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Tall and leanly built like her brother, with a short, sleek cap of black hair and flawless skin, she looked like she’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine.
“Are you settling in?” Anna asked as Sonya took the coat to the closet to hang. “It’s such a spectacular house.”
“I’m making headway.”
And needed to make friends and contacts, she thought.
“Why don’t we take this cake back to the kitchen and try it out? I’ll make coffee.”
“I’d love to—if you could make that tea for me. I’ve had my one miserly cup of coffee today.” She laid a hand on her belly as they walked. “That’s all we’re allowed.”
“Oh. Well, congratulations.”
“Thanks. We’re thrilled. I’ve hit my second trimester, and got theall clear. So other than my family, my husband Seth’s family, and a few select friends, you’re the first to know.”
She paused outside the office. “Trey said the painting’s your father’s work.”
“It is.”
“I’ve always loved it. I’m so sorry Collin and your father never had a chance to be brothers.”
“So am I. I was just thinking they’d have liked each other. They had a lot in common, I’m finding out. My friend calls it twin synergy. I think I saw tea in here.”
Anna gestured to a cabinet. “I helped Mom stock you up. Do you mind?”
“Go ahead. I appreciate all your family’s done to make this easy on me.”
“Can’t be easy.” Anna opened the cupboard, selected a tea from what Sonya noted were half a dozen choices. “Finding out you had an uncle, and finding out the way you did. Relocating, adjusting to a place like this.”
She filled a copper kettle as she spoke, obviously at home.
“We were Collin’s family, so we want to do what we can. We hope you’ll stay, first because he did.”
She got out two dessert plates, a cake knife, forks.
“And next because my dad and my brother both liked you. I thought I’d take a chance and drop by, see if I did.”
If Cleo asked for three words to describe Anna Doyle, Sonya would have said fresh, free, and gorgeous.
“How am I doing?”
“You asked me in. That’s a good start.”
“I asked you in even though you look like a glossy ad for casual chic, and I’m in old sweats. I should get more points.”
“You would, except you look good in the old sweats. It’s a wash.” She cut two generous slices of cake marbled brown and gold. “Plus, I brought cake. And I’m willing to gossip if you have any questions about Poole’s Bay. Trey’s more discreet.”
“I’ll take you up on that when I’ve met more people. I did meet John Dee.”
“A hunky sweetheart, and his husband’s adorable. Kevin owns and runs the shop where I sell my pottery. Or the shop in Poole’s Bay where I sell some of it.”
“You’re a potter?”
When the water boiled, Anna poured it over the tea bags in two cups. “I am. It started out as a hobby, and grew. How’s the cake?”
“You could be a baker.”
“Baking’s a thinking-time thing for me, or a relaxing thing. But it’s damn good cake. I don’t know anything about what you do. Graphic art, graphic design. So I checked out your website. It’s impressive.”
