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August 2005
Kansas City, Missouri
TIENNE LAMONTAGNE DIDNT LOOK UP from the table in his work-

shop where he had been assembling a component to go in his lifes work.

Then he simply continued to fiddle with it because he didnt want to
gape at the young woman in the doorway.
She was gorgeous: tall, blonde, curvy, with legs to her neck, and a
face to launch a fleet of ships.
And he was married, albeit in the middle of divorcing. He shouldnt
even be thinking this way.
He wanted her to go away.
Get me a Dr. Pepper, he barked without looking up.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her bottom lip go slack. And he
wanted to kiss it.
More than he wanted to build Whittaker House.
If her blueprints were anything to go by, she was brilliant.
And young.
No, she said calmly.
She shouldnt have done that. Now he really wanted to kiss her.
Oh? You think youre my equal?
I know Im your equal.
Damn. She had him. When was the last time Tess had talked to
him like that?

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Oh, Tess.
His heart was breaking over one woman and here he sat, suddenly
and unexpectedly salivating over another. Maybe he really was as irresponsible and immature as Tess thought he was.
He looked at her from under his brows to see her watching him
speculatively and was not surprised to know she found him attractive.
Everyone did.
Fuck me, he muttered in French.
Was that an invitation? she said, still in that calm tone.
He was in so much trouble.
No, he snarled. Bring me those plans and keep your hormones to
At least until his divorce was final.
her massive bathroom
watching herself unpin her straight black hair from its sleek French
twist. The lack of neon streaks still made her feel naked, and she hadnt
had them in years. Her earringsone pairwere simple gold studs.
She had a short string of pearls around her neck, over the soft mint
cardigan that made a sweater set a sweater set. The long sleeve of her
prim white blouse hid her right wrist, tattooed with a circuit board
bracelet, symbolizing her first building project, the one shed built with
her husband when they were newlyweds, stupid in love.
Who would soon not be her husband.
She couldnt bear to look at that tattoo, which matched the one on
his right wrist.
It killed her, what shed done, in an effort to make him see what his
constant hounding was doing to her.
It was always the same: Go draw, Tess.

A shadow crossed in the mirror, came out of the darkness of the

bedroom and into the light of the bathroom toward her. He came to a
halt behind her, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at her in the
And he was naked.
Well over six feet of Dunham brawn, hardened and shaped by lifting heavy pieces of machinery all day in his workshop and on build
sites. Thick red-mahogany waves long past his shoulders, a cluster of
tiny braids at each temple, pulled back and tied. Medium-sized gold
hoops in his ears, and from behind his left earlobe, down his neck,
across his jaw, stark rays of black ink symbolizing the first building
theyd built together. It matched the one beginning at the nape of her
neck and radiating out and across her back like art deco angel wings.
His nose was long and strong with a slight bump in the middle, his lips
thin and carved, his cheekbones high. His ice blue eyes burned into
He looked like an eighteenth-century rogue standing there with his
head lowered, looking up at her from under his strong brow, his jaw
He took her breath away.
He always would.
She couldnt do this. She didnt want to give him up, give up the life
theyd built together, devastate the children over their differing priorities.
He looked at her clothing and sneered. Get that off, he said, his
French accent thickening as it usually did when he was aroused. Or angry. Or both.
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He bared his teeth in a snarl. I have been telling you why for the
last three years.
Tell me a different way.
Ive tried every way I know how and Im tired of trying. He
reached out then, caught her pearls, twisted his hand until the string
broke and sent pearls scattering and pinging everywhere.
She rolled her eyes. That got my attention, all right, she drawled
Get it off, he snarled. I cannot stand you looking like that.
She didnt care for it much, either, but she wasnt a teenager anymore. Oh, do you mean like an adult? I think its rather flattering. It
was very flattering, but that didnt mean she liked it. She raised her eyebrow. Youre trying to pick a fight.
And youre going to give me one, he shot back.
The mirror made it easier for her to arrange her face to show the
exact degree of snarky boredom that would drive him over the edge.
Call off the divorce, Tess.
Indeed she would. First thing in the morning. And then she would
call a marriage counselor. She didnt understand why he didnt like her
in the supportive-wife-and-mother role, and he didnt understand why
it was important to her to be that. But right now shed give him that
screaming fight he wanted and then have angry sex all night and then
go out tomorrow morning to start making it right.
The appropriate tool was a marriage counselor, not a divorce lawyer, and shed never been one to use a hammer to drive a screw. Would
that she had chosen the screwdriver to begin with.
She pressed her palms into the vanity and arose slowly, her jaw tight,
returning his hard stare with an equally hard one. She turned, her gaze
going straight to his erection and his orange pubic hair and a tattoo of a

ravena symbol of the last building shed designed, the one hed poweredand was the companion to her own tattoo there.
That generator had taken them from upper middle class to wealthy,
and her building had made her one of green architectures hot young
darlingsbefore her mother reminded her that children didnt get fed
nor houses cleaned on the back of pretty little awards. That had to be
I have tried, she began calmly, to be the kind of wife I was supposed to be. I have done everything I was supposed to do to make your
life as easy as possible because you are the breadwinner.
That killed her.
He snarled.
And yet you continue to say I have more important things to do
than raising kids and keeping a clean house and doing the house books
and making sure the yard and house are maintained so, you know, it
wont fall down on us!
You do have more important things to do. Design a damned building!
I dont have time!
You have plenty of time! he roared.
If you helped me in the least bit, I might actually have time!
I do help you. I have helped you. I have offered to buy you an entire housekeeping service to help you. But you refused. And yet, you tell
me you dont have time. Why can you not find your way to your office?
Your office, Tess! A whole room in this house dedicated to you and
what you were born to do, and you cant manage to get your butt in that
chair for the last I-dont-know-how-many years.
He didnt understand. He refused to.
You know all those flowers-and-sunshine, wavy-wheat-and-daisyfield, sappy-theme-song fantasies we had about having kids? His nostrils

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flared. Its not real! Somebody has to be the adult in this marriage, tienne,
and Im it and Im going to stay it.
Thats the problem, he said low, grasping her wrist to pull her into
the bedroom. She bashed her shin on her vanity chair and stumbled
after him because his grip was murder.
But when she got her feet under her, she stopped and heaved backward. He barely noticed.
She threw herself at his back, her elbow digging into a kidney. He
fell forward on the bed with a grunt, but still had her wrist, so she went
with him.
Suddenly her mouth was opened by his and her tongue found its
way into his mouth with no hesitation whatsoever. She closed her eyes
and breathed her desire into him, reaching up and grabbing fists full of
his thick, coarse hair to pull him closer.
You drive me insane, he growled as he left her to crawl to the middle of the bed. He sat, his knees up and wide, his erection standing
proud, teasing her. He wrapped his big hand around her wrist and
dragged her to him across the silk counterpane. She rose to her knees in
front of him, daring him to rip her clothes off her.
Knit sweaters and skirts dont rip so well.
I hate these, he muttered while his talented fingers deftly undid
her buttons. Take it off.
Say your right words, she purred.
He leveled her a look of pure animal lust. How you turn my world,
you precious thing.
It only took a few seconds for her to divest herself of her adult
clothes until she was as nude as he was. She stared down at him from
where she knelt between his legs. He returned it right before he reached
around her and jerked her to his body.

He tilted his head back to welcome her kiss, which she gave him,
tilting her head to get her tongue in his mouth as far as she could. It
was his turn to moan softly.
She was stupid to think she could let this man go. Twenty years.
Five kids. And this. Still. Most people their age werent so lucky.
tienne, she whispered into his mouth, straddling his thigh, then
his hips. She lowered herself on his erection, feeling it slide up into her
still-tight sheath.
Tess, he sighed, covering her butt with his enormous hands and
stroking down, spreading her apart. He lowered his knees so she could
move more freely over him, so she could rub her breasts against the
coarse hair on his chest the way she liked, so she wasnt confined in
whatever she wanted to do to him.
She kissed him frantically while she rode him hard, her hands over
his face to keep him to her. She felt his coarse hands slowly slide over
her butt, up her back, into her hair.
Go back to your drawing board, Tess.
What? she sighed, not really caring.
He pulled away from her and clasped her chin in his hand. Tight. Yet
their mouths were a bare breath apart. Go back to your drawing board.
A memory flashed through her mind, when theyd been married for
six months, and she had excused herself from the bed theyd been in for
hours and hours to draw.
Yes, she sighed.
Hed protested she could work on that later, but he didnt understand. She had to. What she had designed had been not just visionary, but
divinely inspired, something she couldnt have drawn before shed become
a woman in his arms. And when she was done twenty-four hours later,
she had gone back to bed with even more to give her new husband.

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Please, Tess, he said. Please.

Not right now, she gasped, and threw her head back, breaking his
grip, arching her hips harder into his.
Things to do tomorrow, she breathed vaguely, because her orgasm
was building, there, right there.
She kissed him when she went over the edge because she wanted to
scream and there were still kids in the house. He kissed her back, frantically, almost desperately, and continued to do so as he gritted his satisfaction and thrust up into her. She came again when he did, though it
was a tiny orgasm.
They stayed that way, their chests heaving, connected, in their favorite position, the one where she wasnt so much shorter than he was.
The one where they could talk. The one where she was one of her
buildings and he was one of his engines.
Go draw, he growled, and suddenly his tone was piercing through
her lust-fogged brain. It was a command, an order. A plea.
She pulled away from him slowly, but it was dark and the bathroom light didnt give her enough to see into his eyes. But his mouth
was tight. His jaw tense. And he would not stop looking at her.
Now? she asked carefully.
Oui! he barked, but did not release her. Now! Now, tomorrow,
the next day, the day after that. Go into your office and draw something.
Even if she hadnt had plans for the next day, even if she had any
ideas, she wouldnt be able to draw because she had to be in the zone
and she never had enough time for that to happen.
But he wanted it so badly. Why?
I cant tomorrow, she began gently. I have to call my

Whatever it is, it can wait! he snarled. Godesignme

She decided to not argue because he seemed to be on the edge of actually getting it out, whatever it was. Why is this so important to you? I
mean, why now? Youre begging. And tienne did not beg for anything.
There had to be a catalyst. What happened?
I met a woman today, he hissed.
Her heart dropped into her stomach and she couldnt breathe.
And I want a chance to salvage what we hadwhat we started out
withbefore I go fall in love with someone else. I love you, Tess. I always have and I always will, but this She slapped me in the face today, looking at her, hearing the you I married. So now Im telling you
what I want, which isyou design me a fucking building itll take me a
year to figure out how to power! And do it tomorrow.
Her chest was heaving. Another woman. No. It couldnt be. It
couldnt possibly be.
Could it?
If you dont, Ill give you the divorce you want, and I will go hard
and fast after this girl.
Girl? she choked.
Twenty-four. An architect. One Ill be working with for the next
two years to build a building you designed twenty years ago. Remember
those plans? The ones with the concepts your professors said couldnt
be done? The ones I swore I would find a way to power? And now its
twenty years later and its not visionary anymore. Why am I so often
the only one in the world who can build what people need? The one
architects draw their ambitious plans for so often? Because I figured out
how to power your buildings so long ago. Because of you, forcing me to
work twenty years into the future. I could power Whittaker Housea


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stupid niche hotel in the Ozarks!in my sleep, but now Im powering

it for her!
Tess thought her body would shatter into a million pieces. She
stared at her husband, her lover, her best fr
A best friend wouldnt do this to her, would he?
I just saw those plans again By an architect older than you when
you drew yours. They arent even her conceptstheyre her clients.
And her client is a chef! A chef has more vision than this girl has. Its
twenty years later. You have to have something left. Look into the future, Tess. For me. Please tell me its not gone, that the housekeeping
didnt destroy it.
Another woman. Tears overflowed her eyes onto her cheeks. She
couldnt have spoken if she wanted to. She could not physically speak
to tell him her plans for tomorrow. She was hyperventilating, gasping
for air.
He was still talking, still pleading, still begging her for a design. She
barely heard a word.
Another woman.
Why am I not building this with you, Tess?
Another woman.
Why am I building it with a girl who can implement it but cant
conceive it?
Another woman.
What we built together are masterpieces! And then you just fell
off the face of the industry. You trashed our business, our partnership,
our reputationsand for what?! Baking chocolate cakes! Tess! We
made art!
And children. Dont forget the children.

We made children together, Tess. Good ones. Smart ones. Why

did we have to stop there? Why didnt we get back to building masterpieces?
She pushed away from him, scrambling, sobbing, trying to catch
her breath so she could speak and tell him what she needed to, but she
choked, coughed, hacked on her own spit, and she slid off the bed and
stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the doors and dropped to her
knees in front of the toilet.
She was still puking when the bedroom door slammed shut.

1: Craftsman
September 2010
Kansas City, Missouri

this Sunday morning

as she walked from the churchs parking lot to the front doors. Fall was
in the air. Her church job was all caught up and her list of duties was in
order for passing on to whoever her successor would be. Her middle
daughter had been stable the last three days. And she had a meeting
tomorrow that might be the final step in the vindication of her career
and marriage.
Even if the venture capital meeting in the morning didnt turn out
as well as rumor said it would, after the phone call shed gotten early
this morning confirming her suspicions as to the quality of Whittaker
House, nothing could get to her.
She grinned at the turning trees. The Little Hotel in the Ozarks
was an utter disaster. Oh, it wasnt going to fall down on anybodys
head. It did exactly what it had been built to do. And by all reports,
Vanessa Whittaker, its owner, was ecstatic over it, but why shouldnt
she be? She was a chef. She wouldnt know any better.
Tess did.
Yes, it did what it had been built to do, but it did not do what it
should have been designed to doeven then its architect hadnt done
the job.
The only thing that had saved that building was its engineer.
Every architect older than forty whod been working in green energy


their entire careers knew what Whittaker House should have been, even
if the rest of the industry didnt. And that was its tragedy.
But those architects were few and far between, and Tess was a villain in hipster green-energy circles, the one in which Whittaker
Houses young architect ran.
I dont give a crap about the environment.
She was infamous for that statement, its qualifier having gotten lost
long before: All I care about is the most efficient, cost-effective way to decouple
the property owner from energy providersin a structure thats not so butt-ugly
youd need eyeball bleach to look at it. It is incidental that everything I do is also
good for the environment.
And her husex-husband had to know exactly how big a screw-up
Whittaker House really was.
Not that she would ever ask, nor would he admit it to her, but if Tess
had her name all over it like tienne did, shed want to run away to hide
from the shame of it, too. Nia Desmond was still riding high on her wave
of fraudulent popularity because very few people would ever know how
average Whittaker Houses architect was, not even the architect herself.
Tess could hardly blame her for that. The girl didnt know what she
didnt know.
Didnt matter. It was enough that Tess knew, that her firm knew,
that a few key architects around the world knew, and, most importantly, that tienne most certainly would know.
Tess nearly bounced into the building, then into the chapel, and she
couldnt stop smiling. She found her seat next to her cous ex-cousinby-marriage, the husband, and their toddler, and plopped herself and
her tote down.
Today, it only annoyed her a little bit that she still had to remind
herself she wasnt married. Of course, the fact that she was still wearing


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her wedding ringbut only because it was pretty and she felt naked
without itdidnt help.
Well arent you chipper this morning! Giselle said, then lowered
her voice. Did you get laid or something?
Tess scowled at her. It wasnt funny, but Giselle didnt know that
so she took Tesss scowl as a joke. Didnt matter. It wasnt enough to
dampen her spirits.
Hey, Tess, said Giselles husband.
Hey, Bryce. My life could not possibly be any better at the moment. You know that hemp project Ive been working on since forever?
The four-twenty? We have a VC meeting tomorrow morning and if
the rumors are right, itll be fully funded and then some.
Giselles face lit up. Thats great!
But Tess couldnt explain further because other people came trickling into the chapel and interrupted the rest of her news, which was just
as well. Tess needed a little weight hung on her buoyant mood before
she popped of joy or started to cry, whichever came first.
At her mother-in-laws voice, she stood and turned to collect her
hug. Harriet LaMontagne had always loved and championed Tess, even
though Harriet and Soon-hee Chun, Tesss mother, should never have
been put in the same room together.
Wheres Kelly?
At Darcys so Jeremy could take a break.
Poor boy needs one.
Tess couldnt agree with that more.
Hey, Aunt Harrie, Giselle called.
Good morning, Giselle, she returned. Bryce. She smiled at Duncan, then got back to the thing Tess knew was most important to both

of them. And Darcy? she asked quietly.

Tess lowered her voice, too. Lucid three days. Jeremy tried another
OB, though.
The old one said he didnt have any drugs he could give her that
wouldnt harm the baby, and theyre still on the fence about when they
can do a C-section.
Harriet pulled in a deep breath and released it slowly. This is going
to be a long nine weeks.
And they already had twenty-three weeks behind them.
Have you talked to Tabitha lately? When will she be coming for a
Shes as bubbly as ever. The girls a born mother, but Dave cant get
away and Tabby doesnt want to travel alone with a baby and a toddler.
Oh, I dont blame her. Harriet smiled, her happiness deep and
warm, then looked at Tesss regular pewmates. Giselle, she called, are
you available Saturday to go to Darcys? Can you pick me up at nine?
Giselle was being used as a jungle gym by her toddler, but she nodded. Sure.
Thank you, Tess breathed.
Harriet patted her hand. I know you need time to do what you do,
and Ill do what I can to make sure you get that time. I wish I had
Ah, before
Before tienne and Tesss marriage had fallen apart.
Harriets eyes were moist. I learned my lesson with Victoria, then
did nothing when you and tienne needed help. I cant seem to do anything my twins actually need.
Dont, Tess murmured, taking and squeezing her hand comfortingly. Its not your fault. You had a husband and a daughter who


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needed you, and my mother took the opportunity to edge you out. I
wasnt about to ask you for more.
Tess, I would have, but I was conflicted. You are her child, not
mine, and I didnt think it was my place.
And my mother appropriated tienne as her own, too. tienne is
your son, not hers. I should have grabbed hold of you and never let you
go, and now I have and I am grateful for any help.
Harriet bit her lip and looked away. I wish I could bring tienne
back to you, but I still cant find out where he is. I thought he would go
to Spain eventually, but Victoria hasnt seen him, hasnt heard from
him, doesnt know how get hold of him. She says she hasnt sensed that
he needs her, so she hasnt worried.
Tess really didnt believe that tienne hadnt gone to his twin once
in five years. What about Emilio?
Harriets mouth tightened. He put his foot down and said he refuses to discuss tienne at all and to quit asking.
Tess and Harriet traded a significant look. That meant Emilio Bautista, Victorias husband, knew exactly where tienne was and what he
was doing. Emilio was Tesss ally by dint of the fact that he was a
LaMontagne in-law, too, and could handle both twins personalities
with ease. In fact, hed been Tesss only link to sanity in the very first
days and weeks after tienne left and headed to the Ozarks.
But he was also tiennes ally by dint of the fact that Emilio had his
own sins to account for. After all, it wasnt every day a mans wife
opened her front door to find his illegitimate son desperately in need of
a family. Victorias only consolations were that the child was quite a bit
older than their marriage, and shed been prepared for the possibility.
Thus, Emilio was balancing his conflicting empathy for both Tess
and tienne, doing what he could for each of them without actually

interferingwhile being married to the female version of tienne.

