She held out a hand in welcome to Zoe, but her eyes—a bolder, richer green than her gown— were all for Simon.
"Welcome." There was a lilt to her voice, echoing those of the foreign lands Zoe had once longed to see. "It's good to see you again. And such a pleasure to meet you, Simon, at last."
"Simon, this is Miss Rowena."
"Just Rowena, please, for I hope we'll be friends. Come in, won't you?" She kept Zoe's hand in hers, and touched the other to Simon's shoulder.
"I hope we're not late."
"No, not at all." Rowena stepped back, leading the way over the tile floor with its colorful mosaics. "Most of the others are here, but Malory and Flynn haven't yet arrived. We're in the parlor. Tell me, Simon, do you like calf's liver and brussel sprouts?"
He made gagging noises before he remembered his mother's order, but even as he caught himself Zoe was flushing. And Rowena's laugh flowed around them. "Since I feel exactly the same, it's fortunate they're not on the menu tonight. Our latest arrivals," she announced as she stepped into the parlor. "Pitte, come meet young Master McCourt."
Simon slid his gaze up to his mother, nudged her with his elbow. "Master," he said with great satisfaction, out of the corner of his mouth.
Rowena's lover matched her in looks. His powerful warrior's build was garbed in an elegant dark suit. His mane of black hair swept back from a strong face where the bones seemed carved under the flesh. His eyes, a brilliant blue, studied Simon as he lifted one elegant brow and extended a hand.
"Good evening, Mr. McCourt. And what can I offer you to drink?"
"Can I have a Coke?" "Certainly."
"Please, be at home." Rowena gestured.
Dana had already risen to cross the room. "Hey, Simon. How's it going?"
"Fine. Except I lost a buck because that guy and Brad are wearing suits."
"Bad luck."
"I'm going to go talk to Brad, okay, Mom?"
"All right, but—" She sighed as he dashed off. "Don't touch anything," she added under her breath.
"He'll be fine. How about you?"
"I don't know." She looked at her friend, one of the people she'd come to trust completely. The dark brown eyes looked back at hers with an understanding that only one other person could have. "I guess I'm a little wound up. Let's not think about it yet. You look great."
It was perfectly true. The dense brown hair fell in a sleek, swinging bell two inches below Dana's strong chin. It was a good look for her, if Zoe, who'd styled it, said so herself.
It relieved her that Dana had chosen a brick-colored jacket over the more formal black.
"Even better," she added, "you look happy." She lifted Dana's left hand to admire the square-cut ruby. "Jordanhas great taste in jewelry, and in fianc?es."
"Can't argue with that." Dana glanced back toward the sofa, where Jordan and Pitte were talking.
They looked, she thought, very much like the warriors who flanked the gates. "I got me a big, handsome guy."
They looked wonderful together, Zoe thought. Dana's sexy amazon build,Jordan 's tall, muscled frame. Whatever happened, or didn't, Zoe was glad they'd found each other again.
"I thought you would enjoy a glass of champagne." Rowena stepped over, offering Zoe bubbling wine in a carved crystal flute.
"Thanks."
"Your son is beautiful." Nerves took a backseat to pride. "Yes, he is. The most beautiful thing in my life."
"That makes you a wealthy woman." Rowena touched a hand to her arm and smiled. "He and Bradley appear to be fast friends."
"They hit it off," Zoe agreed.