To the Highest Bidder

by Clare Connelly

  “I’m sorry we kept you,” she said with a lift of her slender shoulders. “Your father could not find his glasses and you know how gets about these things.” She grimaced. “God knows, I’ve told him to get his eyes done but he thinks the wire rimmed look makes him seem more intelligent.”

  Aurora adored Beatrice’s parents. Eccentric, snobbish and slightly dense at times, they were still two of the most kind-hearted people she’d ever known. Occasionally, she glimpsed their eccentricities in Beatrice, though she was more like Leonardo, really. And he was more like his late father than his step-father or mother.

  “That’s fine, mother. Believe it or not, but Aurora and I are quite capable of passing time together without you, father or Leo watching over us.”

  “No need for sarcasm, darling,” Rita chided softly. “An apology felt necessary given that we were over thirty minutes behind the allotted time.”

  “Thirty minutes?” Beatrice looked down at her slender gold wrist watch with a frown. When she looked back up, Leonard and Lucien were approaching the table. “Oh, shit,” she whispered under her breath. Game time.

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