It was a wonder the man still had his sanity.
Hey, Abula. Aunt Tess.
Harriets face lit up at the seventeen-year-olds greeting. Tess was
impressed with how sharp her nephew was and how much he looked
like his father. You came! Did you not have a rodeo today?
Tonight, Manolete Bautista said as he hugged and kissed his
grandmother, then Tess. He shook Giselles and Bryces hands when he
was introduced.
Did you find out how long are you staying? Harriet asked.
Middle of November, he answered with alacrity and a slight
Spanish accent. Theres a two-day wrap-up training session after the
closing ceremony that I need to stay for. After that, I dont know.
What I do know is while Im here, I need to find a tailor who can teleconference with my dads to take measurements because I outgrew my
costume. I cant just hop a plane to Madrid in the middle of the American Royal, and those things take forever to make.
Ill take you to mine, Bryce rumbled and dug into his suit coat for
a business card. Text me tomorrow. If he cant or wont do it, Ill find
someone else.
Will do, thanks.
When are you going to Colombia? Tess asked.
He ignored that and looked at his grandmother. Mom and Papa
are coming for Christmas. Did you know? Harriet gasped in delight,
then he looked at Tess. My debut is at the end of January, but Papa
wants to spend a month getting me out of the clown groove and back
into the matador groove.
Tesss eyebrows rose. You sound conflicted.
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I see your problem there, Tess said with mock sympathy. Emilio
had spent time being a rodeo clown and hed known when Manolete
left home to do the same it was a possibility, if not a probability.
Hi, Aunt Harrie.
Tesss jaw swung out with disdain at the sound of that baritone.
Manolete disappeared with a wave, and Tess began to steam.
Good morning, Morgan. You need Tess?
President Chun, you mean?
Oh, ward business. Wheres your mother?
Shes coming, he drawled.
This ex-cousin-by-marriage (there were so many!) wanted as much
to do with Tess as Tess wanted to do with him, which was less than
zero. For him, the ex part came so easily.
But he was the second counselor to the bishop and she was the president of the wards womens auxiliary, Relief Society. Or, well, she had
been before shed asked the bishop to release her so she could concentrate
on Darcy. It was the nature of the beast, to deal with people one despised
to get the Lords work done in the building of the kingdom of Zion.
Brother Ashworth, she said with airy contempt.
I need to have a few minutes with you during Sunday school.
Clerks office.
Not happening.
On the ward hierarchy, Tess was level with or a little above Morgan, depending on ones point of view, and she made sure he did not
forget it.
You know my rule, Morgan. Three choices: We do this by email,
Giselle comes with me, or I will go to the bishop and let you explain to
him why I dont want to talk to you.

He drew in a slow, deep breath that meant he was trying to keep

hold of his temper. He looked over her head and spoke slowly. Stiffly.
Giselle cant this time because it involves things we need to wrap up
before youre released from the Relief Society presidency, which involves the needs of people in the ward.
She didnt fear Morgan; she just couldnt stand him. She should be
meeting with the bishop, because he was her direct superior. Why
Morgan insisted on performing this duty, she didnt know, but she
wasnt going to cooperate.
You tell the bishop I will meet with him and only him. You can
frame it any way you want. I wont even mind if you make me out to be
the Wicked Witch of the West. It should be easy enough to do since
youve had so much practice at it.
He winced. Slightly.
Giselles snicker made him flush. Even Bryce chuckled.
Tess could not have prayed for a more wonderful Sunday.
Ill email you, he said tightly and made his way to the dais.
Tess sat down and smoothed her crocheted overskirt, a smile on
her face. Hes still in denial.
Giselle snorted. No, hes not. He just doesnt like having his nose
rubbed in his shi Tess raised an eyebrow. Giselle huffed. Poop
especially when its all tiennes fault.
That was true.
Vindication! I has it.
I can haz cheezburger?
Tess and Giselle were trading internet memes and giggling like little
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when she headed

toward the conference room at Roark, Cleland, and Howard, late, to
keep her reputation of scattered-but-brilliant architect intact. She was,
in fact, scrupulously organized and considered prompt to be fifteen
minutes early.
She shifted her blueprint bundles under her arm, palmed her
presentation remote, and breezed through the great glass door, chirped
a good morning and breezed down the long table occupied by some
very important, impatient men all trussed up in business suits and ties.
Poor guys. She dropped her plans on the table with a thud, pulled out
her chair, and plopped in it.
She looked around and granted the table a wide smile that had
charmed and seduced more unamused people than these, and said, Am
I late?
In the seat next to hers, her boss pressed his hand to his mouth, but
only to keep his laughter to himself. So did her office mate, across the
table from her. The Cleland portion of Roark, Cleland, and Howard,
sitting at the head of the large conference table, rolled his eyes. She pretended to be oblivious to these things and, well, everything else, too.
Youre Mi-kyung Chun? said some dour, disdainful voice from
down the table.
Not if you ask my mother, she trilled with one of her well-honed
smiles directed straight at the old curmudgeon.
It didnt work on him. That was all right. People she couldnt
charm simply had bad taste or were determined to be unhappy, but the
poor darlings couldnt help it, which was sad.
Now! she said breathlessly, clasping her hands together in front of
her and looking around in feigned wide-eyed navet. Whos going to
say the opening prayer?


Her poor boss and office mate were shaking, but the money men in
the room were gaping at her as if she had three heads.
Oops! Wrong meeting. Where was I? Oh, yes. She stood again,
looked up the length of the table, stopped, and studied the tabletop the
other way. She took a surprised breath. You know that scene in Kill
Bill where Lucy Liu hops up on the table in her kimono and minces
down it with a samurai sword and chops off that guys head? Surely
they had to be thinking this architect was off her rocker. Yeah. She
gave a definitive nod as if talking to herself and tapped the table with a
fingertip. That. I love that.
She clicked the presentation remote in her hand and suddenly
plunged the room into darkness. While shed been distracting the venture capitalists with her antics, shed clouded the glass walls and pulled
the shades on the windows, so the darkness was complete.
The video slowly faded in on the large screen at the end of the
room, timed so their eyes could adjust to the darkness gradually and be
more easily manipulated to see her vision the way she saw it.
Gentlemen, she said in a low, husky, seductive tone she hadnt
used for anything but concept presentations since tienne No. She
shook her head. None of that. Welcome to the eighteenth century.

BY THE TIME HER FILM WRAPPED UP, the glass walls were unclouded,

the shades had retracted, and the lights had come up so gradually most
of her audience hadnt noticed.
They had also not noticed the overhead acoustic and lighting platform descend slowly on cables from the ceiling, on which her pice de
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She continued her presentation without interruption, using the remote as a laser pointer now, discussing what it could do with current
technology and how she had accounted for future technological advances
in the spaces shed left empty.
Her audienceventure capitalists not prone to being enthusiastic
about a project on first blushall wore poker faces.
Then the questions started coming, and she answered each one as if
she were Wonder Woman holding up her bracelets to deflect bullets.
And then they were done.
Miz Chun.
Or not.
The drawl, one she recognized, one she did not want to hear, came
from the other end of the room. She looked down the table, all the
chairs to the left of her swiveling so she had a direct line of sight to
Sebastian Taight, who was not on the invitation list and whom she
hadnt seen because of where she was sitting.
Tess was going to find whoever invited him and get them fired.
Sebastian was yet another ex-cousin-in-law, the second of three of
tiennes cousins he had used liberally as confidantes somewhere
around the time Tess had decided she needed to be the adult in her
It had gradually alienated Tess and the children from tiennes
large, close-knit family. It had suited Tesss mother just fine because
she couldnt stand the idea that tiennes mother thought Tess was
wonderful. But Harriet and Giselle had struggled to keep Tess in the
family loop, insisting that the fault didnt lie with the tiennes confidants, who felt wedged between their loyalty to tienne and the loss of
Tess and the children.
That didnt fly with Tess. They were grown men and theyd been

telling tienne what to do for years. It would have been a simple thing
for one or all of them to say, Shut up.
So now one of those confidantes was lazing back in his chair, his
left ankle propped on his right knee, his left elbow propped on the table
with three of his long fingers supporting his left temple.
He was here to ambush her.
Im told, Sebastian began in a tone that let her know hed arrived
angry and stayed that way, that the technology you say you already
have to power this project doesnt actually exist.
Crap. Her boss stiffened.
He shouldnt have known that. Nobody should have.
Im sorry, she chirped. She chirped a lot in these meetings. But
you must have been misinformed. Why would we be seeking funding to
build something for which the technology doesnt exist?
She, her boss, her team partner, and Cleland himself had been so
sure itd be in existence by now that theyd well, fudged the truth a little, one could say. If one were saying. Theyd searched and interviewed
and picked brains. All over the world. And here they were, almost four
years later, and they still hadnt found anyone who could do it.
Why indeed, he said, his voice tight, but only she would know
that. What firm do you have in mind to fulfill your vision?
She tried not to fidget. Well, honestly, there was one man in the
world who could do what she wanted and she wasnt in a position to
contact him.
Even if she wanted to.
And if she did want to, itd still take him two or three years to figure out how do it.
I really cant give you firm names, Mr. Taight, she said airily. We
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Ive looked at these plans very carefully, Miz Chun, and Ive been
involved in my share of such projects
He was a sweetheart for giving her that opening. Oh, did you mean
Whittaker House? she said with the sheer delight of someone whod
just made a random association of some significance. You chose the
architect for that project, didnt you?
Her boss and the other green architects in the room groaned audibly.
But Sebastians jaw tightened, which meant he knew what hed
done. It shocked her that he knew, but he did. Somehow.
She smiled sweetly at him.
Touch, he gritted. Nevertheless, let me call on that experiencebecause thats really all any of us have to go on, isnt it, Miz
Chun? I dont believe for a minute that youve been able to find someone
who can make this building do what its designed to do. I would hate to
back another project that didnt live up to its potential, much less recommend anyone else do so.
He had her dead to rights. His smirk grew as her smile stiffened.
Is that true, Ms. Chun? asked another potential investor. Are any
of the firms youve spoken to capable of building an energy collection
and conversion system to power your design?
Her boss saved her. Not so far, he drawled with impressive insouciance. But we havent tapped the engineering programs yet. Were after fresh minds.
Whittaker Houses architect was fresh, Sebastian pointed out.
And she is very well regarded in your industry, is she not?
Mmm, hummed Cleland disdainfully. She may have stirred up
the rest of the industry with her brains
Tess laughed, but caught it in her hand. Sebastian shot her a glare.

but those of us with a tad more experience know what she didnt
accomplish. We are not impressed with Ms. Desmond or her work,
and you seem to have been apprised of Whittaker Houses shortcomings. So after that, Im not sure you should be counted on as having a
sharp eye for innovation. Ms. Chun had the vision down cold twenty
years ago, yet you passed her by.
Oh, yes! Lets talk about that.
The immediacy of Sebastians retort did not bode well for her, because she knew exactly what argument he was about to make.
For the record, I cant choose an architect if she doesnt throw her
plans in the ring. But lets say she did and I passed her over. If Ms.
Chun had the vision down cold twenty years ago, but the technology
still didnt exist to support that vision when we broke ground on Whittaker House five years ago, whos to say she isnt also twenty years ahead
of her time now?
That was one heck of a backhanded compliment, but it also would
be her downfall.
Maybe you should try writing science fiction, Ms. Chun, because
while I am convinced that you are a true visionary, were talking about
billions of dollars here, and Im not waiting thirty years for a return on
my investment. Tesss breath caught because that knife was sharper
than shed expected. Then Sebastian speared her with those oh-sofamiliar ice cold Dunham eyes. Please answer the question. Does the
technology you need now exist?
She was going to have to bite the bullet. No.
And there it was, the expression of victory in his face. No one else
would be able to see it, but before shed been edged out of the family by
this man and two of his closest male family members, shed considered
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Sebastian Taight, Morgan Ashworth, and Knox Hilliard: the triumvirate of douchebaggery.
I would venture to say, he went on, never letting her gaze leave his,
you actually know someone who could build what you want, dont you?
This was a declaration of war. On her. But why now? Her divorce
had been finalized five years ago.
Her mouth tightened, but she didnt answer.
In fact, if I were the romantic sort He looked at her wedding ring
finger, stopped for a second, blinked, then began to smile. He never
smiled while doing business. She didnt dare cover it up now. If I were
the romantic sort, he purred, it would seem to me this project was designed with that one person in mind. Is it possible you designed it for him?
Only by the virtue of the fact that everything she designed she designed for him.
Her hand clenched around the presentation remote until the plastic
But then he released her attention and threw his pen across the table. Im in, Sebastian said flatly. The money men started, business
suits rustling.
Taight, are you crazy? You just crushed her and you say youre in?
On one condition: tienne LaMontagne does the engineering.
We talked to him, the senior partner said. Oh? Tess was suddenly
so oxygen-deprived she was dizzy. He wasnt interested.
She tried to shake that off, and the ensuing debate around the table
gave her time. They had talked to tienne? How? Without telling her?
Her boss tugged at her sleeve until her ear was at his mouth.
Dont faint. We did try to find him, but nobodys seen him in three
She took a deep breath and straightened. Gentlemen! She rapped

her knuckles on the table until she had their attention, then pulled out
her next weapon. Mr. Taight, isnt LaMontagne Whittaker Houses
engineer? she asked coolly, because he could hardly admit that the hotels engineer was the only reason it functioned at all.
Sebastians eyes narrowed a little, and she allowed herself a smirk.
Say, Taight, yet another investor piped up, LaMontagnes your
cousin, right? His work was all wrapped up in the Jep Industries Hollander Steelworks fiasco? Licensing agreements almost shut Hollanders
operation down too?
Everyone looked at Sebastian, but the balance of power had again
shifted in his direction.
Darn it.
Why, yes, Sebastian drawled. His work is so valuable neither
company could survive without it, so the companies down the supply
chain wouldnt have survived, either. We had to round up every intellectual property lawyer in the country to get that mess sorted out. But
now were all a lot richer for it, we saved an industry, and, most importantly, we saved thousands of jobs. Alls well that ends well, eh? I
think I know what Im doing here.
Except for Whittaker House, Tess mused. She tilted her head.
Why, precisely, did you take on a niche hotel to be built in a really
crappy location?
The muscles in his jaw popped, but he didnt answer.
It was a pet project for your mistress at the time, wasnt it? Does
she know how flawed your and her baby is?
Sebastian was furious. She could see it in the set of his mouth, the
line of his jaw.
I didnt think so, Tess said flatly.
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and three other people in the world think it ishas been in operation a
grand total of three years and is already out of the red. Lets say it was a
pet project for Vanessa, but it wasnt billions of dollars and its paid for
itself in record time. Because of tiennes engineering, not in spite of it.
Hm. He could admit it, after all.
The investors rustled. There was, indeed, a bit of difference between a few million and a few billion. And none of the other money
men really understood why they were arguing about a little hotel in the
Ozarks, anyway, or why it mattered.
But Tess had one more card to play. Why, she asked calmly,
must you differentiate because of from in spite of? The structure and
the mechanicals are supposed to work together. Are you saying that a
structure whose main purpose is to power itselfand still needed propane, which was not called for in the plansis inadequately designed
for the mechanicals? And that the engineer had to kludge?
Every architect in the room winced.
You do this with tienne or you dont do it at all, Sebastian
snapped, and now everyone was looking between them, surely wondering how Sebastian and Tess knew each other well enough to get into
such a personal argument and what wasnt being said.
Why do you care?
I care about him, he shot back.
She chortled. I have no doubt about that. The right question then
becomes why do you think LaMontagne will care about this project?
Sebastians eyes narrowed and he looked at Cleland. Youre lying
about talking to tienne.
Tess didnt look back at Cleland. She didnt dare.
I know tienne, and he would hop on this plan so fast itd make
your head spin.

Oh, yes, he would. She felt a little pain in her heart over so many
things, not the least of which was that she wanted him to design the
collection and conversion system in the worst way.
She wanted to build with him again, something she couldnt have
done five years ago for reasons she didnt quite understand herself.
I want to him to see this. If that means I block all avenues of funding until hes found, then thats what that means.
Sebastian could do it, too. No, he already had done it. They were
dead in the water.
Mi-kyung, said her boss from directly behind her. Lets wrap the
meeting up, shall we? Well take Mr. Taights recommendation of Mr.
LaMontagne under advisement, but since hes already refused to do the
But Sebastian ignored that, pointed at her and snarled, You know
there is no other engineer in the world who can do what you want. You
designed this specifically for him.
She crossed her arms over her chest and sniffed. You keep saying
that as if Im supposed to know what it means.
It was at that point he looked around at the table and realized
His smile widened, which made many people in the room fidget
nervously. Well well well, Mi-kyung Chun, he drawled with that victorious tone back in his voice. He steepled his fingers in front of him like
Mr. Burns. Do your colleagues know anything about you?
My work speaks for itself, she said with as much hauteur as she
could muster.
Sebastian looked at Cleland. If you want to build this, you get
tienne LaMontagne. And if he still says no, tell him Tess LaMontagne
designed it.

