a plane ticket and flown for over eighteen hours to attend Lena’s New York engagement party earlier in the year. Half-sick with a stomach virus, she’d thrown up on Noah, her best friend’s fiancé. Luckily, the dentist lived close by.

  “Mom and Noah are pushing for a wedding date. My future mother-in-law is campaigning for a baby. Dad’s taking Viagra and my older sister Kelly’s driving me nuts with some crazy diet she just started. Something about only eating foods that start with certain letters of the alphabet on certain days of the week. I can’t keep people from bothering me long enough to finish the outline for my thesis. My blood pressure is high. Might get a weave because my hair is split, broke and shot to hell. Did I mention my pregnancy scare last month? And I went to the emergency room with a panic attack. How about you?”

  “Good. Great,” she lied.

  “Where are you?” Lena asked. “I’m hearing a serious echo. Are you in some third world country? Do I need to call the UN to get you out?”

  “My godfather left me twenty-five million dollars, a mansion and his pets. I’m calling from the guest bathroom.”

  “You’re kidding?”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “You don’t seem too happy about it. I’d be over the moon. Not about your godfather dying, but about the inheritance.”

  “This is a huge life changing responsibility.”

  “Bump that. This is a once in a lifetime chance for a shopping spree. Book a ticket and I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

  “It’s not my money.”

  “Not according to your uncle’s will.”

  “Lena,” Sasha softly chided.

  “Girl, you’ve just won the lottery and you’re acting like somebody died.”

  Her lips turned down. “Someone did.”

  “I’m sorry—you know I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “I know. It’s just this is really unsettling. The house is big enough for a village and I can’t imagine how to manage this money, the animals, not to mention managing the foundation.”

  “You know you’ve always had money issues.”

  “I’ve never bounced a check.”

  “Not those kinds of money issues. I mean you just don’t like money.”

  “Are you surprised? My parents started out as socialists before they moved to Cuba.”

  “Look, why don’t you put the life crisis on hold and catch the first non-stop flight to New York?”

  Sasha nibbled on the inside of her lip for a second. “I can’t. I’ve got the animals to look after.”

  “You’ve got millions. Hire the Nanny. Heck, you can probably get the Crocodile Hunter.”

  “Uncle Camden’s last wish was for me to take care of this, Lena. Although I would love to pack a bag and go, I just can’t.”

  “I understand.”

  She thought about it for a moment. “But, I was thinking since I can’t leave how about you come here? I’ve got plenty of space and you sound like you could use a break.”

  “Keep that option open. If that fiancé of mine pulls out one more wedding book, I’ll be knocking on your door.”

  She rested her chin in the palm of her free hand. “I just want to get rid of the money, but I can’t because of a clause in the will.”

  “Wait. I’m sorry, I think there must have been some static in the line. I thought I heard you say that you wanted to get rid of twenty-five million dollars.”

  “I do,” she replied.

  “You’re crazy.”

  “No, I’m simple. I take what I need. No more, no less. My father taught me that.”

  “Come on, Sasha,” Lena returned. “It’s not that bad. What can you complain about now? You’re rich.”

  “What about my career? I’ll have to cancel all of my planned expeditions. For the unforeseen future, I have to meet with attorneys on a weekly basis, I have an appointment with the vet this morning because the dog isn’t eating, I need to meet with the household staff, figure out what charity board meetings to go to and the list keeps growing. Truly this is a good example of more money, more problems.”

  There was a knock at the door. “Sasha, just a reminder that Darwin needs to be at the vet in an hour.”

  “Who was that?” Lena loudly questioned.

  “Jackson.”

  “And who is Jackson?”

  “The butler.”

  “Oh my God! I bet you have a maid.”

  “I think so,” she confessed or hoped. The idea of Jackson cleaning up her bedroom and making her bed made her uncomfortable. “I haven’t met anyone yet, but Jackson says he’ll introduce me to the cook later on today.”

  “Promise me you’ll call me after nine o’clock tonight. I’m running low on my daytime minutes.”

  She smiled. “Promise.”

  “Take care.”

  “You, too.”

  She hit the End button and placed the phone on the marble vanity. Sasha’s eyes landed on the cat lying atop one of the bathroom’s plush bath rugs. Zaza, the ex-homeless Persian that now dined on high-end cat food and pooped in a custom kitty litter pan. The cat was simple enough to take care of but, God forbid if the cat got pregnant. According to the terms of Uncle Camden’s will Zaza’s kitten would end up with an inheritance of about twenty thousand dollars apiece. Sasha sunk down on the toilet as the weight of it all felt like an anchor on her shoulders. How could she find good homes for them? She didn’t know anyone who lived in a stable enough environment to raise a cat. All of her girlfriends were over thirty and vowed never to be crazy single cat women.

