Part 187 (1/2)

”Apparently he's on the mend.” She took time for a quick glimpse in the

hallway mirror. The deep, bold blue of the suede picked up the color of

her eyes. ”I have the last lot of prints from the tour. Dad's meeting

me there so.we can all argue about which ones are best.”

”I've got a meeting with Lady Annabelle.” Bev rolled her eyes. Behind

Emma, she glanced in the mirror, pausing to tighten her left earring.

”I'm not sure if she wants me to decorate her parlor, or just pump me

for information about how P.M. is in bed.”

Emma tucked her portfolio under her arm. ”You don't think she already

knows?”

Bev considered, then grinned. ”I'll certainly find out soon enough.”

She gave Emma a quick kiss on the cheek, then dashed.

Moments later, Emma popped into her Aston Martin. She tried to imagine

sweet, self-effacing P.M. with the brash, overdressed Lady Annabelle.

She couldn't. Then again, she'd never been able to see him with Angie

Parks.

She fought the traffic in grim, British style. She was glad that Drew

and his band had signed with Pete Page. If anyone could help push

Birdcage Walk to the top, it was Pete. Look what he'd done for

Blackpool, she thought with a sneer. The man was making a b.l.o.o.d.y

fortune doing commercials. She was well aware how furious Pete had been

when Brian had refused to endorse products or lend his music to

television ads-tossing away worldwide exposure and millions of pounds.

But she was proud of him. Leave it to Blackpool, she thought nastily,

then pulled into Stevie's estate.

She'd been pleased when he'd bought the old Victorian home and rolling