2: Spanish Colonial
September 2010
Aguas Corrientes, Uruguay

peeling his eyelids

open and seeing that dawn was just breaking. It buzzed again and he
patted around his bedroll for it until he had it. He blinked the sleep out
of his eyes so he could see who was texting him.
If you could please get your lazy ass out of bed and start a fire, that
would be great, growled a young man from some twenty feet away on
the riverbank, fishing.
Bossy, tienne grumbled, but arose and began his morning routine. By the time hed answered the call of nature, taken a dip in the
Santa Lucia with a bar of soap, braided his hair, dressed, started the
fire, and gotten the spider hot, Kimber had their breakfast fileted and
spiced. He poured olive oil in the pan and laid the planks in carefully.
Who needs to talk to you so early in the morning? Kimber asked
as he tended the fish.
Kelly, tienne grunted as he reached for his phone. It was sevenfifteen and the message didnt make any more sense now than it had
forty-five minutes ago. He held his phone up for Kimber to see. Shes
upping her game.
Kimber craned his neck and read the text: I think somethings wrong
with Tabs. He grunted. I really hate the supreme douchebag she married.
tiennes mouth flattened. How do you know? Didnt even go to
the wedding. You could have at least sent a card.

Oh, look at you, remembering what Hallmarks for.

Eh. I was there and I dont like him. Had him investigated, but he
checked out.
Lots of douchebagsll come up clean.
That was something tienne had had to learn over and over before
hed gotten better at paying attention to people instead of demanding
they pay attention to him.
With the ease of long practice, Kimber pulled four perfectly fried
planks out of the pan and, while tienne divvied them up, he laid in
four more. tienne eyed the pile of fresh fish marinating in olive oil and
spices. They were going to eat well that day. They werent always so
They dug in, eating in comfortable silence. As he studied the countryside, tienne vaguely noted, not for the first or fifty-first time, that
his oldest son was one hell of a cook. This part of Uruguay was beautiful, but familiar: Green and lush farmland, fed by a pretty river, it
looked like the rolling hills heading into the Missouri Ozarks, only with
palm trees. The palm trees kept tienne from tearing his hair out over
the familiarity.
If he never went back to the Ozarks, it would be too soon.
I want to get out of here, tienne muttered around his food.
Kimber just nodded. Theyd been here a month, which was about a
week too long for what little work theyd been able to find, but it had
been a welcome respite after their last adventure had gone slightly awry.
Where slightly awry equals almost killed by a jungle fire andor
But as tienne ate, Kellys text continued to bug him, and after
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He put his dish down and called his youngest daughter. Twothirty is a little past your bedtime, isnt it, ma fille chrie? Especially on a
school night.
I was serious, she whispered. Something is not right with Tabby.
I talked her yesterday, but she sounded weird. Like, too happy. I called
her back, and she didnt answer. Her landline numbers not going
through, either.
That didnt mean anything. Everybody was mobile. Landlines were
redundant if not obsolete. I talked to her three days ago, tienne said,
and she was fine. Where are you right now?
At Darcys, but some people who are not me are sleeping.
That stopped him for a second. Darcys?
Yes. And no, Im not going to get her out of bed so you can talk to
Hrmph. Why dont you tell the person you live with about this?
Shes closer to you. And Utah.
She ignored that. Where are you? He sighed a pointed sigh. I
wont say anything. I promise.
Yes, you will, you tattle-tale! Kimber yelled.
Tell him to shut up.
Kel, answer the question. Why arent you telling your mom?
She hesitated. Shes, um, dealing with something.
She huffed. Now, if I cant tell her stuff about you, then why do
you think I can tell you stuff about her? Im demonstrating that Im
trustworthy. I keep demonstrating this, but you keep not believing
Shes got a point, Kimber mused while he dished up the next
batch of fish and started the third.

tienne rolled his eyes. Youve been after me to come home for
three years now. Is this a trick?
Seriously, Dad? she demanded in an angry whisper. Ive been bugging you. I havent stooped to lying to you to get you to do what I want
because I dont do that! But you left when I was twelve, so you wouldnt
know me well enough to know that, would you?
Direct hit. tienne grimaced. Shed never pulled that out, but it told
him she didnt realize he had kept her in close contact for the last five
yearscalls two or three times a week, constant emails and textsbecause
hed left when she was so young.
What about your grandfather? Hes right there in Salt Lake.
No, hes in Korea.
That didnt surprise him. The churchs general authorities traveled
a lot in order to oversee their areas. It was a big church in a much bigger
world. Have you left a message?
What for? His assistant said he wasnt due back for another
month. You cant possibly be farther away from Utah than Korea.
Two hundred fifty miles farther away, to be almost precise.
Its only been a couple of days. There is no reason to think anythings happened to her.
Fine. Ill find a way to get there myself!
Call ended.
You going home? Kimber asked as if disinterested, shoving another forkful of fish into his mouth.
tienne looked up at his son, the angry one, the one with his mothers genius. Unlike his mother, whose mind worked like a precision
timepiece, Kimber couldnt beat his mind into submission long enough
to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He was pummeled
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could either shed his crippling indecision or stumble over something

that would eclipse all his other fascinations.
Kimber had worked his way around the world in his quest to make
one of those options choose him and had done so already once by the
time tienne met him in South Korea three years ago, where Kimber
was trying to find his familyor rather, figure out which Chuns were
actually related to him.
It was a bit difficult to get people to believe his mother was Korean,
not with the mop of auburn waves hed had at the time. No one would
give him the right time of day in helping him read Korean nor did he
want to spend money on a translator. His mother didnt speak Korean,
so he hadnt bothered calling. He couldnt call his grandfather for direct
information without risking a gentle Im-so-disappointed-in-youand the
only thing in this world Kimber feared more than tiennes fury was
Grandfather Chuns disappointment.
tienne looked down at his phone without seeing it, now half afraid
Kelly wasnt bluffing. She was too insistent, and shed been willing to
throw tiennes absence in his face. That wasnt her.
I wonder if Dave had the potential to be a douchebag but his parents and the church kept him in line, tienne said abruptly and looked
over at his son to gauge his reaction. His expression was blank, but
tienne knew him too well. He was anything but disinterested; hed
just learned to guard his emotions well.
Is that really possible? tienne pressed. Kimber understood more
about normal human beings than he did. People dont change their
spots, but how would you go from being a good kid to a bad one?
I dont know. Ive always been a bad kid, but at least I was honest
about it.

tienne sighed. Kimbers martyrdom wasnt quite as well developed

as his anger, thank heavens.
Addictionll do it, Kimber finally said, you know, you grow up in
the church, you dont drink, and then you go out on your own and have
a drink and you like the way it makes you feel and then next thing you
know, youre at an AA meeting.
You drink, tienne pointed out.
So I can shut my brain down enough to get some sleep.
That was true.
Kimber slid him a look. You changed without chemical assistance.
Ah, oui. So he had, in the blink of an eye, and not for the better.
Karma had smacked him down immediately, in the form of what was
supposed to be a green-energy self-powered hotel in the Missouri
That still needed propane.
Vanessa Whittaker, the hotels owner, didnt care.
tienne did.
Tess would gloat if she knew, but, thankfully, she would have no
reason to know.
But youre still a high-maintenance attention whore.
tienne laughed. Redundant observation is redundant.
Kimber almost smiled, but then said, Mom changed.
Oh, tienne did not want to go there. The topic of Mom was a
sore point for both of them, one theyd barely touched in three years.
Kimber had been at war with her since his conception just because they
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I dont know, he murmured, for the first time in three years having to make a hard decision about where to go next. It was an odd feeling to think in terms of just leaving. I talked to Tabby three days
ago and she was
Too happy? Kimber said blithely.
No situation in which Tabitha was too happy had ever turned out
well. And now that tienne thought on it, he had to agree with Kelly.
Ill call her this afternoon, then decide.
Kimbers mouth tightened slightly.
Lets head to Buenos Aires again and see Chad.
We havent gotten him in trouble yet, so lets just keep dropping in
on him until we do, right? You know his mission president is a prick
about the rules.
tienne shrugged. There are ways around mission presidents.
Oh, you mean, like marrying their daughters?
Big mistake.
tienne kept that to himselfjust in timein case Kimber
thought he regretted the existence of his children. He didnt, but
Kimber was touchy, seeing insults where there were none. And that
was in no way predictable.
And it wasnt true anyway. tienne was just one big mess of guilt
and anger.
Youre going home.
There was nothing in his voice to betray how he felt about that, but
tienne knew: He wasnt happy.
He had grumbled that tienne insisted on following him through
east, then southeast Asia, working their way west in a north-south zigzag, but hed been happy about it. It had taken tienne about six
months to figure that out.

You can use the money in your account for something other than
getting across an ocean, you know. Like food. And shelter.
Kimber turned that look on him, the one hed inherited from his
mother. Money is a pain in the ass.
Right, tienne drawled, half dismayed, half proud. But hed
learned a lot from his son, being forced to come out of his head for a
while. Or all the time. To pay attention to his surroundings and people,
to take the time and effort to think about menial things and formulate a
response or plan, to leave the ideas cooking at the back of his mind.
If he had any ideas.
Whittaker House had taken it out of him. He was still bruised, if
not broken, from that giant snafu and he was dry as a bone. He needed
something to fill that hole in his head.
And heart.
You gonna eat that? Kimber asked, gesturing to tiennes nearly
untouched second serving.
He scoffed and picked up his fork. Oui, Im going to eat that. I notice you arent too upset about our itinerary.
Meh. Itll be good to get back to civilization for a while.
Ah, I see. Getting a little restless, are we?
Kimber leveled him a pitying expression. You could use a little
TLC yourself.
tienne snorted. Unlike you, if I wanted sex, I wouldnt have to pay
for it. And I guarantee you the professionals would pay me.
It isnt bragging if you can do it.
Aint bragging. You just cant bear to say the aint, can you?
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but there was a smile teasing the corner of his mouth. tienne knew
why: In the past three years, Kimber had witnessed tiennes mesmerizing effect on women and men up close and personal. He had also witnessed tienne ease himself out of those situations with a graciousness
that left every one of them feeling as if he had declared his eternal devotion.
tienne had never taken advantage of his opportunities because he
was only interested in having sex with one woman, which Kimber had
finally deduced. So his suggestion that tienne get some TLC was his
way of saying that, since tienne was going home anyway, he should go
back to Tess.
It was the first time Kimber had made his opinion known.
tienne slid his son a knowing smile that turned into a smirk when
Kimber flushed and looked away.

3: Critical
October 2010
Kansas City, Missouri

waiting for him at the baggage claim where hed expected her to be. But
he didnt have any luggage. Everything he owned was in his backpack.
At seventeen, shed grown a few inches since he saw her last. Shed
filled out, her maroon-streaked black hair falling to the middle of her back.
Even dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, she was attracting a lot of male attention. It was to be expected: He and Tess had made very pretty babies.
He snagged her from behind and, ignoring her startled screech,
planted a big smack on her cheek. Hows my baby girl?
She struggled to get out of his arms, stumbled to her feet, and
turned on him prepared to slap the crap out of him. Then her face lit
up. Daddy! she cried she cast herself at him. Im so glad you came
home, she whispered in his ear.
Suddenly, he was too.
But you stink.
tienne laughed and set her down, explaining his lack of luggage
and letting her drag him to the hand-me-down kid car. Does your
mom know about me coming home? he asked after instructing her to
drive. He hadnt driven in three years. Planes, trains, taxis, horse carts,
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transportation. And when all else failed, he walked. He hadnt minded

that in the least. He hated driving.
No, she snapped.
Well, dont tell her.
Kelly slid him a sidelong glance. Oh, how much she looked like her
mother. It made him ache for Tess in ways he had mostly been able to
squelch for the last five years. Hed gone from being angry at Tess to being
angry at Nia for the two-year Whittaker House build. Then hed left the
country, only returning briefly three times for the weddings of two of his
daughters and his second sons missionary farewell.
Those had hurt, Tess not acknowledging his existence. He managed to keep the pain down to a dull throb and when he wasnt in the
same country, it was a pain he could mostly ignore.
Is it because you didnt ditch that bitch? she asked suddenly, her
voice tight. Is she going to be here anytime soon?
tienne started and glanced at her. After a really filthy glare, she
turned her gaze firmly to the road, hunched over the steering wheel like
she was afraid it would come loose, and held her body tensed.
What bitch? he asked, genuinely confused.
Nia whoeverthe bitch you left mom for.
tiennes mouth dropped open. Are you serious? he barked.
But her mouth was set, which meant she wasnt backing down. He
liked that about her. Serious about what? That I found out or that I
actually had the guts to say something about it? She glared pointedly at
his shirt, then reached out and felt his biceps. Oh. Youre still wearing
your temple garments. Hypocrite.
He attempted to clamp his temper, but it was difficult. There were
so many implications to what Kelly had asked he didnt even know
where to start. Or even if he should.

Question, he said smoothly, impressed with himself because his

mind and gut were roiling with anger. Did your mother tell you that?
No. I was snooping.
He almost breathed a sigh of relief. That was one issue down. More
to go. Is there a reason you havent said a word about this in the last
five years? I talk to you at least three times a week.
She scoffed. I was snooping four days ago.
Oh, I see. You decided to wait until I got here so you could ambush me.
Somebody has to!
Well, Im here now, so congrats.
If you could just pretend to not hate us, that would be great.
His head snapped to her, but she still stared at the road, her jaw
clenched, a tear running down her cheek.
Kelly, Im your dad. I love you.
Okay, maybe just pretend you dont hate being in the same country
with us.
Oh, what had he done?
A moment.
It had only taken a moment to light the fuse of his long-fomenting
rage. If hed just gone for a walk around the block or something
before hed gone walking round the world.
I wasnt kidding about Tabby, she muttered. I have these feelings. Instincts. Or whatever. She glared at him again. But you
wouldnt know that, would you?
He deserved it. Every word of it.
If you would be so kind, he said wearily, please explain why your
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Kelly opened her mouth to argue with him, but then snapped it
shut again. I am being trustworthy, she sniffed.
tienne dropped his face in his palm.
You werent doing anything else, anyway.
That was true.
Oh, shit, he breathed, his head snapping up. I could have called
Knox to check on her. Hes there.
Right, she snapped. You think he cares what happens to us?
tienne groaned, but hit the speed dial anyway. Check on my kid,
he said as soon as Knox answered.
Hello! Knox cried with sarcastic delight. Why, its my long-lost
cousin, calling to ask how I and my wife and child-soon-to-be-children
are doing.
Check on my kid, tienne repeated. Slowly this time, in case
Knox hadnt heard correctly. Tabitha.
Knox laughed. You think youre entitled to the world, dont you?
Since he had been around it and seen suffering and poverty and evil
hed rather not have known existed, he thought that was perfectly reasonable. Oui. Go. Check. On. My. Kid.
We dont live in Provo anymore, Knox said disdainfully. Were
living in Eiliss house in Chouteau Woods, awaiting completion of our
house. Its being rebuilt.
tienne blinked.
The prophet got wind of my presence at the law school and summoned me. Yes, the prophet of God summoned me. We had a nice sit-down
and we now understand each others positions a little more clearly. But he
still fired me. Damn near fired the guy who decided the best way to get me
hired was to use F.K. Oliver Hilliard instead of Knox. Also, I dont particularly like BYU when Im not a student. Loses its charm. Whoda thunk it?

tienne sighed. I do not care how you managed to get hired at BYU
or about your confab with the prophet or your issues with that crappy
little town. I want to know if you ever talked to Tabby at all?
No. But not because I didnt try. She refused to talk to me. Apparently, putting distance between us and your family when you and Tess
hit the skids did not go unnoticed.
Bite me, Knox! Kelly yelled.
tienne was suddenly sick to his stomach. The LaMontagnes had
always had a good relationship with the rest of the Dunham tribe
until tienne had gotten so frustrated with Tess he had begun to vent
to his cousins. Whenever he and Tess had it out, there he went, running his mouth. Then the two of them would make up, or agree to a
truce, or have three straight days of mind-blowing angry sex, but that
news wouldnt manage to trickle down to his confidantes. The chasm
widened slowly but surely.
Another sin he had committed against the woman he loved, had
loved for so many years.
Wait, what? Youre here? In the US? And your uppity kid is eavesdropping?
Im in Kansas City, oui. Kelly seems to think Tabbys in some kind
of trouble.
Knox took a deep breath that meant he was about to lose his temper. And Knoxs temper scared tienne a little bit. I believe, he gritted, that her biggest problem is that her husband is an asshole.
Coming from you, thats saying something! Kelly yelled again.
Shut up, tienne told her calmly. Im here because you put out
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off, and Justice wasnt interested in making friends with someone who
didnt want her there. What I dont know is which one of them was
more interested in keeping me away. I did get the vague feeling hes a
control freak.
I told you something was wrong, Kelly grumbled.
tienne ignored that. Is there a reason you didnt call me?
Shes your kid! Knox snapped. If you want to run off with your
tail between your legsor rather, the tail whos got your dick between
her legs tiennes heart stopped. and no, I dont care if your kid
is listening, because shes probably as pissed as the rest of us
True, Kelly agreed.
and indulge your midlife crisis by not telling anyone where
youve been for three years after you left the Ozarks, you have to live
with the consequences.
His body feeling very heavy suddenly, he murmured, You think
Nia and I
Oh, shes only been telling everyone you two left for Paris the minute Whittaker House was christened and that youre shacking up
there. When can we expect her arrival?
Oh, crap, he whispered. I cannot stand her. That entire build was
sheer torture.
Kelly gasped, and cast him a shocked glance.
After a long pause, Knox asked slowly, Are you telling me you
Oui ? tienne said weakly.
Another very long pause. Dammit, Stephen! he roared, making
him and Kelly jump. Knox only called him Stephen when he was really
pissed. Its a matter of court record!

