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“Why didn’t she?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Mrs. Parrish didn’t want her that close.”
“Did she say that?” Amber probed.
“Not really. It just seemed like she wasn’t too excited about her mom being so close by. I guess she didn’t really need her around. You know, she had her nannies and stuff. One of my friends was her nanny when her first daughter was a baby.”
Amber felt like she’d struck gold. “Really? How long did she work there?”
“A couple years, I think.”
“Is she a good friend of yours?”
“Sally? Yeah, me and her go way back.”
“I bet she has some stories to tell,” Amber said.
“What do you mean?”
Is this girl for real?“You know, things about the family, what they’re like, what they do at home—that kind of thing.”
“Yeah, I guess. But I wasn’t really interested. We had other stuff to talk about.”
“Maybe the three of us could have dinner next week.”
“Hey, that would be great.”
“Why don’t you call her tomorrow and set it up? What’s her name again?” Amber asked.
“Sally. Sally MacAteer.”
“And she lives here in Bishops Harbor?”
“She lives right next door to me, so I see her all the time. We grew up together. I’ll ask her about dinner. This’ll be really fun. Like the three musketeers.” Jenna skipped back to her desk, and Amber went back to work.
She picked up the contract and put it on the desk in Mark’s empty office so they could discuss it that afternoon when he got back from his appointment in Norwalk. She looked at her watch and saw that she had twenty minutes to finish and freshen up before Daphne’s arrival. She returned two phone calls, filed a few loose papers, and then went to the bathroom to check her hair. Satisfied, she went to the front lobby to watch for Daphne’s Range Rover.
It pulled up at exactly twelve thirty, Amber noticed, appreciating Daphne’s promptness. As Amber pushed open the glass door of the building, Daphne rolled the car window down and called out a cheerful hello. Amber walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and hoisted herself into the cool interior.
“It’s great to see you,” Amber said with what she hoped sounded like enthusiasm.
Daphne looked over at her and smiled before putting the car into gear. “I’ve been looking forward to this all morning. I couldn’t wait for my garden club meeting to be over. I know it’s going to make the day so much easier to get through.”
“I hope so,” Amber said, her voice subdued.
They were both quiet for the next few blocks, and Amber leaned back against the soft leather seat. She turned her head slightly in Daphne’s direction and took in her white linen pants and sleeveless white linen top, which had a wide navy stripe at the bottom. She wore small gold hoops and a simple gold bangle bracelet next to her watch. And her ring, of course, the rock that could have sunk theTitanic. Her slender arms were nicely tanned. She looked fit, healthy, and rich.
As they pulled into the driveway of the Tidewater Country Club, Amber drank it all in—the gently winding road with precision-cut grass on either side, not a weed in sight; tennis courts with players in sparkling whites; the swimming pools in the distance; and the impressive building looming before them. It was even grander than she had imagined. They drove around the circle to the main entrance, and were met by a young guy in a casual uniform of dark khakis and a green polo shirt. On his head was a white visor with the Tidewater logo embroidered in green.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Parrish,” he said as he opened her door.
“Hello, Danny,” Daphne said and handed him the keys. “We’re just here for lunch.”
He walked around to open Amber’s door, but she had already stepped out.
“Well, enjoy,” he said, and got into the car.
“He’s such a nice young man,” Daphne said as she and Amber walked up the wide stairs into the building. “His mother used to work for Jackson, but she’s been very ill the last few years. Danny takes care of her and is also working to put himself through college.”