  She stood and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was still a natural mess, her eyebrows had long since gone wild and her fingernails still needed attention. Her feminine pride balked at seeing Trey again.

  After digging through her suitcase for ten minutes, Sasha pulled out trousers and an ivory cable knit sweater. She put on lip gloss and pinched her cheeks.

 
An image of Mr. Cell Phone, a.k.a Trey Blackfox, rose in her mind as she released the necklace clasp. She stared at the teardrop opal her father had given her on her fifteenth birthday. The last thing she needed was another distraction in her life. It was way too complex already. She especially didn’t need to waste time fantasizing about a man who couldn’t commit to her. Moreover, if she were going to pick a man based on more than good looks and charm, Trey didn’t measure up.

  Later, after she’d had enough time to make her appearance halfway decent, Sasha walked downstairs and searched the house for her newest charge. She found Darwin lying at the foot of her godfather’s bed. The sight if his head dropping down as soon as she’d opened the door about broke her heart in two.

  The Jack Russell terrier didn’t even look as she put on his leash and took him downstairs. Once they’d settled into the back of the car, Sasha caught Jackson’s look of concern in the rearview mirror. Darwin had been her uncle Camden’s constant companion. If her godfather flew first class, Darwin had his own seat. She’d met the canine when both she and Uncle Camden had been in Brussels for a wildlife preservation symposium.

  She reached down, picked up the dog and put him in her lap and held him. It was almost as if she were holding piece of her godfather. She’d always known he’d loved animals, but she’d never visited his house, or met any of his other pets. She’d been aware of them only from letters. Yet in the back of her mind there had always been the expectation that she’d one day visit the house and meet the little creatures in person.

  Sasha looked down and stroked the fur on the dog’s head. “Oh, Darwin. I know how you feel. I miss Camden, too, tough guy.”

  His face lifted up and his dog tag jiggled back and forth twice and that brought a smile to her face. “Yes, I called you tough guy.” She used the nickname that her godfather had given the canine.

  Minutes later with Darwin in her arms, Sasha carefully made her way across the parking lot and stopped in front of the automatic glass doors of the clinic. As they opened to reveal a large reception area, she had to blink as her eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight of the interior of the office. She glanced from left to right and would have backed out had she not seen the name of the office: Samuel Graham Veterinary Clinic. Stepping through the reception area she walked toward the smiling young man seated behind the counter.

  “Good afternoon. I’m here to bring…” she started.

  The young man smiled and reached over to rub Darwin’s head. “Little D, I haven’t seen you in ages.”

  Sasha blinked as the Jack Russell terrier in her arms seemingly went from death to life; Darwin practically jumped from her arms into the assistant’s. She looked at his nametag: Joseph Morris.

  “Oops. Sorry about that.” Sasha stepped forward in an attempt to reclaim the canine.

  “I’ve given him special treats since he was weaned.” He chuckled, struggling to keep his face from the dog’s tongue. “How are you doing, fella? Looks like you’ve lost quite a bit of weight.”

  “Yes, that’s what I’d like to speak to a doctor about.”

  “Of course, Ms. Clayton.”

  She gave the young man a warm open smile she normally reserved for animals and kids. “Please, call me Sasha.”

  “Only if you call me Jo.” He grinned broadly. “Sasha, I’m Dr. Blackfox’s veterinary assistant and I’ll he helping with Darwin today. Now, if you’ll just have a seat, I’ll take you back as soon as a room becomes available.”

  Sasha took the dog from his arms and settled into one of the comfortable waiting chairs. “So you like treats, boy? I’ll have to buy you a box before I leave.”

  Leave. The word left an uncomfortable taste in her mouth. She’d only arrived in Atlanta yesterday and already her mind was mentally preparing to depart. “Poor pooch. It must seem like everyone is leaving you,” she murmured.

  Her eyes strayed to the other people with their pets and she felt a momentary pang of envy. Although she studied animals for weeks or months at a time, she could never bond with them the way those people had bonded with their pets. Her parents had moved around so much that having a pet was never an option. Once she’d tried to befriend one of her mother’s wounded birds, but having an endangered hawk as a pet was against the law.

  She thought of her parents and her heart sank. She’d have to tell them. There was no way she could deliver the news on the phone. She’d have to fly to Cuba and do it in person. She shook her head and rubbed Darwin’s back. One step at a time, Sasha, she told herself. Now if she could get through seeing Dr. Trey Blackfox as easily.

  Chapter 6

  Rosalind Blackfox took a seat in the plush waiting room chair. Her eyes looked over the room with satisfaction. She’d worked hard to make sure the interior designer created an area that resembled more of a doctor’s waiting room than a veterinary clinic. The interior design firm she’d picked out for Trey had done an excellent job of making the room both comfortable and functional. A little furry head moved on her lap drawing her eyes downward. “You have to wait your turn like everybody else, Christmas.” The little terrier laid his head back down on her leg and closed his eyes.