You didnt read your divorce papers before you signed them, did
No ?
Kelly groaned. Geez, Dad! Dont you ever learn?
A fifteen-year-old knows better than that.
Im seventeen!
Be careful, Kelly. I might actually start to like you again.
Kelly didnt quite know what to do with that, but tienne was
writhing in silent agony.
Pay attention! Knox barked again, and again tienne jumped.
You can sort that out later. Tabbys an adult with a husband and children. I resent that youre mad at me because I didnt make your kid my
responsibility just because I lived a mile away from her.
Oh, good point, Kelly said.
Im a lawyer, Knox said flatly. I get paid to make good points.
Why do you hate my mom?
Ask your dad, he snapped.
Call ended.
tienne let his head thunk on the window, closing his eyes, feeling
guilt wash over him. He was going to have to face this issue head-on.
He didnt like facing issues head-on. It was so menial.
His Zen was officially, permanently harshed, and hed only been
home for fifteen minutes.
For the record, he said with as much calm as he could muster,
which wasnt much, Whatever the papers said Didnt happen.
It couldnt have. The architect hed thought she was turned out to
be average. A mechanic. Hed known she had little vision, but at her
level of experience, that was normal. He was used to engineering for
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that Nia didnt really understand her clients vision, either. Building
Whittaker House had been maddening, and he hated that hotel with
every fiber of his being.
She had tried every way under the sun to seduce him, but hed be
damned if he had sex with an average architect half his age with an
Electra complex, particularly when itd get him excommunicated. Shed
have to be a genius for him to risk that.
Tess was a genius.
For her, hed risk it.
But shed let her genius go, so hed let her go. With a few cruel
words guaranteed to make it permanent.
Big mistake.
He still couldnt think about it, it hurt so badly. The look on Tesss
face. The scrambling to get away from him. The slam of the bathroom
door. The keening and puking.
That hed made her do that.
He drew in a ragged breath while barely keeping himself together
enough to refrain from asking Kelly what her mother was doing nowadays.
Does mom know you werent with that other person? Kelly asked
Clearly not, he said wearily.
Well, I think you should tell her. She wouldnt believe him. And
work it out.
tienne just shrugged. Kelly didnt need to know what had been said
in private, and he doubted that had made it into the divorce petition. So far
as he knew, none of his kids knew any details at all. They had only known
that one day, Dad lived and worked at home, and then the next day hed
gone to a job two hundred miles away. That was normal. But at the end of
it, he never came home again. That was not.

Did you share your snooping with your brothers and sisters?
No! she gasped.
Small favors, he muttered. So now that you cant brush me off,
lets talk about school.
Silence. He looked at her. Her face was flushed and her bottom lip
was between her teeth.
He took a deep breath and released it, closing his eyes. Please do
not tell me youre flunking.
Silence. Then, I Dropped out.
tiennes mouth fell on the floorboard.
Dont yell at me, Dad, she said frantically. You dont Im I cant
explain it.
Cant or wont?
Both. Im Then she stiffened and curled her lip at him. Im being
That made no sense. What does your dropping out of high school
at the beginning of your senior year have to do with your mother?
It just does. I dont know why you expect me to tell you anything
about her when you dont want me to tell her anything about you. And
you know what else? That makes me really mad.
He could see why.
Three years ago he wouldnt have.
Im studying for my GED. Ill take that in November and go to
Penn Valley in January, she admitted sullenly.
Kansas Citys urban juco.
Well, it was better than Tabitha, for sure, whod gotten her MRS
degree as soon as she hit Brigham Young University. That really ticked
him off, not the least because BYU was so hard to get into, and shed
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going to school, with his youngest daughter suspecting some horrible

thing to have happened to her, and his not-very-perceptive cousin inclined to believe a kid he didnt know.
Darcy, his second oldest daughter, had married a local boynot a
member of the church, and both sides of the family had opinions on
thatand they were now slugging it out with life in a studio apartment
in a crappy Kansas City neighborhood. Darcys husband answered the
phone and ran interference when tienne called, very rarely letting her
speak to him. He hadnt spoken to her in six monthsand not because
he hadnt tried.
Ill head out to Utah next week, he muttered. I need to get a place
to stay first.
You told me to take you to Sebastians.
Hes got two toddlers. Im not staying there any longer than I have
to. Ill sleep on his roof until I find something.
Kellys jaw dropped open. His roof?
What? There are worse things than camping out in a rooftop garden in October. Its nice up there.
Youcamp? Who are you and what have you done with my father?
He sighed and declined to answer. She wouldnt understand. At
first, hed hated the way Kimber lived his life, but when hed suggested
they get a room at a five-star hotel in Seoul, Kimber had scoffed.
Fuck off. Do it my way or go home.
Hed tried it again with a three-star hotel in Okinawa
Im leaving now.
And then some fleabag bed and breakfast in Manila.
Get lost.
And then a hostel in Ho Chi Minh City.

Then a ramshackle train station with benches in Kuala Lumpur.
Mmm, okay. Its typhoon season and youre a pussy, so I guess so.
But there was freedom in Kimbers life. He stayed in one place long
enough to pick up a little of the language, get to know the locals and
their traditions and their foods, do odd jobs here and there for change
and a meal and a story. Possibly a place to stay. He moved furniture.
He swept floors. Occasionally he could find an ex-pat dive that needed
a short-order cook.
tienne had never worked so hard in his life, but hed started to
find people who needed things fixedtoasters, TVs, houses, farm implements, Yugosand fixed them with borrowed tools until Kimber
had allowed him to dig through a pawn shop for some of his own.
Youre wasting your time trying to fix that piece of crap.
Maybe, maybe not. You know that saying, Use it up, wear it out, make it
do, or do without?
Thats the problem.
Kimber had always made enough for his meager needs, but tienne
had made more right off the bat, so hed taught Kimber how to fix things,
too. Little things. Things the poorest American would take for granted.
Dont MacGyver it. Whatever you fix has to last. Well be out of here in a
week or a month, but they have to live with the thing they paid you to fix.
I got one measly dinner out of this and a spot in front of a pit fire next to a
yak. That drools.
From people who dont have enough to feed themselves. Do it well and can
the attitude.
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coaxed into life, each rusty plow he polished, until he could find some
measure of peace from his grief and regret.
And learn how to live and thrive in the world on the worlds terms.
At forty-six.
What about grandma? Kelly said, interrupting his thoughts.
tiennes mother adored Tess. He had no ally there. Hed be lucky
if she ever spoke to him again.
Probably not. Never mind. What about Giselle? Shes got two
whole floors shes not using.
He snorted. Oh, Giselle would give him a place to stay, all right.
And it would come with a heaping helping of vicious barbs while her
husband got out the popcorn to watch the show.
But if Knox could turn on him, maybe Sebastian
Eh. Sebastian had had his share of married women. Hed funded a
hotel for his mistress. Hed be disappointed tienne hadnt run off with
Kelly dropped him off in front of Sebastians with hugs and kisses
and many tears. But long after shed driven off, tienne was still standing in front of the Black Box, as the family referred to it. Tess would
love it, and suddenly he couldnt remember if shed ever seen the inside
of it.
Perched on the steep hill just west of the Country Club Plaza, it
was, in fact, a black concrete block with a thick piece of glass across the
front at the third floor to face the Plaza. Otherwise the windows were
three floors tall, about a foot wide and four feet apart, totally symmetrical. The ground floor was Sebastians studio, windowless, and only
accessible by an industrial-looking firebreak door that had no knob on
the outside. The fourth floor was the garage and on top of that was the
rooftop garden and outdoor kitchen.

The inside was pure midcentury modern maple, punctuated with

Sebastians art in the form of painstakingly carved mahogany slab doors
and little pieces hed done for himself, for the pure love of making art.
tienne sighed. Hed had that pure love of creation once. Before
building Whittaker House killed it.
He trudged up the front steps and punched in his key code. No one
seemed to be home, so he headed toward Giselles old bedroom,
dumped his backpack, then headed to the shower hoping there was
enough shampoo.
tienne loved his son, and he loved his vagabond life with his son,
but damn, it was good to be home.

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postmodern bedroom

suite was heaven.

It took a while before he was satisfied he was clean, and left the
bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips and one over his head. He
bent over and sponged all the water out of his long hair, then tossed the
towel in the corner and dug in his backpack for a strip of leather with
which to tie his hair. With a flash of himself in the mirror, he realized
he was a very pretty girl.
He snickered and went into the kitchen to find something to eat.
There were steak and salad fixings, but no frites. Darn.
What the hell are you doing here and where the hell have you
Sebastians bellow startled tienne so badly he hit his head on the
freezer door. He turned rather guiltily to see his paint-splattered cousin
with an equally paint-splattered sleepy little girl in his arms, her thumb
firmly in her mouth. A paint-splattered little boy was cowering behind
Sebastians leg, looking at tienne with wide eyes. tienne tilted his
head and looked at them. Sebastian was only two years younger than
tienne, and tienne had grandchildren not much younger than Sebastians daughter.

Grandchildren. tiennes lip curled.

Answer me!
He looked at Sebastian then. His cousin was livid. Hm. It did not
seem as if tienne would be getting the welcome-home reception hed
expected, not even from his cousins. At this point, he knew Morgan
would have the same reaction, because hed always had the least sympathy for tienne in, well, anything.
Oh well. Im commandeering your roof until I find a place to stay.
Where the hell have you been? he snarled again. I have been trying to find you for three years and Nia is still feeding me a line about
you being in the shower. For three years.
tienne groaned and fell back against the now-closed refrigerator to
slide down it.
Oh, for fucks sake. Go put on some clothes. I dont want you
flashing my kids.
He obeyed without a peep, but since he didnt have much of anything at all and Sebastian was only slightly smaller than he was, he
headed straight for his cousins bedroom and riffled through his closet.
He noted that Sebastian actually had marginally acceptable taste that
didnt involve black Versace.
When he emerged, Sebastian was sitting at the conference room
table, his elbows propped on it and his face propped on his fingertips.
His eyes were closed and his mouth was tight. The childrentienne
didnt know their nameswere nowhere to be seen. He noticed there
were blueprints all over the table, but he ignored them. He wanted nothing to do with any projects Sebastian was about to propose to him. He
had more than enough money to live out the rest of his days modestly
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If he ever got it back.

He ignored Sebastian and continued to fix himself lunch. He
turned on the broiler and found a pot in which to boil eggs.
Where have you been? Sebastian asked low.
Around the world.
Dont fuck with me, tienne. I am not in the mood for it.
No, Im serious, he replied. Ive been around the world.
Sebastian studied him for a moment. You got a weird accent.
What is it?
Nia said you two were in Paris.
tienne sighed. As much as I love my home town, I would not
have stayed there for three years. Much less with that hack.
Sebastians head popped up and he stared at tienne in shock.
What? he whispered.
He sneered. Let us say I have no reason to have to go to a bishop.
No reason at all.
Sebastians already pale complexion went white and he flopped
back in his chair. Um. Well. My worldview just imploded.
Hrmph. It appears, he said conversationally as he put the steak on
the broiler pan, and the eggs in cold water, then on the stove, that I
have, once again, gotten myself into trouble by not reading what I sign.
Including my divorce.
Sebastian groaned.
Knox has already read me the riot act, he said, leaning back
against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. Although it
seemed like he was too pissed off for the offense. Its not his marriage
and hes not a divorce lawyer.
Sebastian barked a humorless laugh. You have no idea how many

people are pissed at you and exactly how pissed they are.
Dont tell me. Youre disappointed I didnt sleep with Nia.
No. Actually, Im impressed with your restraint. Shes hot.
tiennes mouth tightened, and now it was his turn to be pissed. Is
that why you hired her?
No. Im an artist, so I note what people look like. Im also uninterested in anybody but my wife, and it certainly didnt occur to me youd
tie yourself in a knot because youve been obsessed with Tess since you
were nineteen, and you have spent your life being the perfect Mormon
tienne tapped his jaw.
Except for the tats.
tienne flipped his earlobe.
Ah, and the earrings.
tienne tugged at the cluster of tiny braids at his temple.
Right, because youre so wild.
You were willing to believe Id sleep with Nia, so you must be just
as taken in by appearances as everyone else is. And this from a libertarian venture capitalist who wears Versace, keeps his hair missionary
short, has no tats or piercings. Everything about you just screams practicing Wiccan. You did grow up with me, right? Or did I imagine that
Sebastian rolled his eyes. Fine. You made your point. Except I never
wear Versace. I hired her because I thought she could handle your unfathomable conceit and sense of entitlement.
tienne pursed his lips. She wanted to handle a few other things.
That went without saying.
It got really annoying really fast. He studied Sebastian a moment.
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details. You know, then. About Whittaker House, I mean.

Yes. I found out by happenstance. I was presented with a severalbillion-dollar mixed-use project by a megafirm thats changing its focus
to green energy.
tienne pointed to the blueprints. That?
He shook his head. This is new. I was going over the plans with
one of their alt-energy experts and he said something in passing about
what a shame Whittaker House was. I was delighted when he pulled out
the plans theyd reverse-engineered and told me exactly what should
have been done, where, and why. He said, and I quote, LaMontagne
must have worked around the architect to make it functional. I really
cant imagine how he did it.
tienne gave him a beatific smile, then dropped it. Its one giant
kludge, he snapped. I took one look at her and I started thinking with
my dick, which made me even madder than I already was, then it all
went to pot.
That, too, went without saying.
He didnt want to think about that. Nothing happened, he grumbled. Not even sure I shook hands with her. Furthermore, by halfway
through the build, I refused to speak to her. He turned to check his
steak. His eggs were boiling nicely.
So youve been a wandering Mormon?
You know my son, Kimber, right?
The ginger twin with the mouth and anger management issues.
That one. Ive been with him.
Sebastians confusion was comical. This whole time?
tienne nodded. Dropped in on Chad a time or four. Hes in Buenos Aires. On his mission.

Clearly Sebastian did not know what to do with any of this information.
tienne took the opportunity to pull his chef salad together. This
took a while, and he did it in silence, emptying his mind, trying to get
his Zen back. He got his steak out of the oven and plated it.
What brought you back? Sebastian asked quietly when tienne finally settled at the table across from Sebastian and began to eat his lunch.
Kelly thinks theres something wrong with Tabitha. Id like to
think it was an excuse to get me home, but shes kind of panicked. I
keep asking her why Tess isnt dealing with this, but shes punishing me
by withholding information.
You deserve to be horsewhipped, Sebastian grumbled.
That opinion is trending. Hashtag @LordTavendish Is An Adulterous Butthole.
So all of Twitter knows where you are, but your family doesnt.
If you dont consider Emilio to be family, who is also on Twitter.
There are matadors on Twitter, Sebastian said flatly.
Hemingways turning in his grave.
Social media for the win. tienne shrugged. As it happens, Twitter is an efficient method of writing a travelogue. For me. I didnt mean
to get five thousand followers. tienne stuffed a piece of steak in his
mouth, then gestured to the plans and talked around his food, not caring in the least bit that his table manners were shot all to hell. If you
were looking for me in relation to those plans, you can forget it.
Sebastians eyebrow shot up. What if I told you they were drawn
for you specifically?
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ego just for being drop-dead gorgeous? Which also goes without saying. He took another bite and pointed his fork at Sebastian. You all
seem to think that because I cant manage to put on my own socks
without help that Im an idiot. I have other things to do with my giant
They have a word for people like you, you know.
Ah, oui. The labels. Your OCD just loves labels. So tidy. He
leaned forward. Label me anything you want, but make sure one of
those labels is the guy who made Sebastian Taight his first million,
which got him into Harvards MBA program.
Sebastian looked up at the ceiling and his jaw slid left. He wanted
to slug tienne in the worst way, except Sebastian didnt have a baseball
bat handy and he had learned the hard way not to pick a fistfight with
Didnt think I knew that, did you? What I know and what I care
about are two entirely different things and never shall they meet. In any
case, you will be glad to know Kimber taught me how to put on my
own socks. All by myself.
You do seem a little more self-aware, Sebastian acceded grudgingly.
Oui, I know. Since Tess cant take a day off from her housekeeping
and Relief Society schedule to go to Utah to check on Tabs and my father-in-laws in Korea, Kelly got me home and here I am and there I go
next week, like a normal father to make sure his child is alive and well. I
can do that now, be normal. Mostly. Somewhat. Maybe.
Sebastian stared at him for a moment. Her housekeeping and Relief Society schedule? he asked carefully.
Oui, he sneered. Competing with the housework. Competing
with service projects and Relief Society and PTA. Competing with the
kids activities. But you know what? I wouldnt have cared what she did

