Toni smiled. “She always did say she wanted a large wedding. I know Sally and Tara, of course—” she referred to the Beresford cousins “—but I don’t think I’ve met Andrea.”
“Andrea Benton.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.” She looked at him inquiringly.
“You’ve been out of the country awhile. Andrea’s father has been making the news for the past couple of years. Corporate takeovers, that kind of thing.”
“It doesn’t sound as if you like him.”
“I can promise you I like Andrea.” He let his gaze skim over her. Thinking, She doesn’t miss a thing.
“Should I read something significant into that?”
“You’re welcome to, if you like.” He smiled. “I don’t know that it means anything.”
“Just a friend of the family?” She shifted position so she could look at him. He was the most marvelous-looking man she had ever seen. Supremely self-assured, and it showed.
“Don’t press too hard, Toni,” he warned without sounding riled.
“Why, are you scared of matrimony?”
“That’s right, ma’am,” he drawled.
“Shame on you, Byrne. And you don’t like to get yourself into critical situations?”
“You’d better believe it.” He took his eyes off the control panel to stare at her. “There are no scandals in the Beresford family.”
“None whatsoever?” She couldn’t resist it. “Didn’t your granduncle have a mistress called Dolly?”
He laughed all of a sudden, and the laughter stayed in his eyes. “Lord, yes, I’d forgotten all about Dolly.”
“It’s what’s called selective memory. But I suppose if we stuck Dolly into the cupboard you’d have been a very worthy family. Maybe a bit starchy.” What the heck was she doing, being so irreverent?
“Okay, Antoinette, you’ve had your little bit of fun.”
“Only because you’re being pretty mean to me.”
He gave her a glance that spangled. “I’m sorry.”
She felt a kind of heat spread in her. “Okay, apology accepted. Anyway, I can’t talk. I have no immediate plans to get married, either. I’m a bit like you. I’m runnin’ scared.”
She hoped she might have tweaked his ego, but he laughed. “I guess I asked for that. Was it so bad moving in your mother’s circle?” he asked with surprising sympathy.
“Awkward.”
“If you needed money to come home, you only had to ask.”
“Do you honestly think I’d have approached you, Byrne?”
“You had Kerry.”
She paused, reflecting. “I don’t think Kerry and I will ever get back to what we were.”
“That’s nonsense!” He gave her a disapproving look. “He loves you.”
“He did when we were growing up. But somehow when I wanted to join Zoe he came to believe the Zoe side of me would triumph. It is scary the way I look like her. I even talk like her sometimes.” She smiled wryly. “Kerry never did identify with Zoe. He’s a Streeton through and through. In some ways, too, Kerry left Zoe out in the cold. He was very critical of her and her be-haviour from an early age. I think he felt shamed when Zoe flirted with every man in sight. He didn’t understand. Flirting is natural to her. She can’t stop it. After Zoe divorced Dad, Kerry. turned against her completely. I’m not defending Zoe for what she did, but I can see some things from her point of view.”
“Of course,” he conceded. “I would expect you to be loyal to your mother.”
She nodded, dappled sunshine playing over her hair and face. “There is a strong bond between us. The silver cord that can’t be severed. There’s nothing nasty about Zoe. She might astonish us all with the things she does, but she just has to do them. She’s like a woman caught in a fantasy world.”
“And you’re talking about going back?” He sounded amazed. “There’s nothing more you can do for her, surely? Obviously she gave you no guidance. Do you need her for all the little extras? I realise neither you nor Kerry got much out of your father’s estate except the property.”
“I can look after myself, Byrne.” She pressed her soft lips together.
“Doing what? You never did tell me.”
“I was always in demand tutoring English. I gained my degree.”
He looked at her in quick surprise. “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
“You can’t know everything, Byrne,” she said, not holding back on the sarcasm. “I’ve worked very hard.”
“Well, good for you.” His glance was full of approval. “I know you and Kerry did very well at school.”
“But you thought I was only enjoying myself?”
“Something like that,” he admitted dryly. Hell, they all had.
“Zoe didn’t want me to continue my studies. She thought, as a woman, I had no need of higher education, but I made my choice. I wasn’t going to bother Zoe with any demands for money.”
His eyes moved sharply to her face. “For the life of me I can’t figure out why. You were entitled. She got away with enough.” In fact, Zoe Streeton had taken her husband to the cleaners.
“I told you. Zoe made a few bad investments.” She didn’t say how bad they really were.
His handsome features tightened, but he remained silent.
“She hasn’t a head for business,” Toni said defensively. “Kerry didn’t write. And when I rang he sounded very remote.”
“That’s crazy,” he disagreed flatly. “All he wanted was for you to come home.”
“If he did, he never said so.” Toni had gotten the strong impression her brother preferred to cope alone. And then he had Cate.
Byrne’s scrutiny was intense, cutting through layers of her skin. “I’m not understanding this at all, Toni. Kerry was seriously concerned about you. He was under the impression you and your mother were leading a very giddy life.”
Toni shifted in her seat. Kerry hadn’t been wrong. It was an empty life Zoe had chosen for herself. A life involving self-indulgence, promiscuity, guile, suffering. A dreadful life, Toni thought, but she had tried very hard to protect Zoe and her interests while Zoe went around wondering aloud what was wrong with her daughter. It would have been funny, only the situations Zoe got herself into often landed her in trouble.
“All I can say is, I was there for my mother. What was I supposed to do, abandon her? I can’t renounce my responsibilities as her daughter. As I see it, it’s two-way traffic. She’s Kerry’s mother, as well, I might point out.”
His handsome features were thoughtful. “I should warn you he doesn’t want her at the wedding.”
“She’s coming anyway. It’s important to her.”
“Is she still as beautiful as ever?” he asked, getting a clear picture of Zoe with the prettiest little girl he had ever seen in her arms.
“Sometimes I think her beauty is indestructible.” Toni’s smile was soft. “She’s forty-seven but she looks thirty-five. She has wonderful skin.”
“Which