Tavish didn’t even flinch, his jaw locked so hard he thought he might break his teeth. He narrowed his eyes, struggling to decipher the enraged woman before him. “And what would you know about real life, Mrs. Leibowitz? So rich, so pampered.”
Wrath seized Sophia. “As if,” she snorted, bitterly. “My lord, you have no idea what I know about life. But you’re not going to see me complaining or judging others unfairly. You want to be miserable, be miserable. By yourself. Don’t bother the ones who are trying to rebuild their lives. Leave your brother and me alone.” Sophia’s face flushed as she became breathless with rage.
He bared his teeth at her in an animalistic gesture. “But that’s not what you want, is it, Mrs. Leibowitz? You can fool all of them, but you don’t fool me. This time I won’t let Alistair and our family be hurt.”
This guy is really crazy. “Huh?”
“I see the way you look at me. You want me too. You want us both.”
Sophia’s mouth dropped open. “What?” she whispered.
“Aye, Alistair and me. In your bed. Isn’t this-”
Sophia slapped him hard. “Enough!”
He backed away, unsteady, and put his hand on his burning cheek.
“You’re arrogant, presumptuous, and sick. I don’t know where you got that warped idea from. And I don’t have to listen to you.”
She turned, determined to leave the pool just as the doors opened and Alistair, Alice, and Leonard entered, laughing.
Alice was the first to notice the strained air between Sofia and her brother. She paled.
Leonard stopped mid-stride by her side.
Surprise flickered in Alistair’s face.
And Sophia froze in place.
“What’s going on here?” Alistair frowned and his face became dark when he saw Sophia’s hand imprinted on Tavish’s cheek. “Tavish Uilleam?” he asked ominously.
Sophia looked over her shoulder at Tavish. It felt like he had no intention of answering his brother and Sophia wondered why. He looked thoughtfully at her for a second, as if waiting for a response from her.
“A… misunderstanding.” Tavish answered finally.
“Sophia?” Alistair walked up to her, scowling.
She looked at Alistair’s handsome face and recalled Alice’s plea and her pledge in return. Determined, Sophia schooled her face and focused her gaze on Alistair’s green linen shirt. It doesn’t matter why Tavish spoke like that. Not anymore. I stood my ground and said my piece. She peered at the red mark on Tavish’s face and smiled, unbidden. Yeah, I said my piece all right. Feeling lighter, she decided to let it go. “It’s like he said. A misunderstanding.”
Tavish shoved his brother aside. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her to him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really am. I mistook you for someone else.”
Sophia’s eyes opened wide. The gesture and words were so unexpected. She glanced at Alistair, who was rooted to the ground, looking at the scene. His lips tightened in one harsh line.
“Apology accepted,” she whispered back and disengaged from his hold and walked to Alistair’s side. She put her arm around his waist. Alistair put his arm loosely over her shoulder.
Before one of them could say a word, Alice blurted out, “What a beautiful outfit, Sophia.”
Sophia sagged inwards, thankful for the remark. “Thanks, Alice, Felipe brought the sari from India, and Victoria made it for me.” She inhaled quietly trying to calm her emotions and smiled at her friend, “She is studying fashion design at the Polimoda Institute in Florence and she’s quite talented.”
“There’s a wonderful fashion school in London, too. Our mother studied there.” Alice caught her hand and pulled her to the farthest reclining chair, sitting by her. “Why did she choose Florence?”
“Oh, you know how twins are. Valentina was awarded a scholarship at Lorenzo de’ Medici, where she studies art and interior design, so Vic followed. She wanted to go to Paris but Val didn’t want to lose her scholarship.”
Alice stared into Sophia’s eyes and asked in a whisper, “What happened, Sophia?”
“Nothing, Alice. Nothing.” There’s no need to upset Alice, Sophia. Besides, he apologized.
“He must have done some-”
“I’ve accepted his apology. It’s all fine.” Sophia tilted her head and asked, “He said,” she made quotes in the air, “he mistook me for someone else. What did he mean by that?”
Alice sighed, “Sophia, Heather was…” She waved her hand in the air, forlornly, “She was despicable. Tavish Uilleam hated her. From the very beginning.”
“But what happened to make him hate her so much?”
“I don’t know. They were best friends, Alistair Connor and Tavish Uilleam. But Alistair didn’t heed his advice. He’s too stubborn. He was young and in love.” She shook her head, dejected, “She was a ravishing woman. And a seductress. Men fell at her feet like leaves in autumn. Alistair was the richest and most handsome of them all. She trapped him in her diseased, dark net.”
Sophia’s jealousy raged so that the two last sentences didn’t register.
So, Heather was Aphrodite. And Alistair had been in love with her. She felt her heart constrict in her chest with sadness. You know the drill, Sophia. That is why he doesn’t want another serious relationship. He probably misses her still. She felt unhappy for him and for herself.
Sophia tilted her head to the side and looked thoughtfully at the three handsome men talking at the other side of the pool. She only saw Alistair. How will I measure against his first love?
He caught her looking at him and flashed his stunning smile at her.
Tavish noticed the exchange and looked at Leonard, with his brows raised. Tavish saw a hint of love in Alistair’s smile, something not seen in a long while.
In fact, he had never seen Alistair smile like that at any woman. Never
5.18 p.m.
Hand in hand, Sophia and Alistair strolled in the gardens, headed toward the maze. The sun just beginning to set. The sky started to color pink and orange, turning an already lovely landscape into a superlative vista.
“Your brother is quite the contradiction,” she said, hesitantly, her hand brushing the trimmed leaves of the cypress hedges that formed the enormous maze. “He’s mean one moment, then nice the next. Even with you, he has mercurial moods. Threatening one moment, then protective. He’s so difficult to figure out.”
“He’s distrustful of you and it’s my fault,” he scowled and thinned his lips. “Give him some time to know you. He’ll come around.”
“And in spite of his rudeness, I like him. A lot. He’s intelligent, creative, and caring. He’s very protective of your family. But he’s also very stern.”
“You’d have liked the Tavish from before the war. He was quick-witted, always high-spirited. He used to make everyone around him laugh,” he sighed. “Now, he’s blue and serious.”
“What happened?”
“He never talks about it with us. All we know is, after being a prisoner of war for months, he was shot in the thigh during his escape. He was captured, probably ambushed, when tending to a corporal who stepped on a mine in the street. Both were captured. The corporal died. We don’t know how. He never talks about it. We know nothing more.”
“He doesn’t talk? At all?”
“Nae,” Alistair shook his head. “He sees his shrink in London, twice a week, but that’s all.”
They sat on a bench in the middle of the maze and Alistair put an arm around Sophia’s shoulders, entwining the hair that fell over it in his fingers.