if shed just sat down at her drafting table and spilled her brains all over
it so we could build something every once in a while. Thats what Im
pissed about. And still was. I thought Nia actually had a brain to spill,
but I was wrong, which made me even more pissed at Tess, especially
when I thought about what we did build, which I cant help but think
about every time I look at my tats He stopped, then looked down
when shame flooded him.
He stayed silent for quite a while, trying to rein in his anger at what
could have been, still thick after all these years and all those miles. He
knew the anger would return in full force the minute he stepped foot on
US soil. It was why he hadnt done so but three times in three years.
I shouldnt have said that, he said low. I would He took a
deep breath. How did one ask for what one wanted instead of demanding it and expecting it to happen? I would appreciate it if you guys
would forget the things I said about her. Id really like it if you apologized, but Im not sure that would solve anything. Might make it worse.
I dont know. My expanded capacity for normal didnt expand enough
for me to know which one to choose.
There was a long silence, but tienne didnt look up from his food,
which he was now simply fiddling with and not eating.
My kids hate you guys, tienne said low. And I regret that.
What you did or that they hate us? Sebastian asked, equally low.
What I did. Their hatred is a consequence, not the problem. I
shouldnt have gone running to my girlfriends to dish every time Tess
and I had a fight. They feel abandoned. Punished. Something like that.
Were grown men, Sebastian rumbled. We knew better.
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They arent funny.
Sebastian took a deep breath. Nope.
And there was Giselle in the middle of us, being the only adult in
the room, and there I was, pissed because she wouldnt take my side.
Shes my family, dammit, not Tesss.
Have you talked to your mom?
Oh, hell no. Shed go running straight to Tess after she shoved a
stake in my back.
Shes not mad at you. Shes worried about you and Tess the same
way she was worried about Victoria all those years.
Not interested, thanks, tienne muttered, not wanting to face his
mothers sorrow any more than he wanted to face Tess.
Then Sebastian abruptly said, Tesss mother died.
tiennes mouth dropped open. He didnt think he could bear any
more shame, but there it was again, overflowing this time. He hadnt
been there for the funeral. Didnt even know. Regular contact with his
kids, and not a one had seen fit to tell him.
Right after we broke ground for Whittaker House.
So long ago! It wouldnt have been a big thing to catch a plane to
Salt Lake.
Soon-hee Chun had adored tienne from the moment hed stepped
into the Salt Lake mission home when he was nineteen years old. He
found her amusing, but it had been a delicate balancing act between
Tess and her mother, one tienne hadnt navigated with much grace at
all. There had been something wrong there, in the triangle of tienne,
Tess, and her mother, other than the fact that her mother was in it at

all. He had never understood what it was and if he didnt understand a

problem, he couldnt fix it.
Especially with humans.
Humans were totally above his pay grade.
Youre wearing your wedding ring.
tienne looked down at the wide gold filigree band studded with
rubies. Never took it off. I dont feel not married. Never did. Ive never
even referred to her as my ex-wife.
Im curious, Sebastian murmured. If Nia had turned out to have
a brain, would you have?
Sebastian waited, and tienne took a deep breath.
I wondered, he said low. But I met a woman in Seoul, the minute
I touched ground. She was breathtaking. And brilliant. And flamboyant
as hell. And I couldnt. Naturally, I get hit on a lot.
Naturally, Sebastian drawled sarcastically.
tienne ignored that. Sebastian had always been jealous of his ease
with women. Its different when youre married to a beautiful, brilliant
woman you adore, and you know youre going to be going at it like bunnies that night. And then I wasnt. Married, I mean. But every single
time And let me tell you something. There are a lot of beautiful, brilliant women in the world. The variety is mouthwatering for a normal
man, but I am not. Normal, I mean. He took a bite of his salad and
pointed his fork at his cousin. Slap some label on me for this, but the
thought of having sex with another woman nauseates me. A lot. It nauseated me the day after I left Tess, but didnt know it for what it was.
Well, yeah. Youve been conditioned to be faithful to your wife.
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gorgeous. Whatever happened to me that day Nia walked into my workshop, it never came back and it was too late. Look, I wasstill am
really pissed at Tess for filing for divorce out of the blue, and I lashed out
using Nia. I dont know what I hoped to accomplish except to maybe get
some of my own back and maybe also that shed come to her senses.
So it was a bluff.
tienne thought about that too. I could go with that. Except it
didnt work. And there I was, stuck with a loser project with a loser architect who wanted a piece of me and did just about anything she could
think of to get it. And well, I couldnt get the look on Tesss face out
of my mind.
Sebastian arose slowly, as if he were an old man with back problems, and set about gathering the plans tienne was actively ignoring.
What are you doing?
Taking these plans back to the architect.
I want to look at them.
You just said you didnt.
And you took me seriously?
Sebastian sighed and let the rolls loose again so they fanned out on
the table.
tienne studied them. It was a four-building housing complex. The
buildings were oddly shaped, thin but slightly puffed out in the middle
Looks like a really fat keel, he muttered.
They were each twelve stories high, polished concrete faades cut
vertically with strips of glass. The living units were on the south-facing
side with the access halls on the north. Each units window covered an
embedded balcony and could be opened.

The apartment buildings were placed in a diagonal pattern, with

one large common area in the middle. The rendering showed a community garden and a playground. The ground floors of each building
contained a cafeteria and lounge area.
Right concept, wrong use. Its intended use is as a low-cost longterm housing facility for mentally disabled adults and low-risk psychiatric patients. People who can do many things for themselves, people who
can worksee the garden therebut still cant live on their own. One
of the buildings is for offices and workshops.
There were cables running from the points at the tops of the buildings down to the earth in an odd pattern that looked vaguely familiar.
He blinked and looked closer. Is that hemp?
Yes. The idea is that the residents grow, process, and weave the
rope as it wears out.
tienne snorted. Thatll happen never. He flipped through the
massive pages. Sun, wind, water Its been sited? he asked quietly.
The water tables are real? To scale?
Yes. Somewhere in Texas.
He dug through more pages until he found what he suspected he
was looking at. Its strung up like a tallship. You know, the rigging.
He turned one of the renderings ninety degrees. Oh, I see. Sails get
unfurled when the winds high and theyre rigged to funnel it all into
the collection unit on the front angle. But the sails have steel cantilevered spines, so it looks like the riggings decorative. The site as a whole
is a flotilla.
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more than abundant in that part of the country. In fact, almost everything it needed could be grown or acquired locally with little effort or
cost. Except the hemp. Canvas. Made of hemp. He squinted at the
sails. The canvas by itself could funnel the wind, but it could do double-duty for solar energy. It would have to be woven with some type of
special wiring to harness it all. His mind started to churn through the
electricals to figure how it could be done.
Now he began to talk to himself. Glass calls for a system of heat
collection that doesnt exist yet.
How do you know? Youve been gone for three years.
Too advanced to have happened in three years, he muttered.
Xeriscaped. Sustainable materials, residential labor, native produce.
Mechanicals deep under the quad garden in one unit to power all four
buildings. No. Each one should operate independently.
And there you go.
tienne raised his head. What?
Anybody can run the power from the fuel cells to the buildings.
But theres nobody who can build the collection and conversion systems
these plans call for.
Of course not. tienne specialized in energy conversion because
hed married, made love to, had children and built buildings with a
woman who was a visionary. Hed worked with plenty of architects
over his career. None of them challenged him to pull energy out of the
ether and turn it into wattage the way Tess had.
Since nobody could find you, I rescinded my funding until either
you could be found or someone else could build the system.
Again, tienne noticed something in his cousins voice.
You really like this, dont you?
He nodded. Actually, I love it. Im an artist. Mother Nature is my

deity. But, as you noted, I also have OCD, and I detest authority. This
complex is art and nature and clean lines and perfect order and, with all
that possibly unattainable hemp, a big fuck you to the government, all
rolled up into one. Now, dont get me wrong. I think Whittaker House
is beautiful too, but its just so elaborate and heavy.
The Victorians did love their ornamentation, tienne muttered
absently as he continued to flip through the plans for the canvas construction, which would be the key energy collector. But Whittaker
House is plain. Its not true to period.
Its all the dark brick. The gables. The verandah. And the roof.
You know the entire thing was Vanessas doing, right? She just
couldnt draw it. She told Nia every single detail of what she wanted.
Yes. She and Knox both love it, but I could never live in that. And,
well, I did fund it for her, which has been hammered into me lately by
everybody and his dog.
Please note: I am privy to how much off-the-books money you
poured into it, and that youre the silent guarantor on her strip mall
expansion and golf course. Didnt know I knew that, either, did you?
A deep, fury-tamping breath. How did you get that information?
Asshole. I wish he would keep his fucking mouth shut.
You have known him for twenty-five years. This is what happens
when you continue to trust your information to someone who will use
it against you later. But, tienne continued, in the course of discussing a coolant I questioned his unusual lack of budgeting. Imagine my
surprise to be told he doesnt have a budget and, furthermore, his surprise that I didnt know that. My chemistbrother-in-law or notis
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Yeah, well, neither Vanessa nor Knox knows that, so keep it to

yourself. Vanessa would die of shame and Knox would kill me. Actually put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. And Vanessas current
loverwho, by the way, is now the prosecutor up in Chouteau Countyhas had it in for me from the minute he saw the painting I did of
her. If he knew, hed find a way to put me in jail.
tienne hummed noncommittally, and continued to study the
plans. She wasnt just another one of your women, he said absently.
You loved her.
I did, Sebastian agreed. I still do. But certainly not the way I love
Eilis, and I couldnt have lived with her for much longer.
Why not?
Too young. Too stuck on her childhood crushthe aforementioned prosecutorwhich made her too ambivalent about me. Too
dazzled by the sexI was her first. No. Ford was her first. I was never
really Sebastian to her, even though she called me by my name.
That clarified things a lot. Ford, Sebastians artistic alter-ego, was
the manwhore, and only because he didnt have to talk. Straight up VC
Sebastian Taight was either tongue-tied around women he found beautiful or he snapped their heads off, making him utterly unapproachable.
Sebastians wife was the only one whod refused to be intimidated by
him, which enabled her to observe him long enough to see him for himself.
Does Eilis know this?
Yes. I tell her everything, hoping someday shell trust me with her
tienne was now utterly bored with Sebastians love life. This is
genius, he said, his neurons firing at turbo. Im not sure I could do it,
he muttered. At least not yet. Take me a year, two, three, maybe, to

figure out how to build it. See, the big thing would be to weave the canvas sails with a filament that could collect wind and sun at the same
time. Or solar fabric. Oui, fabric. Use the canvas as the base. But I cant
stand the thought of putting up black sails. Ugh.
I half suspect its just a thought experiment.
I can see it. Tess would have loved this. Once upon a time. Before
she gave up her drafting board for perfectly folded underwear.
tienne dug through them frantically in an attempt to find the architects name. Not there.
Who did this? he demanded without looking up.
Geez, tienne, its right there in front of your face, on every page,
in the masthead on the bottom right. Dont you read anything?
Yeah, but the architects name is missing. Why? No answer.
tienne looked up. Why? he demanded.
Its not missing. Youre just not looking hard enough.
Where is it?
Sebastians nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. Why dont you
read the fucking fine print for once in your life?
He ignored that. Ill go with you when you get these back to Cleland. His brow wrinkled. Theyre a good firm. I like their work.
Sebastians eyelids lowered. tienne didnt know what that meant.
Did you not tell me, he began slowly, that you were here to go check
on Tabitha?
Oui. Next week. Im not doing anything right now.
No, but other people are. Ill put you in touch with the department
head when you get back and you all can set up a meeting.
Why did you show them to me if I cant talk to the architect? You
just said it was designed for me.
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blinked. Fuckoff, he growled. I didnt intend for you to see them at

all. Theyre sitting on my table in my home, a place my long-lost cousin
hasnt been for five years. How am I supposed to predict that hed show
up on the exact day theyre due back to the firm? I come upstairs to put
my kids down for a nap to find you half naked and raiding my fridge.
Youre lucky I dont carry in the house.
tienne couldnt fault the logic, but it was irrelevant to him. I want
to talk to the mind who thought that up. To. Day.
tienne, Sebastian said low, and it occurred to him that Sebastian
would have a baseball bat here somewhere and he was about to go get it.
Dont pull that shit in my house. I dont allow my children to throw
tantrums, and Im sure as hell not going to allow you to. Now go act
like an adult father who actually gives a flying fuck about his family.

5: Art Deco

MI-KYUNG, SEBASTIAN TAIGHTS in the lobby asking for you.

She snarled at her desktop. It was her boss standing in the doorway
of her office. She would have refused, but she didnt have a choice. The
news that she was tienne LaMontagnes ex-wife, that she had once been
one of the exponents of LaMontagne2, was not sitting well with her
overlords. It was true that if she had mentioned tienne and LaMontagne2, it would have been easier to get this job, but she had been desperate to put her name on a building without having to use the one
connected to Team LaMontagne.
On the other hand, it was nice to have the secret out, to not have to
tend her mystique. Her colleagues had ood and ahd over those old
plans and renderings as if she had just drawn them up. Shed been in
her twenties and thirties when shed done that work, and though with
time they had faded from visionary to merely relevant, they were still
Cleland was furious with her, but not enough to fire her. Hed
simply demanded she produce lithos of her past projects so he could
frame them and put them in the lobby. Hed also had her business
cards and stationery redone to reflect her association with LaMontagne2.
Whittaker House, being the face of the breakup of LaMontagne2,
was not spoken of at all now. Ever.
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She didnt wait for the lobby receptionist to call her and she didnt
bother to double-check her appearance. Her neon-rainbow-streaked
black hair was twisted up above her head and speared with pencils. It
wasnt to keep her hair up. It was to keep her pencils where she could
find them.
Oh, there you are, Ms. Chun, the lobby receptionist said cheerfully. You have a visitor.
She smiled, but it was forced. I know. Thank you.
There was Sebastian, his back to her, as tall as tienne but not as bulky,
his short black hair salting up nicely, waiting for her across the terrazzo
floor, his hands in the pockets of his crisp black suit, looking at a rendering
she had done in watercolors.
You have good technique, he mused, still studying the painting,
but not looking at her reflection in the glass. Youre an artist as much
as an architect.
Coming from him, that was a compliment of the highest order. It
was, in fact, the second high compliment hed given her in as many encounters.
He didnt give out compliments.
Thank you. Lets go outside.
He followed her out into the crisp October afternoon, and the wind
almost blew her jingling skirt up over her head.
They were silent for quite a while, but Tess would be darned if she
spoke first. She strolled along relaxed, her hands behind her back and
he had his hands buried in his pockets. His head was bowed.
Tell me about Whittaker House, he said low. It was a request,
not a command, which surprised her.
Its not going to fall down, if thats what youre worried about.
He said nothing, and she realized suddenly that that was exactly

what he was worried about.

She sighed. Dont take the inside-baseball stuff so literally. If Nia
had not presented herself as a green architect, it would be a respectable
accomplishment. Better than that. It mostly powers itself. Vanessa can
sell energy back to the utility. Thats what its supposed to do. But it is
not brilliant and its not a masterpiece and its not a prototype for what
could be in the future. Its a run-of-the-mill green building. And since
the propane wasnt in the original plans, thats a big mark against it.
For a handful of people, including my colleagues, what it should
have been, could have beenbut isntis a tragedy. Its visceral, almost like a betrayal. Now that the cats out of the bag about whatever
happened to Tess LaMontagne, who designed all those groundbreaking
projects tienne LaMontagne powered, its even more difficult because
everybody knows if I had designed it She wasnt explaining herself
well, but it didnt matter. And, she continued low, Im pretty sure
tienne was just as heartbroken as everyone else is.
Especially in light of what hed said to her their last night together.
Sebastian took a deep breath, pulled one hand out of his pocket and
rubbed his mouth. Um I dont really know how to approach this.
Not sure I should, either.
She waited.
tienne was not sleeping with Nia.
I know.
He stopped abruptly and stared at her, aghast.
She shrugged. The night he left me, he told me he intended to. I
was ill. Shattered. I puked for days. He was angry and She still
couldnt think about that night without tearing up, and her nose began
to sting, so she tried to pack words into her brain that would drive the
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what was going on down there and I realized what Nia was. I know
tienne and he is first and foremost attracted to the crazy train.
Sebastian laughed.
Flamboyance. Strong passions. High drama. Grand gestures. But
more than that, he is attracted to intelligence. Not your ordinary smartpeople intelligence, though hes easier to manage if youre smart, but the
crazy-smart. The kind of smart that ends up having to self-medicate
with alcohol and drugs and Adderall to cope with life. They may or
may not kill themselves. If they dont, they land in the gutter flat broke
or chop their ears off. Them. Put that in a woman and
Yeah, not Nia, Sebastian muttered. She has no depth. Theres no
there there.
Tess shrugged. To tienne, those two things are the same. He
wont bother to dig out your IQ to play with it. It has to be on display
and presented for his personal amusement.
But you were crazy, then you werent, and now you are again.
You forgot who I am, Tess said with a certain satisfaction. You
stopped seeing me for who I am when tienne started going to you
with his gripes.
Nooo, he drawled. We thought youd finally hit the wall and
started taking medication to cope with life. He made air quotes. We
didnt forget who you were. You became somebody else entirely and we
didnt know what youd done with Tess or how to talk to this new person.
She started and looked at him in shock. Did you all think that?
Well, yeah, he said, because the changeover might have been
gradual for you and tienne, but we saw you less and less so when we
did see you, it was a shock. What are we supposed to say when weve
got tienne over here bitching about his wife turning from Mozart to

June Cleaver, and there you were right in front of us being June Cleaver
instead of Mozart? We thought you were withdrawing from us because
you stopped wanting to deal with the crazy thats the Dunham family.
Tess swallowed hard, shocked and hurt. All her assumptions
about the Douchebag Triumvirate had just shattered into sand, and she
didnt know what to do with the mess. But you didnt even question
it, she said weakly.
Were we supposed to save you from yourself? he demanded.
Were we supposed to stage an intervention? tienne wanted you back,
but when we saw you, you seemed serene. Who takes the serenity of a
perfectly functioning woman firing on all cylinders to turn her back into the bipolar mess shes always been? Im an artist. Dont think I dont
know how much easier life is when youre not knee-deep in paint and
canvas, when you can remember what day it ishell, what year it is.
My business is the only thing that saves me from that, but you never
had that. Then suddenly you did.
She sighed heavily, unable to speak for quite a while.
Even Giselle and Aunt Harrie thought you were on medication,
he continued finally, quietly. tienne swore you werent, but itd be
easy to hide that from him.
I wasnt on drugs, she muttered, her head spinning. I just woke
up one day and realized you cant run a family on high drama and neon
green hair tips. Somebody had to be the adult.
Yes, and adults in your situation with your resources hire domestics.
She bristled. You adore your kids. Would you hire a nanny for your
Absolutely not, he snapped. My goal was to be a work-at-home
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damn sure dont plant flowers or clean the pool. I also have assistants,
agents, accountants, and lawyers. You had all that, but you took over
doing it by yourself and seemed happy to.
Tess shuddered, a feeling of ickiness trickling through her at the
thought of domestics, barely remembering a time when she hired all
that out, but she shook her head, attempting to clear it.
That was what tienne was pissed aboutand after that presentation you gave, Im beginning to think I may have reacted the same way.
It would turn my soul upside down if Eilis turned into Mozart after
having been Marcus Aurelius her whole life. For better or worse, yeah,
but a complete personality change into somebody I would never have
married? Thats dirty pool.
Goodness, was that how tienne had seen it? Tess put her hand
over her mouth, unable to deal with it at the moment. But
Is that why you were mad at the meeting? she asked low.
No. I was pissed about Whittaker House and Nia, which was
made exponentially worse the minute I realized what you could have
done with Whittaker House, and then you worked me up one side and
down the other for it. He sighed heavily. Look, Tess, I didnt come
here to get on your case. I came to ask how fucked up Whittaker House
is. Vanessa is a survivalist and she wanted a fully self-sufficient operation. I didnt give her that.
Its not your fault, Tess muttered. Completely self-sufficient
buildings are very rare. Ive only managed to build one out of six. The
fact that I could have easily made Whittaker House fully self-sufficient
doesnt negate the fact that Nia fluffed up her qualifications to be
awarded the project. You also wanted to give a young, hungry architect
a start because thats what you do. It was a gamble to begin with.
Tess stopped talking because she couldnt sift out what she wanted

to say from the things Sebastian had just dropped on her.

