“That’s fine, Granny. I understand. This is a lot to ask—”

“I never said no. You merely caught me by surprise. When are you thinking of carrying through with this plan?”

“Daddy is anxious for Mamie to marry, so once she is settled he will undoubtedly turn his attention to me. I have a short amount of time, perhaps a year. Maybe more.”

“Let me think on it, then. I am neither agreeing nor am I refusing. But this does deserve more careful consideration.”

“Oh, I have. Given it careful consideration, I mean.”

“Yes, but I have not. So allow me to sit with my thoughts and I shall give you an answer soon.” She edged forward on the sofa to retrieve the papers on the table. “Do me a favor, will you? Give these papers to your father.”

Florence accepted the stack. “Of course. Are they about the building development?”

“I couldn’t say. I haven’t opened any of the letters sent here in the past few months that appeared remotely related to this building development. That is everything I have, so let your father sort through it. Perhaps he’ll find something useful.”

“All right, I will. I shall keep my fingers crossed.”

“Me, too. I want to see my great-grandchildren raised in this house.” Granny gave her a pointed glance. “Even if their mother runs a casino.”

“I know you do. Though I don’t think any of the neighbors will invite me over for tea.” They both knew society would turn its back on her if she followed through on her dream.

“Good thing there are no neighbors left, then.”

The grim reminder caused Florence to wince over her previous choice of words. “I’m sorry.”

“No apologies necessary. We mustn’t hide from the truth. Now, run along. I’ve got ten ladies coming in a few minutes to discuss the guest list for the ball.”

Florence rose and went over to kiss her grandmother’s cheek. “Thank you for hearing me out. Take heart. If you do sell the house then you may always move in with us up the street.”

“Me, live with your father? I love him dearly, but no thank you.”

Some days, Florence felt the same way.

Clay stared at the blond head angled over the ledgers spread over his desk. He then considered other things he might soon spread over his desk, and his body reacted swiftly. Heart pumping, blood racing. His palms itched to feel her soft skin and make her moan. Florence had arrived only an hour ago and he was already thoroughly distracted with the want of her.

You’re acting like a fool over this woman.