Part 3 (2/2)
”Same here. Manning says his case load has been crazy this year but things change when you get married.”
Caroline brushed her hair back and lifted her chin. Obviously, that wasn't the whole story but she couldn't share their losses without asking Debbie Mae for permission.
He went on. ”There couldn't have been a sudden spate of property development disputes in our little county not could Debbie's fourth graders need twice as much lesson planning as last year.”
”Maybe it's not just about being married. That sounds so...” She waved a hand, searching for the right word.
”Disloyal?” Brooks dropped the keys in his pants pocket and shrugged. ”But it's human nature, Finley. I know how you feel. I haven't seen Manning since the last reenactment, at the Battle of Champion Hill.” Brooks said that as if she'd remember exactly which month it was held. Although she teased him about what she'd once called his 'little obsession', she knew it wasn't just marking Civil War history; it was family time. Blanche raised funds for battle grounds and the boys were both die-hard Civil War buffs.
”Does he come visit you at Midlands much?”
”Not since the wedding. He keeps saying he will, but you know the rest.” He grinned. ”It's love. I'm not holding a grudge. She's perfect for him. Thoughtful, smart, funny. I'm glad they found each other.”
She almost missed a step, catching the toe of her sandal in the soft blue-green gra.s.s. ”You mean, you're glad I fixed them up. Without me none of that would have happened.” She paused, her gaze fixed on a distant point. ”When they first started dating, I sort of regretted it. She was with him all the time. Now I remind myself he could have ended up with someone we both hated.”
”Hm. I would have made an effort to get along with any woman he decided was the one he wanted to send the rest of his life with.”
”You think so? What if he'd chosen some fake-tan, big-haired bimbo for a wife? I worked hard to bring those two together. He needed someone who shared a lot of his interests, especially that nutty reenactment stuff you guys do. You know that Debbie Mae even bought some old tin cookware so she could join you two? She'll be cooking for the camp.”
”Really.” His tone wasn't overly enthusiastic and she wondered if he'd wanted to keep the reenactments as sacred brotherly bonding time. If she were Debbie Mae, she'd let them have it. Swatting mosquitos, eating off tin plates and was.h.i.+ng her hair in a creek wasn't her idea of a great time. History or no, sometimes a girl just had to lay down some ground rules. Sleeping on a real mattress was one of them.
”She's also planning a big party sometime this summer. I think she missed us.”
His lips tilted a bit. ”She does have a knack for entertaining. Her Super Bowl parties are the bomb. As for Manning. I don't think he would have married just any girl. You know, whatever the commercials say, men don't want an air-head for a wife.”
She rolled her eyes at him. ”There are exceptions to the rule, but you're not trying to insist that men will choose brains over beauty? I think we both know that's not true.”
He stopped, leaning back, taking her in from the top of her perfect blonde hair to the delicately painted toenails. ”I've always felt women put the greatest burden on themselves to be beautiful. I'm not saying you should all stop brus.h.i.+ng your teeth or shaving your legs, but women could always put more time into being interesting, than being beautiful.”
Her mouth dropped open a little bit and a small puff of air escaped, like he'd socked her in the stomach. ”Even if the entire female population swore off highlights and manicures, men would still choose the most beautiful woman in the group. It's just the way men are. No amount of women's lib will change that fact.”
”How can you, an educated woman, say something so s.e.xist?” His eyes went wide. ”What about gender equality? What about enlightenment? What about,” he gestured mutely at the s.p.a.ce between them, ”friends.h.i.+p?”
”All very good things. But no match for basic biology.” She sighed. ”I wish I were wrong, but I'm not.”
”If we're going to start pointing fingers, women are just as shallow. They'll choose the tallest man in the room, the one with the deepest voice and the biggest muscles. It doesn't matter if he can't string two words together, he'll have women falling all over him.”
”Ha!” She started toward the house, leaving him to follow in her wake. ”We may go for a quick look, but there's a difference between momentary distraction and enduring boring chit chat for the rest of your adult life. True attraction has to survive a twenty minute conversation.”
He'd caught up with her, his long legs keeping pace with her as she stalked toward the wide, sweeping veranda steps. ”Wait a minute.” He held out a small spray of forget-me-nots and tucked them into the soft loops of her chignon. His lips tugged up as he looked her over. ”Pretty.”
”You stole flowers and want to plant the evidence on me?” Her tone was arch but she couldn't help smiling a bit. Every girl likes to be called pretty. Which reminded her of the conversation currently derailed by a well-timed compliment. ”Hold on, are you trying to make a point?”