Finally he said, And so you knew all along that tienne hadnt
cheated on you.
She shrugged. I was only ninety percent sure because he told me
point blank if I didnt call off the divorce, he would because he said he
had the hots for Nia. Were in the middle of Oh, why not be frank?
Sebastian couldnt be shocked. She sighed and dove in. Were having
sex, good sex. The angry sex was the best. I was never June Cleaver in
bed. Were in the middle of thatIm coming down off a killer orgasmand he tells me about this other woman.
Sebastian groaned.
The sick irony? I had already decided I didnt want to divorce him.
He didnt give me a chance to say it before I hear other woman and
Hes pressing me to go design a building, but I needed to go see my
lawyer the next day and hes demanding I either answer him or hit the
drafting table right then. I couldnt have spoken if youd held a gun to
my head. He gave me up, like that. She snapped her fingers. Didnt
wait for a response. Didnt wait until I could talk. I had no reason not to
believe him, because hes not capable of lying. Then he signed the papers. At first, I thought he had slept with Nia, but that was so not
tienne. Then Emilio told me he hadnt, wouldnt. Couldnt.
Sebastian took a rough breath. He didnt read the papers before he
signed them.
She sighed. It took me a while, but I finally figured that out. She
smiled up at him then, but it was watery. Do I think Whittaker House
could have been so much more? Oh, yes. Do I regret not having designed it? Sometimes. Sometimes not. Am I sorry that it isnt what it
could have been? Definitely. Am I giddy that its a complete disaster to
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bet I am. Its my vindication for what he said, for leaving me, for not
appreciating what I was trying to do for the family. His karma.
Sebastian laughed. He doesnt feel karma the same way everybody
else does.
Dont kid yourself he isnt writhing in agony over it and will until
he dies. If he had had his way, he would have packed a semi full of dynamite under it and let nature take over the rubble.
He looked intrigued by that. Really? Hed feel it that deeply?
She nodded. He might not have if he hadnt built with me, didnt
know what I was capable of. Once. Before five kids and a husband who
provided very well for us but needed a keeper. My crazy got beat down
by my survival instinct. My vision taunted me constantly with the fact
that I didnt have a minute to pick up a pencil, much less sit down and
draw. Then here comes my mother popping in whenever, running her
white-gloved finger over my picture frames, quoting Martha Stewart
and church leaders from the fifties, telling me Im not meeting my husbands needs well enough. All of them. And I had tienne in my other
ear telling me constantly to go draw. I cant work in bits and pieces.
How did he expect me to lock myself in an office for week nonstop
when there was so much to do?
He grunted. Stuff you didnt have to do.
Okay, so what? You still didnt need to enable his whining, she
said quietly. He shouldnt have trashed me, but what I fault you for is
letting him cull you away from me and the kids because he wanted to
keep you to himself.
He nodded slowly. I understand and Im sorry. For what its
worth, weall three of usare ashamed that he walked out on you.
That shocked her. Why are you ashamed? You didnt do it.
Because hes a Dunham, he said flatly, part of the pack. And we

dont run out on our families.

Tess stared at him, still shocked but pleased. You feel that reflects on you?
Sebastian nodded. Weve all had our cowardly moments. Crises.
Bad decisions. Consequences. Angst. But not him. No, he did everything
right. He was the epitome of righteousness, whereas we Well, weve
racked up our share of pretty major sins, but none of us had a spouse
and children riding on how we handled our midlife crises. So yes, on
the spectrum of the packs hierarchy of sins, Knox gets a pass. tienne
Tess gulped, only now realizing how desperate she had been for
their support, and now to know
Thank you, she breathed, tears pricking her eyes.
Question, he began with some hesitance, how would you be able
to work with tienne on your flotilla project?
Tess sniffled. I call it the four-twenty.
He barked a surprised laugh.
I dont know, she sighed. The client wanted the impossible. I
gave them that. Then they were mad at me because it truly is impossible without tienne. Its a lot of money, a lot of prestige. Its not my
finest work, but its a close second. Id find a way to work with him because I want it to be built as badly as the client does.
I do too, he said softly, surprising her. I love it. Id fund it in a
heartbeat, because tiennes work is cutting edge, a goldmine for licensing agreements alone, not to mention the stuff Emilio comes up with.
It made her very sad. All of it. What could have been. What was
once. What she wanted again, but didnt know how to get and how to
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Tess sighed. Its a moot point. You know tienne. When he cuts
somebody off, its done. Like they never existed. I havent spoken to him
since he left me with a couple of really good orgasms and an Eff you,
Tess. Im going to get my crazy from someone else and ride her vision.
He showed up at two weddings and a missionary farewell without a
word or a glance acknowledging my existence, and all I could do was
stare at him because hes so beautiful and remember what it was like to
make love with him and build together.
The heartache in Sebastians sigh was real. How did he know
about them?
Emilio. The mans got a cast-iron psyche, to be able to balance all
the crazy amongst Victoria, tienne, and me, but he doesnt give up
information, even to Victoria because shed have told me.
He has his own agenda for what information he does and does not
divulge when, where, and to whom.
Honestly, I dont know how she puts up with that, she said. Id
be mad about everything my husband was keeping from me.
Its hard to tell what he keeps from her because hes being underhanded or because she doesnt want to be bothered. Thats a code only
hes been able to crack and every couple has their idiosyncrasies. He
paused. Unfortunately for you, none of us wants to get involved. Nine
times out of ten, meddling makes everything worse, people end up
pissed at the meddler no matter how well-intentioned, and considering
what weve been through the last ten years, you can probably understand why were all a little touchy about gossiping.
Ah, yes. That. Giselle had inadvertently started a snowball of tragedy when she was still a teenager. Murder. Mayhem. One little bit of
information turned Sebastians, Knoxs, and Giselles lives upside down
for years, and the three of them were still recovering, not quite knowing

what to do with their newfound peace and quiet. They were lost. Constantly looking over their shoulders. Questioning everything. Still
armed. Tess wouldnt be surprised to know Sebastian had a gun on him
right now. Theyd lived with the stress so long they didnt know how to
live without it.
One thing was for sure, though: Giselle could keep secrets better
than a dead man.
Does tienne talk to the kids? he asked carefully.
She chortled at the unexpected question. How would I know?
They have their lives and Im dealing with a really sick one.
He started. What?
My daughter, Darcy. Shes pregnant, but shes got the opposite of
postpartum depression. Antepartum. Shes It hurt so badly to say
it, but Tess shoved down her crazy and did it anyway. Shes suicidal.
Oh, fuck, he breathed.
They dont talk about that, you know. Or at least, not much. Its
not natural. Its shameful, when youre supposed to be happy and glowing and your worst problem is puking every morning for three months.
Watch it. Youre going to harm the baby. Control yourself. Whats the
matter with you? Dont you know there is no such thing as depression
during pregnancy? We cant buy good help at any price and Darcy
would just die if anybody at church knew, but thats what familys for,
right? I pulled Kelly out of school to help full time, and Giselle and
Harriet help when they can. I just Her husband is a tiny little thing,
like her and You know what we need? We need a big, strong man to
control her. She paused. Someone as big and strong as her father, but
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Can we help? I know Knox and Morgan would be happy to. Its
not much in the way of making amends, but
She sighed. The problem is that it comes on suddenly. You just
Youd have to be willing to move in for a while, and youve all got your
own lives. I appreciate the offer, though. She did, she realized, and
suddenly she wanted to be able to call on them if necessary. You know
what? Can I If I need Is that offer open?
Absolutely, he said immediately. Then, But look, I If What
if what if I could find tienne?
If anyone could, itd be the Douchebag Triumvirate.
But she laughed harshly. Trust me, as much as I love and miss
tienne, and I pray every night that hes safe, his being here right now,
demanding attention and making everything all about him, would be
the worst possible thing I could imagine. She paused and having her
anger and pride set aside almost forcibly, she murmured, But if youre
offering, Id like you to find my son. Kimber. He left the day after he
turned sixteen and never came back. I dont even know if hes alive.
He cleared his throat. Ill, uh, see what I can do.

6: Baroque


landed in Salt Lake City the next day

with his wallet and phone and passport (he never knew where he might
want to go next) and his backpack, which held little more than undergarments, a change of clothes, and basic toiletries. He was used to traveling this way.
He liked it.
So there was really nothing to impede his progress to Provo except
the clerk at the rental car kiosk, at which time he remembered Kimbers
aversion to the extras of civilization. Or, as he considered them, burdens.
It took four times longer than necessary to get a car and get on his
He was loath to stay in Salt Lake where memories of Tess were
everywhere. He could hardly resist the temptation to drive by the mission house where shed lived the entire eighteen months of his mission.
But getting onto I-15 immediately proved difficult because it was
rush hour, and southbound I-15 was a parking lot.
I should have taken State Street, he grumbled. But that would
have taken him by the ward building where hed first seen seventeenyear-old Mi-kyung Tess Chun pulling off Cyndi Lauper much, much
better than Cyndi Lauper did, dressing down the Gospel Doctrine
teacher in front of half the ward, and fallen in love ten days into his
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Oh, hell, he would give anything to make her take him back under
any circumstances, even if she did still think dusting baseboards was
more important than designing visionary buildings. Because if she took
him back, hed have time and proximity to seduce her back to her drafting table, with no kids to tend and no mother around to distract her.
Thanks to Kimbers training, he might actually be able to understand
why shed chosen baseboards over designing, and then fix her.
He couldnt fix something he didnt understand.
But she would never take him back now, not after what he had said
that last night together.
Big mistake.
It took him two hours to get to Provo and he wallowed in guilt the
entire time, replaying that night, what hed said, when, and how. Tess
was a fighter and she didnt retreat and she could slam ultimatums back
in someones face so hard theyd be dizzy. He should have known better
than to think that would work.
Tess, I dont understand what you really need to get your vision back. Ill
give it to you. Ill give you anything you ask for. Just tell me in a way I can understand.
That was what he should have said.
Hed say it now if he could figure out a way to let her know there
was no Nia, had never been a Nia.
Shed never believe it.
Hed signed the papers.
So lost in those thoughts, he got to BYU without noticing, then
shook himself. He had to focus on his daughter.
He found Tabbys ramshackle little rental house easily, but hesitated. It was dinner time. She had a baby and a toddler. Shed be cooking
now, wouldnt she? Would her husband be there to help her?

He didnt know.
There was no car in the driveway, so he parked on the wide street in
case her husband really wasnt there and needed to park, and cut across
her crappy lawn. He rang the doorbell. He could hear a child screaming
in the background, the TV blaring some kid show, but he didnt hear
the doorbell.
So he knocked. No answer.
He knocked harder. Still no answer.
He balled up his fist, pounded on it, and bellowed, TABITHA!
That got her attention, but tienne barely managed to hide his shock
when she opened the door. His effervescent, flamboyant, and demanding
daughter stood in front of him haggard and worn, looking older than she
was, her sloe eyes with dark circles and the whites streaked in red. Her
straight black hair was a rats nest. She wore a tattered smock and holey
slippers. Her face was a study in hopelessness and despair.
Too happy. Kelly was right.
Dad, she breathed, her eyes widening and her breathing quickening. Uh why are you here? she asked, panicking, her sudden energy
that of a child caught with her hand stuck in the cookie jar. She stood
on her tiptoes, trying to look at something over his shoulder, but when
he turned, all he saw was the SUV hed rented.
What are you looking for?
Just Um, if you drove.
I do know how to drive.
Or, you know. A taxi. Or whatever.
There was something really fishy about that, but it was irrelevant.
He leaned to his left to see the living room cluttered, filthy, and the baby was still crying. The toddler, he now saw, was clinging to her leg
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What to do. What to do.

I thought you were somewhere, she squeaked, now attempting to
close the door a bit so hed stop snooping. Eh, that wasnt going to happen.
I was, he said absently, and attempted to maneuver his way
around her and into the house. She moved to block him. He looked
back at her, but she refused to look at him. And now Im some-here.
Kelly remarked to me that you had been too happy at her, which made
me realize I had noticed the same thing. Then when I called you last
week, your phone didnt connect.
She didnt answer, and still wouldnt look at him.
Wheres your husband? he demanded.
She flushed. I dont know.
Tabitha, he said calmly, but with a hard edge that let her know he
meant business. Let me in.
But She choked off a sob, then her shoulders slumped and she
He stepped in and his ears were immediately assaulted by the deafening baby screams that had been muffled by the door. His mind
fuzzed and he wanted nothing more than to leave. Fast. But he
couldnt. His baby needed him in the worst way.
He barely managed to think through the chaos of the noise.
Whats wrong with the baby?
Gas, she said with a resigned tone. I gave him some stuff. I dont
think it works. Or else it wasnt the right stuff.
tienne knew less than nothing about babies, but he knew how to
Google. So he whipped his phone out. He held up his search results.
She squinted and leaned close. Thats not what I have.

tienne could not stay without the noise sending him into the corner to curl up with his hands over his ears. Abandoning her was not an
option, but he could not tolerate that.
Wheres the drugstore?
Her face lost a little of its color, but he couldnt fathom why. The
Creamerys up Ninth East. Otherwise, everythings on the other side of
University Ave.
Ill be right back.
Right back was an assumption of massive proportions. Hed thought
Tabby was exaggerating how far away a drug store of any kind was, but no.
He drove right to one, but it took him forever because of the student traffic and how freaking inconvenient everything was. Once there,
he took the time to talk to a pharmacist. Rather, he made a scene when
the pharmacist barely glanced at him, demanded he pay attention to
him, only him, and woe be to the human who didnt. He also demanded that the pharmacistwho had a line of customers waiting to have
their prescriptions filledescort him to the baby aisle personally and tell
him exactly what he needed for a
I dont know how old he is, tienne admitted. Six months? I
The pharmacist, half pissed and half intimidated by tiennes size
and appearance, pointed at the medicines and said, Youll need that,
this, and those over there. I have other customers waiting for me. Im
sure someone else can help you with whatever else you need.
Though tienne didnt give one crap about anybody else, he allowed the man to scurry away, then commandeered a little coed with a
wedding ring and a baby bump to tell him what else to get. She was only
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She went breathless.

And then he pretty much cleaned out the aisle.
The baby was still screaming when he returned to the house an
hour later, and he shoved the right gas relief stuff in Tabbys hand.
Give him some of that. I cant stand that noise.
She took the box listlessly and turned, never looking at him, scuffling her feet as she went into the bowels of the house, the toddler clinging to her housedress and staring back at tienne, still in shock.
It took forever for the screaming to stop, where forever equals two
tienne, still standing in the middle of the filthy living room,
dropped his head back in relief. Then it occurred to him to hit the
kitchen and conduct an inspection. He threw open the refrigerator.
Nothing but a few carefully wrapped leftovers and some condiments.
The freezer. Not much more than ice and small packages of breadstuffs he assumed were intended to become turkey dressing.
The cabinets. One can of formula and a few jars of baby food.
He sensed her presence. She was quiet. Too quiet. A younger Tabby would have been screaming at him for invading her space, which he
would have continued to do regardless. This Tabby looked close to having a breakdown and he wasnt sure how he should approach it. Whatever it was. And which it to start with. He could hardly shake her
and demand she explain what happened.
He continued to inventory the cabinets and attempt to make a list
in his head. No, there was too much. Hed need pen and paper.
Wheres mom? she asked low.
tienne barked a harsh laugh and looked over his shoulder at her,
his eyebrow raised. The toddler was still clinging to her, his eyes wide
and his fist in his mouth. Your guess is as good as mine, ma fille chrie,

but since she is not here, I must assume you also told her everything
was fine. How long were you going to keep lying to us before you asked
for help?
She looked away and down.
Hrmph. Were you planning to call anybody? Ever?
She hesitated. My phones cut off.
I know that. Thats why Im here. Your cell too, right?
It died.
Pay phone?
She sobbed. Or laughed. Whatever. No, he realized. Those were
Do you have a computer?
Internet access?
He knew the answer already. No.
Cable TV?
She shook her head. A couple of DVDs for Raleigh, but hes tired
of them.
Are you going to church? he asked, not because he was concerned
about her soul, but because the church should have been taking care of
her. Except they had to be aware of her situation before they could do
She barely shook her head.
Whend Dave leave?
A couple of weeks ago. I think.
tienne took a deep breath and said, You can come home with me
or I can move here. Which would you rather?
Her lips pressed together in indecision, and her eyes were firmly
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tiennes heart broke.

