You’re too cynical to trust anyone out of your core group.”
He didn’t disagree. Instead, he changed the subject. “There’s the bridge to home. Notice the sign on that post?”
“Yes.”
“What does it say?”
Here we go again. Isabel silently groaned. “Do not pass. The sign says, ‘Do not pass.’ Michael, are we going to argue again?”
Fortunately, her cell phone rang before he could get worked up thinking about their near misses while she was driving. She didn’t bother to see who was calling. A minute later she wished she had.
James Reid was on the line, and he was even more eager than the last time he’d called.
She decided to share the conversation with Michael and put Reid on speaker.
“You don’t want to miss out on this fantastic opportunity, Miss MacKenna. Really, you don’t. The price the Patterson Group will pay is quite high.” He added, “Yes, it is. You won’t get that much from anyone else, but you must act now. The deal could go away,” he warned. “And we don’t want that to happen.”
Isabel thought Mr. Reid sounded like a spokesman in a late-night television infomercial.
“I can’t make a decision yet. I’d like to see the land first.”
His tone suddenly changed, and now he sounded sincerely concerned. “Miss MacKenna, it would be most awkward if you were to come. Most awkward.”
She looked at Michael and rolled her eyes. James Reid was given to drama, she decided.
“And why is that?”
“You won’t be welcome. To most of the people around Glen MacKenna you’re a pretender and don’t deserve the land. They’ll be hostile. Why would you want to be put in that situation? It could be dangerous for you. Sell it now and be rid of the worry.”
She kept her voice pleasant. “You’ve given me quite a lot to think about. As soon as I make a decision, I’ll let you know.”
“When? When will that be?”
“As soon as I make a decision, I’ll let you know. Bye now.”
He was blabbering when she disconnected the call.
Arriving back at Nathan’s Bay, Michael parked the car and rushed around to open the door for Isabel, but she was already heading to the house.
“See you later,” she called over her shoulder.
Isabel had to get away from him. One minute she was arguing with him, and the next she was sharing her personal thoughts. She was suddenly feeling overwhelmed with frustration and confusion.
She never should have come to Nathan’s Bay. If she had had an inkling of how she would react to Michael, she would have gone home after graduation and flown to Scotland from there. Lust, she decided, was a terrible affliction, and she wanted no part of it.
Needing to get rid of some of her nervous energy, she changed into her workout clothes to go for a run. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize how hot the weather was until she was out in it. The sun beat down on her, and she was drenched with sweat by the time she returned to the house.
A cold shower revived her. She put on a different pair of shorts and a tank top, found her flip-flops, and went downstairs. She found Kate on the front porch sipping iced tea. Her long hair was up in a ponytail and she was fanning herself with a magazine. The second she spotted Isabel, she started talking. “How long were you in the sun? You’ve got a sunburn. Did you use sunscreen?”
“Of course I did,” she answered. “I want to talk to you about—”
It was as far as she got before Kate launched into her day. “I wish you had gone with us. I know you hate shopping, but you would have had fun with us. We stopped at the Hamilton for lunch, and there’s this fantastic women’s clothing shop in the back near the promenade. It’s called the Madison,”
she added. “I swear I wanted every dress. There were several that Regan and I thought you would look stunning in, so Regan put a hold on them and added quite a few casual outfits for you to try on.
We’ll go Thursday afternoon. You need a new wardrobe now that you’re out of college. I also deposited ten thousand dollars in your checking account this morning. You’ll need it for your expenses.”
“Kate, just because you and Dylan have money doesn’t mean you should support me. I’m not going to be a charity case. I’m giving the money back.”
“No, it’s a gift, Isabel. You’re my sister. Dylan and I want to help. Just say, ‘Thank you.’？”
Isabel couldn’t get her back up because Kate was being so sweet. “Thank you,” she said. “How long will the shop hold the clothes?”