”No point. The color brings out the blue in your eyes.”
Caroline rolled those green-blue eyes at him and headed toward the steps.
”You know what the real kicker is? For men, it's not looks or brains. If all else is equal, women might choose the smarter man, but they'll always choose the richer one.”
She whirled on him. ”Patently false. I know plenty of women who have married down, even though women are statistically the ones who should be making conservative financial decisions.”
Brooks stepped forward, glaring down at her, the evening light glancing off his hair and casting his features into half-shadow. She could smell his cologne, not the everyday aftershave but the darker, muskier one he wore for parties. Even in high heels she had to tip her head back to meet his eyes. Their gazes locked and she stuck her fists on her hips, waiting for a nice little debate to begin. He never pa.s.sed up an opportunity to argue with her, even standing on the front lawn outside a party they should be attending.
She watched his lips start to twitch as if he'd thought of something amusing. She refused to blink. Of course he knew that women came out on the short end of the stick for pay scale and retirement packages. It was a fact. But if he thought he could say women always checked the bank statements before committing, he was dead wrong.
”Finley, name one.” His voice was a low drawl as if he'd check-mated her in a game of gender equality chess.
”Well, there was...” She felt her face start to burn. There were plenty of examples, but she couldn't think of any of them right now, standing on the front lawn of the Werlin estate while music poured out the open door.
He shook his head, a quirk to his lip signaling his refusal to laugh. ”Quite a list there.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets in that way he had, the way that said he was tallying up a point on his mental scoreboard.
”My limited knowledge isn't the final word on the subject. How about we make this party a test? We'll observe and make careful notes on interactions. But it has to be a clear case of beauty over brains. Nothing in between. We both have to agree the person, male or female, is...” She frowned, thinking.
”Not as bright as they are attractive, and not as attractive as they are rich?”
She nodded. It felt ungenerous to state it so baldly, but that was the reality. So many people spent hours at the gym and on their beauty regimes, but would never pick up a decent book.
”I don't like the idea of searching out examples of bad behavior just to win a bet.” Of course he wouldn't. Brooks was a firm believer in keeping one's nose in one's own business. ”But it won't hurt to simply observe, I suppose.”
”Exactly. We're not tricking anyone into anything. Now, let's get this party started before we miss all the fun and end up crawdad fis.h.i.+ng at the creek.”
He snorted. ”You've never been crawdad fis.h.i.+ng in your life.”
”True. But I could always start.”
Brooks couldn't help smiling back when Caroline flashed that brilliant smile. She could make the driest party seem like a bit of a sneaky adventure.
The chances of him winning the bet were good. It was a flimsy societal myth that men were brainless oglers. In reality men avoided being trapped in an intellectually unequal relations.h.i.+p just as much as women. He would have plenty of examples to state his case, he was sure of it.
Caroline's green eyes were narrowed, as if she was determined to march into this party and prove her point. Well, they'd just see, wouldn't they?
”Brooks, dear!” Mrs. Werlin was already crossing the ballroom, hands outstretched, as soon as they were ushered through the foyer. Her round face was creased in a wide smile and her pale blue eyes were wide with enthusiasm. Her midnight blue gown was elegant and timeless, like her historic home. He liked Mrs. Werlin for her commitment to preserving the region's history, but he loved her for her personality. He wasn't quite sure what she saw in Mr. Werlin, who was several decades older than she was and had all the magnetism of wet cardboard, but love had its own rules. ”I thought Blanche would be back by now. She's been gone for weeks!”
”She decided to take the extended cruise. Something about a s.h.i.+p full of hotties.” Brooks smiled, knowing Mrs. Werlin was perfectly clear on what Blanche was doing in the bright blue waters of the Caribbean Ocean, no matter what story his father had told this time around.
”Oh, my.” Mrs. Werlin shook her head but looked more delighted than dismayed. ”And Caroline, how lovely! I'm sorry you're mother wasn't able to come.”
”She was, too. The weather has given her a bit of a headache.” A faint pinkness bloomed on Caroline's cheeks and Brooks knew how awkward it was to use the same excuse time after time. Mrs. Ashley had debilitating headaches when it suited her. Otherwise, she was quite healthy.
”Give her my best.” She gave them both a fly-by kiss and waved toward the middle of the room. ”So many old friends have come to celebrate the completion of our new home. Thank you for coming tonight.”
”We're happy to be here,” Caroline said. ”I hope we didn't miss the tour.”
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