He had nothing here, and hed resented having been called to the
penny-ante Salt Lake City mission, particularly since Sebastian got sent
to Franceand he didnt even speak French!and it was tiennes
first language!and then his twin sister got sent to Spain!so he resented Salt Lake. Even if it had given him Tess.
He didnt have many material possessions in Kansas City either,
but he did have a large family.
Actually, he just really hated Utah.
Are you sick? he asked quietly.
To his surprise, she barked a humorless laugh. I dont know. Maybe? Im so tired. All I can do is sleep. I can barely manage to feed the
kids and change their diapers. My milk didnt come in, so I have to set
an alarm to remember to make formula before he starts crying. If I remember to set the alarm.
That didnt surprise him, though. Your mothers didnt, either.
And lack of breast milk meant she had to shell out for formula. Dont
they have welfare or something?
She looked away. I cant leave the house.
He could see why. No transportation. No energy. A toddler and an
infant. Did she have a stroller? A baby backpack or whatever it was
called? Even the poorest women in Asia and Africa had cloth slings to
carry their children in a way that would allow them to work. And she
was a long way from a grocery store. Even if she had everything she
needed to hoof it with the kids, getting everything back would be a task
of astronomical difficulty.
Do you have any friends? he burst out.
Another bare motion of her head no.
What about your neighbors?

They hate us, she muttered, her face flushing. One of them
slammed the door in my face. She said I deserved whatever happened
to me.
Dave had isolated her completely and alienated any potential allies
and, to make sure she stayed put while he wandered, hed left her no
resources she could use to get out. Not even her feet. How had tienne
let this happen to his little girl?
Oh, Tabby, he moaned.
I know youre disappointed in me, she said, no life in her voice. I
dont blame you.
He laughed harshly, and the toddler whimpered. I am not disappointed in you. Im hurting for you.
She winced.
Wasnt there a Thing women got after childbirth? Tesss mood
swings had ramped up while she was pregnant, but they went back to
normal as soon as she popped the baby out. Of course, they had had
plenty of money for food and formula, so he supposed that if Tess had
had a Thing, it would have been worse without food or the hope of getting any.
Im going to go grocery shopping. Can you manage to take a shower or something?
She shrugged. Sort of. Not really.
That wasnt going to work. Simplify simplify simplify. Okay. How
about we all go find a nice hotel room and Ill order pizza?
Her eyelashes fluttered and she exhaled quite a bit of air, but she
didnt say anything. That idea had been divinely inspired. Then again,
he was used to divine inspiration.
God had always loved him best.
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She let out a little peep. What if She stopped. Gulped. he

comes back and Im not here?
tienne had no reply for that for a second or two because his attention was caught by the fear on her face. If he could get his hands on that
kid Tabby, he said carefully, he hasnt been back in two weeks.
The odds hell come back while youre gone are slim to none. If he does,
you just wont be here. Whats he going to do, trash the house?
She blanched and looked to the side.
And if he does trash the house, so what? Tabby, look at me.
She tried. She really did. But her eyes never rose about his chin. He
decided not to press it.
Did Dave ever hit you?
She made some vague gesture that might be no. Might be sometimes, never, or only on the second Thursday of every month.
That meant he had.
And hes trashed the house. Thrown things? He looked around.
Ah. Punched his fist through the wall? Broken panes out of the windows? That hadnt been reglazed, with winter coming on.
He would have missed her hesitant nod if he hadnt been looking at
Has he left you alone like this before?
She nodded, and he realized she preferred being left alone and helpless.
But hes always come back before?
She nodded.
Do you love him?
She didnt move. I dont know.
Then something else occurred to him. He didnt want to ask, but

he had to. Has he raped you?

She stiffened, just the slightest bit, but otherwise she didnt move.
She didnt answer.
And that was all tienne needed to know.
You dont have to worry about him anymore, ma fille chrie. Sit down
and relax a while so I can gather a few of your things. Can you do that?
She nodded. It was quite a bit above barely moving but far below
enthusiastic. Didnt matter. It was better than anything shed given him
so far.
He ached to see his defiant daughter so broken. Where were the
screaming fits and demands and refusals to obey? Where were her crazy
haircuts and ears studded with various and sundry earrings? Where
were her imaginative homemade fashions, meticulously designed and
hand-crafted out of thrift store finds? And on her less imaginative days,
her goth, her steampunk, her Victoriana? His daughter wouldnt be
caught dead in jeans and a tee shirt, much less a muumuu.
The only thing he could see of her was the My Little Pony tattoo
above her ankle, which had made him mad the second he saw it.
Are you kidding me? You put more thought into your last skirt than you did in
that clichd piece of I expect better from you, Tabby. If you couldnt come up
with anything on your own, you shouldve asked your mom to draw you something
original. Significant. Or wait until you actually had something significant to ink.
Its cute! Everybody says so!
Then everybodys got crappy taste.
He gently gathered her in his arms and pressed her cheek to his
chest until she relaxed against him. He stroked her greasy rats nest and
pressed his mouth to her head. It was gross. And he was used to gross.
I love you, Tabby, he murmured. I love you so much.
She just sighed.

7: Midcentury

TIENNE LOOKED DOWN AT THE semi-clean but happy baby lying on

his hotel room bed, and propped his hands on his hips. He had screwed
up that diaper change like nobodys business because he was afraid of
touching the baby too much in case he damaged it somehow. It wasnt
his kid. That made a difference. He really didnt want to pick it up again,
because the more he picked it up, the greater the odds that he would
drop it.
It had been a long time since hed dealt with babies, but a couple of
his kidshe didnt remember which ones, precisely, as he had five of
themhad liked to sleep on his chest.
Tess hadnt liked that. She thought hed roll over on them in his
sleep or forget they were there and sit up suddenly.
He didnt blame her for that. It wasnt an unfounded fear.
He cast a glance at the toddler, who seemed to be intrigued by the
cheap crap toys he had picked up at the drugstore on the way to the
hotel. The boy dumped the crayons on the bed. Picked one up and
studied it as if he vaguely recalled what it was for.
tienne piled blankets and pillows around the baby so he wouldnt
roll off the bed or something stupid like that, gave him a pacifier and a
rattle, then skirted the end of it until he got to the other bed. The toddler looked up at him, but then back down at his new possessions.
Somewhere between giving him a squeaky toy, shoving pizza in his

mouth, and pouring milk down his throat, tienne had earned his
trust. He sat on the bed beside him and reached for a coloring book.
Here, he murmured, opening it, and picking up a crayon to demonstrate. This is how you do it.
Tess could have done it so much better. She could create masterpieces out of a piece of paper and a stick of colored wax. Give her a sixty-four-count flip-top box of crayonswith the little sharpener on the
backand a stack of newsprint and she would be in heaven for days.
Once upon a time.
tienne breathed a sigh of relief when the child snatched the coloring book with a squeal and went to town. Heck, for all tienne cared,
he could color on the walls. He should color on the walls. That was what
walls were for, giant blank canvases just right for holding information
or art.
tienne and Tess had moved to Kansas City after she graduated
from MIT. She loved his mother, loved the peacefulness of their Sunset
Hill neighborhood that was only moments away from chaos, loved being able to stand out and turn heads because Kansas City was so much
more staid than Boston. The house he had bought for her was very traditionalnot her style, nor hisa light-brick colonial revival. But it
was big, on almost an acre of land, had a big swimming pool in the back
and, more importantly, a big pool house tienne could convert into a
workshop. The house also had giant blank walls just waiting for her to
color onand she had.
He closed his eyes, sighed, and let the memories and quiet wash
over him, punctuated only by soft toddler giggles (that was okay) and
baby coos (that was even okay-er).
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And Tess. In one of her outfits, the ones that made her look like
the love child of a harajuku girl and a belly dancer. Or better, in one of
her little tease-me lingerie sets, which she would not bother to remove
before opening his fly and sliding herself down on him. Or getting on
her knees and taking him down her throat.
She was beautiful, his wife. Five-three. Sultry almond eyes she
could enhance until she was full-on femme fatale. Straight black hair
when it wasnt streaked in one color or six. Heart-shaped face. Creamy
vanilla skin. Strong nose and full lips just right for Full breasts and
hips and nicely rounded butt, evidence of the children theyd made together. He loved watching himself disappear into her
He groaned and wondered how long he could stay in the bathroom
before somebody bothered him.
Whats your name?
He started and looked down at the little boy hed forgotten about,
who, so far as he knew, couldnt speak yet. And here he was with a
clearly articulated question that made some sense.
Now he had to answer it. Possibly carry on a conversation with a
two-year-old. What was tiennes name? Such a simple question, and
yet so fraught with meaning.
There was no help for it. He was going to have to say the word and
he really did not want to.
The child blinked. Youre my grandpa?
Sadly. Your mothers father, oui. He paused. Thats yes in
French. I was born in France. My fathers French. You want to learn
how to speak French? Now he was just spewing to hear himself, so he
It was getting late and he wanted to keep the quiet. To wrap himself

up in it and snuggle for a while so he could continue with his memories

of Tess, because heaven knew it wouldnt last.
The connecting doors between his and Tabbys room were open,
and he arose to peek in on her. She was out like a light after a long, hot
bath and a decent meal, during which she hadnt said a word, even
when spoken to directly. It was as if she couldnt hear him, she was so
buried in her mind. Shed ignored the children, which he did not blame
her for in the least bit. But that left him to deal with them, and he had
to Google for every little detail of how to do so.
Just as his mind was about to overload, his phone rang. Ah, his twin
sister, right on cue, even though it was three oclock in the morning in
tienne, she returned, then continued in French. Whats the
I am impressed with your prescience. Did I wake you?
No. Emilio just returned from a week-long conference in Brussels
and is reading a bedtime story to Dolly since she waited up for him. If
you wouldnt mind, please tell me your problem so I can have sex with
him when hes done.
He explained. He stopped. She was silent. Then, You did all this
Yes. And now I need advice to continue doing it, because if I dont
do it, who will?
Hm. Now you finally understand what I had to do by myself all
those years.
He sighed. This is why I havent spoken to you in five years.
I want to rub it in your face so badly I cant stand it. Put me on
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It turned out, tienne discovered to his great surprise, that giving a

toddler a bath was not such a bad adventure and was grateful the salesclerk had told him to get bubble bath. It would keep the boy happy, if
not quiet. Actually, tienne didnt mind the giggling. Hed forgotten
what an awesome sound kid-giggles were.
He also remembered that giving an infant a bath was good training
for handling Faberg eggs. And that sinks were better than bathtubs.
It was ten by the time he had followed each and every one of Victorias instructions. He fed the baby and the toddler again whether they
wanted anything or not because there was no way in hell he was going
to get up for a midnight feeding.
Then he tucked the two-year-old in, clutched the baby to his chest
so he wouldnt drop it, carefully laid himself on the bed, pulled the boy
to his side, and the covers up over all three of them.
It was the best nights sleep hed had in five years.


still alive come morning,

although the boy kicked like a mule and the babys hands were almost
irretrievably tangled up in tiennes hair.
Dad, Im so sorry.
He lifted his eyelids to see Tabby standing over him and reaching
for the baby. Bout what? he slurred.
I just I dont what happened. I
There were tears in her eyes, but she really didnt look any better
than she had yesterday and he didnt think her mind was all there yet.
Dont worry about it, he said, rubbing his face and yawning. Nobody got suffocated. Everybody got a good nights sleep.
Mommy, thats my grandpa!

tienne groaned.
She looked at the boy and said, Thats right, sweetie. She looked
back at tienne. I dont know how I missed his midnight feeding.
Im so sorry.
tienne smacked his lips and wished shed go away so he could get
out of bed and hit the bathroom. He didnt wake up, so the screaming
should start any time now.
His head couldnt take it. He had to find a way to keep that kid
perpetually happy.
He slept through the night? she asked cautiously.
Oui, he drawled suspiciously. Both of them did. But my ribs are
going to be black and blue tomorrow.
Theyve never slept through the night before.
Team Dad for the win. Tabs, I have to go. Seriously.
Her expression melted into panic. Go?! You just got here!
That made no sense. And then I. Have. To. Pee.
Oh. The utter relief on her face would have been funny had it not
been so shattering. It was the first real sign that she actually knew what
was going on and wanted him there.
Take the kids and get out!
Oh. Oh! Sorry!
She gathered them up and scurried into her room, slamming the
connecting door behind her. tienne groaned.
Once he had taken care of his business, showered, and gotten ready
for the day, he knocked on her door. Your turn. Hand over the spawn.
She opened the door, and she was already exhausted from having
simply minded them for an hour. He ran his tongue over his teeth.
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This would require menial thinking, so he concentrated.

What would Kimber do?
Okay. Take a shower. Wash your hair. Comb it. Brush your teeth.
Do you have any clean clothes? Other than that muumuu you were
She looked haunted. I dont know, she whispered.
Hooo boy. He bent his head and rubbed his temples. Tabs, youre
gonna have to help me here a little bit. Im baby challenged. He was
also twenty-two-year-old-catatonic-daughter challenged. He didnt say
that part. Barely.
Let me ask you something. Is there anything in that house you
would want to keep?
I dont know.
He nearly groaned. Is there anything of value in the house? Even
as he asked, he knew the answer.
But she only said, I dont know.
This was not getting him anywhere. Im going to order room service, and Ill take care of the spawn. You will get ready to go out and you
will try on some new clothes and you will pick out clothes for the boys.
They cant stay in those dirty little jumper things forever, especially
since I just threw them away.
Onesie, she said dully.
Its called a onesie.
Nice to know. She still didnt move. Tabitha. Her eyelashes fluttered upward. She was so small. Still his little girl. So much life and joy
and vivacitygone. He couldnt stand it. I want to see my bubbly and
colorful little girl again, he said before he thought, and I will do whatever I have to do to pull her out of you.

She blinked in what might have been wonder.

You will do what I tell you to do until you can think for yourself
again. No argument Not that she could. no disobedience, no
tantrums. Do you understand?
She closed her eyes and let out a great sigh. She nodded. Okay,

find anything for herself.

tienne, being vain enough to know how to dress himself in a manner
befitting his place in the world as Gods favorite, was dismayed to find
out womens off-the-rack fashion was so bland.
Hed been spoiled. He knew that. Before Tess had gone all Stepford,
she had dazzled him with her creativity. Then his daughter had come
along and followed suit, even as Tess devolved to sweater sets.
Tesss free spirit had evaporatedwhy, he didnt know, because he
adored her for it. But Tabbys had been crushed, ground into the dirt under the heel of a kid tienne knew was bad news, but couldnt prove it.
Hed tried.
He walked through Target, daughter and grandsonsughin
tow, turning every female head as he went and a few male ones too.
That was normal. What was also normal was that he had offers of help
coming out his ears.
He looked at a pierced and tatted young woman with pink-streaked
bleach-blonde hair and granted her the smile that got people to do anything he wanted, give him anything he wanted.
It had driven Kimber up a wall when he did it on purpose.
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Shes only letting us stay because she wants to fuck you.

Everybody does.
In an effort to pull a smile out of Tabby, he exaggerated his accent
and used accompanying hand gestures. When they were little, the kids
had begged him to do this every time they went out, and giggled madly
at the reactions he got.
Would you be so kind as to elp my daughter dress? Somezing to
make ere feel good and peraps ah, what izee word? Peck. Oui, peck
ere a beet.
He slid a glance at Tabby to check her reaction, but her eyes were
unfocused and she was very far away.
Perk? the girl offered. Perk her up?
Ah, oui, oui. Perk-perk ere up.
The girl sighed dreamily. I would love to.
Once the children figured out why he got the reactions he did, it
was no longer funny.
I cannot BELIEVE this shit!
Watch and learn, mon fils. Watch and learn.
Kimber wasnt inept with women, as evidenced by the fact he could,
in fact, get sex without paying for itif he wanted to.
But he was no tienne.
Do you work on commission?
The girls shoulders slumped. No, she said flatly.
Cest dommage. Make zee decisions for ere, sil vous plat? You can see
she eez a beetah, ow do you say
The girl finally looked at Tabby. Beat down?
I do not understand ziss beat down, but you see ere zere. Shoes.
Cosmetics. Jewelry. Earrings. Do you also see, she as oles up and down
ere ears. Fill zem up. I will return shortly.