  “He’s adorable.”

  Rose looked at a woman sitting a seat away. Pretty, but she would be stunning with a visit to the salon and touch of makeup. The woman’s flawless complexion helped a lot. She glanced down at the stranger’s left hand and noticed the absence of a wedding band. It only took the lack of a ring to set the matchmaking part of her mind to humming. She had three eligible sons and a single daughter and no grandchildren.

  “My husband gave him to me for Christmas.”

  “He looks like a puppy.”

  “Actually, Christmas is two years old.” Rose laughed as the younger woman’s eye widened.

  “He’s what the breeders call a teacup. He’s actually smaller than a toy terrier. What is yours?”

  “Darwin is a Jack Russell terrier.” Sasha paused. “I think he’s about three years old.”

  “Adopted?”

  “Inherited.” She looked away. “Darwin was my godfather’s companion.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Sasha’s lips trembled. “Thank you”

  Alarmed, Rose pointed at the dog lying immobile on the floor. “Will he be alright?”

  “I don’t know. It seems that he’s not eating and barely drinking. He won’t leave Uncle Camden’s room. I think that he’s waiting for my godfather to come back.”

  “Poor thing. Which doctor will be seeing him?” Rose sent out a quick prayer to God that the answer was her son. She worried about all of her children, but Trey needed more attention than the others. At least Marius and Cable stayed close to home so she could keep an eye on them. Her daughter… Her daughter, Regan, was in the foreign service.

  “Dr. Blackfox.”

  Rose looked away to hide the “cat that ate the canary” grin she knew was pasted on her face, then covered the act by stroking Christmas’s head. “So are you from Atlanta?”

  “I was born in Texas and I spent most of my high school years in between South Carolina and my parents’ research expeditions.”

  “What do they do if you don’t mind my asking?”

  “My mother is a bird researcher and my father’s a biologist who’s specializing in bats at the moment.”

  Rose looked up at the ceiling and said to herself, “Thank you, Lord.”

  “So you’ve just moved here?” Rose asked out loud.

  “My godfather lived here. He left me his pets and some other things in the will.”

  “Well, this city is lucky to have you. We need a few more Southerners.”

  “I’m not so sure. I’m also a researcher and I have a small studio in Brooklyn just to store my stuff and have place to crash when I’m back in the U.S. It’s a little scary to think about having to stay in one place. I don’t know anyone or know where to go. As you can see.” She paused to point to her hair. “My hair hasn’t seen a salon in months.” />
  “Oh, no. It looks nice.”

  “Look, Mrs.…”

  “Call me Rose.”

  “Please call me Sasha. You are sweetheart, but let’s be honest. My hair needs help.”

  “Sasha, what are you doing after this?”

  She chewed on the thought for a little while. For the first time in her life, she didn’t have a clue as to what she would do next. Sasha wound her finger around Darwin’s leash. “Going back to a large empty house, I guess.”

  “No, we are having lunch and you can come with me to the salon. Fredrick will be thrilled to get his hands on you hair.”

  “What about Christmas and Darwin?”

  “Trey can take good care of them while we’re gone. They have an excellent kennel facility in the back.”

  Sasha looked tempted by the thought having someone else deal with her hair, and also looked forward to the opportunity to avoid thinking about things. “Well, I can have Jackson come back later to pick me up.”

  “Good. I’ll just make a quick phone call and we can be on our way.”

  “Hey, Trey, your eleven o’clock is in the waiting room and, man, is she sweet.”

  Trey’s brow wrinkled as he dropped the pen onto his desk. “Jo, are you feeling well today?”

  “Of course, I had my protein shake for breakfast and I’m about to grab a granola to keep the energy up. Why? What’s up?”

  “Rigdestone’s dog is male.”

  “Trey, I wasn’t talking about the dog. I was talking the woman who brought him in. Maybe she’s the girlfriend. Would be like that old British man to have a fashion model or something like that.” He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “I can see him as an undercover playa being that this is the South. You know, kinda like Atlanta’s Hugh Hefner? I can picture that rich man with a dozen women hanging around the mansion. She’s a nice brown-skinned honey, too. I think she might like me.”

  “Right,” he replied. Trey shook his head sadly. Another crush for Jo. Trey looked at digital clock on the wall of his office and one word popped into his mind: Sasha. He pushed back from his chair and stood. He took a moment to run a hand over the white doctor’s coat and he spared a quick glance at the wall mirror. Not that he was a vain man, but he’d been taught since birth how to make a good impressions and seeing as how he and Sasha had gotten off on the wrong foot the first time they’d met, he wouldn’t want to make the same mistake twice.