Shortly was all of thirty minutes after another very helpful young lady, who had a baby of her own, filled a cart full of appropriate clothes.
But while she was doing that, he called Sebastian and spoke French.
Buy me a house. I want to move in within the week.
Sebastian responded likewise. Uh can you be more specific?
Big garage. Three-car, if possible. Four bedrooms. Cul-de-sac preferably. Large back yard with a fence. In Knoxs subdivision, an older
part. Lots of trees and privacy. Doesnt have to be fancy. No
McMansions. No HOA.
You drive me insane, Sebastian muttered.
Next, find the owner of Tabbys rental. Buy that house, too. Have
the realtor change the locks on the doors and board it up. Iron bars
over that. It has all her crap in it and I dont have the time or patience
to deal with it right now. Is burning down your own house bad?
It is frowned upon by the authorities, yes.
Then lean on the owner hard because that place is one broken
floorboard away from condemnation.
After the pen scratching stopped, Sebastian said, What brought
this on?
Ah, my daughter is in trouble. Husband abandoned her, so far as I
can tell. He wasnt about to spill the worst part. Lives almost in the
foothills with no car, and all the decent stores are two miles away.
Nothing in the house to eat. No money. A two-year-old and a sixmonth-old she cant take care of because shes as catatonic as Giselle
was after Fen torched her store. Dont women get a Thing after theyve
delivered a baby?
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the first baby and she said no. Maybe its just stress and exhaustion.
Uh Sebastian sounded odd. Just keep an eye on it.
Ive half a mind to call Tess to get her butt out here and deal with
this. She would know what to do.
Maybe Tess is busy.
With what? he sneered.
He said nothing for a second or two. tienne, he finally said, his
tone indecipherable. You havent shown your face in three years. Five if
you count when you mentally checked out the minute you clapped eyes
on Nia. Nobody but Emilio knows where you are or what youre doing
and hes not talking. And now you want to demand Tess drop whatever
shes doing, not knowing or caring what that might be, to do something
you came home specifically to do. Are you really that incompetent or
are you just being lazy?
Lazy, but Sebastian didnt need to know that.
Nonplussed, rather, Etienne grumbled.
Oh, boo-hoo. Poor tienne is out of his comfort zone. Youre an
adult. Take care of it yourself. On your own.
But Tess
tienne, he growled. Pull your head out of your ass and think.
This is not a difficult project. Calling me for help is one thing. Calling
your ex-wife, whom you havent talked to in five years, to order her to
take care of the kid youre half responsible for when youre already there, is
a real asshole thing to do.
Oh! What day is it? Is it Friday? Is it window-washing day or
knickknack-dusting day?
Shut up, Sebastian snapped. I dont want to hear another word
against her. Didnt you tell me you were turning over a new leaf?
tienne pulled his lips between his teeth. There was that, and once

again he felt shame. My kids a mess, he said low, and I dont know
how to take care of her.
This isnt difficult
Emotionally, you shit! he snapped. There are some things only a
womana mothercan deal with and Ive lived with women a hell of a
lot longer than you have. Dont lecture me now that youve been married all of two years and have two babies and one on the way to show
for it.
There was another long silence, then a long resigned sigh. Youre
driving home?
I have no choice.
Yeah, well, dont be a hero. Take two days and stop early for the
night. Make frequent pit stops.
Oh no. No. He knew it could be done in one hard sixteen-hour
drive, only stopping for gas, because hed done it before. So had both
Giselle and Knox. And half the rest of his cousins. It was exactly what
hed planned, and he wasnt deviating.
I cant help you with Tabby, youre right. But for the kids Get
lots of ointment for diaper rash. Mix the formula with cereal and cut
the nipple bigger. Buy lots of Cheerios. Stay away from the juice boxes
and give them water to drink. Get a personal DVD player for the toddler and a shit-ton of kid DVDs. As long as nobodys hungry or has
their butt stinging like the devil, its just noise. Remember: Google is
your friend.
Silence. tienne looked at his phone. Call ended. Hrmph. He dialed another number. Find my son-in-law.
Speak English, Knox said wearily.
tienne turned away from people gazing at him as if they were
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Fine, Knox sighed. Wait. Find him? What the hell?

Im in Provo. Tabbys husband is long gone and you are going to
find him. When you do, put Giselle on a plane to wherever he is.
End call.
One more to go.
You will lend me your particular expertise. There was stunned silence on the other end, but tienne had expected that and continued.
You will take care of Tabithas husband the minute Knox hunts him
down because I am not fucking around with a divorce. I do not care
how you do it.
Uh tienne, Giselle said hesitantly, I can tell youre seriously
pissed because you dropped the f-bomb, but you have to give me a valid
reason. She hadnt protested. Good. I dont kill people for the hell of it,
and Ive never murdered anybody. tienne remained silent for several
seconds. Yet? she squeaked. She lowered her voice and hissed, Why
cant you ask Knox? Hes done this before. Twice.
tienne had no idea who Knoxs second victim had been, and he
didnt care in the least bit. There was only one pertinent point here.
Knox is not indestructible.
What I am about to tell you, you will keep to yourself.
I keep everything to myself, you adulterous fucking asshole.
Oh, good! Im batting a thousand. My son-in-law raped my daughter.
Pause. On it.
Call ended.

8: Rococo


Tess, having been early to church so the new family in the ward
couldnt take her pew, looked up at Manolete, shocked. Ah, she and
her sisters went to the stockyards to see you perform. Dont you have a
rodeo right now?
No, thats toni His phone vibrated and he looked at it. Oh,
Tess snorted when he shot out the chapel doors and she heard the
foyer doors blow open with a clang. She went back to her sketchpad,
thinking how nice it was that she didnt have to scramble to put Relief
Society together anymore.
Tess, can I have a few minutes during Sunday school?
She didnt look up from her doodles. No, Morgan, she said airily,
you cant.
Its important.
Im no longer the Relief Society president, so it cant be that important.
She started when Morgan touched her shoulder, and she looked up
again, ready to attack, but the somber look on his face made her stop.
Im sorry.
weall three of usare ashamed that he walked out on you on the
spectrum of the packs hierarchy of sins, Knox gets a pass. tienne doesnt.
It was one thing for Sebastian to speak for himself, but she couldnt
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I dont know if I believe you, she finally said warily.

It would be much appreciated if you did.
She scowled. Sebastians making you do this, right?
His surprise was genuine. Uh, no. Sebastian doesnt run my life.
He sighed. Cant a guy have a moment of reflection and not like
what he sees?
Are you in a twelve-step group?
He closed his eyes. No. Look, I dont expect forgiveness, but I
hoped you would know that Im not going to lie to you. Nothing incited it except your oddly timed request to be released from your calling.
You like being Relief Society president and youre very good at it, but
you quit. Youre a fighter, and I dont believe youd quit just because
you dont want to talk to me. So I reflected. Or prayed. Or meditated.
Or whatever you want to call it. And it occurred to me that you might
have something going on in your life that you cant do your job, and
maybe, because tiennes not here, you needed some help.
Oh, Sebastian had spilled the beans. She was going to kill him.
Thats it. Im not a complicated guy, but I have done some shitty
things in my life
He must have caught her look.
including cussing at church. I try to own up to them and make
restitution where I can as I go along. And I wanted to apologize also for
letting tienne run off at the mouth unchallenged. Yes, hes my family,
but so are you. He was wrong. We were wrong.
Well, yes, they were. But she still wasnt convinced and she didnt
trust him. She knew it wasnt a trick of any kind because they didnt do
that and, well, Sebastians offer of help had been offered sincerely.
She knew she should say something. Hm. Even if I do believe you,

being mad at you is a habit. Dont expect me to be all sweetness and

light from here on out.
He shook his head. I dont. Youre my family, Tess, and I havent
treated you like that. You deserve a sincere apology and some concern,
and thats what this is.
Fine. Ill take it under advisement.
That actually seemed to relieve him of some burden. Thank you. Is
there anything I can help you with?
She hesitated because she didnt let her pride get in the way of Darcys safety. Ill let you know.
Giselle was hard on Morgans heelsactually shoved him out of
the way with little more than a protesting grunt from himand Tess
moved her legs so Giselle could squeeze into the pew. She held the position to wait for Bryce and Duncan, but no Bryce and Duncan.
Where are your men?
Giselles eyes were a little red and puffy. Today is not a good day,
she said tightly.
Tess knew Giselle and Bryce had difficulties, but she wasnt sure of
the nature of them and Giselle didnt share. Do you have somebody to
talk to?
She shook her head. Ive been thinking about finding somebody,
though. She dug a Kleenex out of her purse and blew her nose. Marry
in haste, repent at leisure.
Tess pursed her lips. Do you really feel that way?
No! she huffed, impatient with herself. Its just every time we
have a fight its the same fight over and over again. Its about Todays
Thing, but its really not about Todays Thing. Its about Perpetual Thing
X, which never gets resolved. What sucks is its not going to get resolved.
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But today, theres a new twist on Perpetual Thing X, and I dont

know how to deal with it. Tesss eyebrow rose. I Somebody asked
me to do something for them Friday.
Do something was Giselle-speak for Dunham justice.
Idont really want to do the thing. But its for a good cause. But
Bryce is furious because it goes back to Perpetual Thing X.
Tess heaved a great sigh. What is Perpetual Thing X?
Her mouth tightened. I clean up other peoples messes. Bryce
doesnt like that. He thinks people use me, and he hates it that people
feel free to use me whenever, and he hates that I let them.
Family? Tess asked gently, because the Dunhams went to Giselle
for everything, from the mundane to the nasty and beyond, and Tess was
no exception.
Giselle could probably make a full-time job out of it, and since shed
quit her job when Duncan was born, she probably had.
So are you mad at the person who asked you or are you mad at
Bryce for being mad about the situation?
I dont know, she cried softly. Thats just it. This favor is really
out there.
Then refuse. You dont want to do it, Bryce doesnt want you to do
it, so why would you do it, especially if it causes strife between you and
your husband?
Giselle took a deep breath. Because it needs to happen. Somebodys got to do it. And, as it was pointed out to me, I am the most qualified.
Tess had no answer for that. The Dunhams did things their way.
She didnt want to know what it was and she wasnt interested in passing judgment. She loved Giselle and she was grateful for her help with

Darcy, even if it did mean adding to Giselles family to-do list. Honestly, she didnt blame Bryce for being mad about it, but Giselle was physically strong. Stronger than Darcy at her most possessed. Tess had no
compunction about using Giselle if it meant keeping Darcy alive.
Im sorry. I shouldnt be unloading on you. I get on their case when
they do it to you. She gestured toward the stand, where Morgan was
supervising the priests preparing the sacrament.
Thats different. Youve never come to me in anger and relayed every single detail of your arguments. And this isnt really about Perpetual
Thing X, is it? This is about the request itself and youre conflicted
about it.
Giselle sighed. Hiccupped. Sighed. Slumped in resignation.
And even if you were unloading like that, I would listen and forget.
Im not about to volunteer to carry all that anger when its not mine.
She pondered that a minute. Listen and forget.
Yeup. I had to do that with Tabby. Giselles head snapped up.
When she was first married, shed call me up two, three times a week
to gripe, and then theyd make up and you know, you never get that information. The making-up part. No details. Maybe they dont even tell
you they made up.
Does she still do that? Giselle asked slowly, almost carefully.
Not for a long time now. Whatever it was, it must have gotten
worked out. I talked to her last week, and she was really perky and
happy. I also got an email from Chad yesterday, and hes as enthusiastic
about his mission as he ever was. So at least two of my kids are humming along steadily. She paused. Its Darcy. And Kelly, because shes
withdrawing into herself and thats not like her. And then theres
Kimber, and I would be happy to hear his voice and know hes alive,
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Giselle laughed weakly. Compared to you, my problems arent that

big a deal. I guess I thought it would be different.
Its not about the Perpetual Thing X, Tess said urgently.
Tess, hes jealous. Hes always been jealous.
This, Tess could not tolerate. He needs you more than they do,
she said flatly.
Hes a grown man.
Hes damaged.
That got her back up. And yours has
Dont say it. Tess snapped, her mouth tight. I dont like labels.
tienne is tienne. Hes She stopped and thought, then
breathed, Magical.
Giselle pulled back and looked at her like she was crazy.
She had been. Once. Whos going to say the opening prayer? in a VC
meeting didnt bring the crazy like she had when she and tienne were
a team, and theyd go home after a high-octane presentation and make
love all night long.
I miss his magic so badly sometimes I want to scratch my eyeballs
out and wear sackcloth and scrub ashes into my hair, she murmured.
You dont know what its like, being married to a man that beautiful, who
turns heads wherever he goes. He knows the effect he has on people. Anybody. Women, men. Doesnt matter. To him, its a tool to get what he
wants, like money or needle-nosed pliers, and he uses it. But he looked at
me the way the world looks at him. He wanted me and only me, night after night, even when I was pregnant and puking, even when I was having a
meltdown, even when he was mad, even when he was about to leave me.
Silence. He left you for another woman, Giselle murmured.
The corner of Tesss mouth turned up. The trigger, not the reason.
He never slept with her.

Giselles mouth dropped open, which Tess found immensely gratifying.

I found that out after the divorce was final, though.
They were both silent and then prelude music began streaming
through the speakers.
I dont think of tienne in terms of his having something, like its a
disease. I think of him in terms of him. So what Im saying is that Bryce
has had experiences that damaged him, but hes the man you want, the
man you fell in love with, the man no other man can replace. He is the
only man you found worthy to trust with your personal space and your
body because youre just as damaged as he is.
Giselle bit her lip and her eyes glittered with moisture. I made him
go to therapy. Does that mean I dont want the one I married?
a complete personality change into somebody I would never have married? Thats dirty pool.
Its not a personality change. Its to take some of his suffering away,
to give him some peace. It must be hard. I couldnt live with a man who
carries as much pain as he does. But the one I did live with She sighed.
You know, I dont know what I could have done differently to get
tienne to get off my case about not designing and for putting away my
She flipped her hip scarf festooned with cheap tin coins that jangled
when she walked. in favor of sweater sets. Most husbands would be
hounding a wife to do the dishes. He was hounding me not to. But that
would make me a bad mother and wife, and he never understood that. I
wanted him to wake up to what he was doing to me and it didnt work.
Giselle said nothing, but her tears had dried and her expression was
turning darkly pensive. So you filing for divorcethat was a hammer?
Tess bit her lip. Said that way and by someone else, Tess could see
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I wasnt bluffing, she said flatly, with a hint of a snarl. Tess,

tienne is my family, part of the pack. Now, Ive heard all his complaints, and Ive been on your side all the way through, but what you
did was wrong. No matter how much he gets on my nervesbecause he
doeshe didnt deserve to be served with papers as a hammer to get
him to do what you wanted.
Tess opened her mouth to defend herself, but nothing came out.
Her shoulders slumped. I had decided, Tess said low, unable to look
at Giselle and see eyes the same color as tiennes, to call it off before
he told me about Nia. It was wrong. I knew it. I wanted us to get counseling, not a divorce. I didnt have a chance to tell him before he hit me
with Nia.
Giselle was silent for a second or two. Nia was a weapon, too. To
get back at you. To call your bluff.
After Id gotten some time and distance, I came to that conclusion,
Giselles brows drew together. Did he know you were bluffing?
I dont know, Tess said weakly, never having thought of that.
He knows me better than anybody, so all along I assumed If he
hadnt known, it would make more sense. Maybemaybe he didnt,
she whispered, now even more ashamed by what shed done.
Again Giselle paused, but for a much longer time. When she finally
spoke, her anger was mostly gone. If you could speak to him, she said
slowly, what would you say?
I dont know, Tess said wearily. I want I dont know what I
want that could actually happen.
Would you get back together with him if you could?
Now she was speaking as if it were in the realm of possibility. It

I dont even know how to answer that. Once he cuts someone off,
its permanent. It wont even occur to him to come back or take me
back if I asked. Why?
Her mouth compressed and she looked away. I Um. I was just
curious. I need to think about this, she muttered. Tess didnt know
why she had to think about it at all.
Giselle, she finally said, laying a hand on her dear friends arm.
Judge me all you want, but learn from my mistake. Bryce loves you and
he tries to be careful because only he knows where all your soft spots
are. But you have to be careful with him, too, and if cleaning up other
peoples messes is that damaging to your marriage, just stop doing it.
Problem solved. No more Perpetual Thing X.
Giselles mouth opened and closed. I dont know. He I
thought Her lips pressed closed. How would you like it if I said no
to you?
Oh, that was low, but Tess knew she deserved it. Thats your
choice, she said gently, attempting to keep the panic out of her voice.
And its a perfectly valid one, and I would understand. But she would
not like it.
Giselle sighed and mumbled, Actually, Bryce doesnt mind that
one, especially after he saw Darcy in action up close and personal. She
paused. Tess, lets assume tienne popped up somewhere. In your
life. I mean, if he did, youd get your four-twenty project funded, right?
But what if I dont know. Lets assume he actually didnt cut you off.
Everything else being equal, would you?
Tess thought about that seriously for a moment because it was so
tempting. Yes, she murmured, but wed just be picking up where we
left off.
No, you wouldnt. Do you remember once when I was reading


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Fanny Hill and I was laughing about engine of love assaults?

Tess snorted in spite of herself. Its hard to get that out of your
Do you remember how tienne reacted, what he said?
Prompted by something so specific, she started to remember, the details trickling into her mind. He didnt think it was funny. She started
to smile a little. He said, Thats what we do, Tess. Its not metaphorical.
We dont build. We make love. Every detonation. Every trenching. Every
girder. Every concrete pour. Every glass plate. A stroke in, a stroke out.
And then when your shaft is finished, a crane drops my engine in it.
Giselle smiled softly. Thats my point. He was mad because you
werent designing, but you have been for the last four years, and this is
the first thing youve designed that would make him reach again. The
fights still there, but youre not picking up where you left off. Youre
not that person he left. Youre the person he built with. Hes not going
to walk away from the woman he married.
Tesss brow wrinkled at her certainty. How do you know? He did
it once.
No, he walked away from the woman he didnt marry. That hit
Tess in the gut again, but Giselles mouth turned down and she muttered, But I dont really know. The tienne I knew wouldnt have
walked out on you, either, so Im in no position to judge. On the other
hand, I do know that he keeps at his projects until hes figured it out.
Sometimes he takes breaks and works on something else. But if you
think youd just be picking up the fight where you left off, then the project isnt finished, is it?
Why do you care so much? Tess asked suspiciously.
Giselle gave her a watery smile. I love fairy tales and romance novels.

Tess took a deep breath because that was most definitely true and,
for Giselle, the only reason she needed to care. Real life isnt like that,
she muttered. He wanted to fix me and he couldnt. Using the divorce
as a hammer was wrong. I know that. His saying the horrible things he
said before he left was wrong. But five years have passed and now I
know that the only way he could fix me was to leave.
I can buy that, she said quickly, because the prelude music had
stopped and the bishop had arisen to begin sacrament meeting. But
okay, he left. Now youre fixed and you want him to slide his engine
into your building. Its exactly what he wanted. You arent going to get
any more fixed if he stays away.
I dont know where he is! Tess whispered hotly. Even if I wanted
to, I couldnt find him and regardless of what youd like to believe, hes
not going to just pop up one day.
Do you love him?
I never stopped! How could she ask such a thing? Didnt everybody
know this?
Tess! This family runs on faith. Have some!

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