The Time Collector by Gwendolyn Womack

The Time Collector by Gwendolyn Womack

Author:Gwendolyn Womack [Womack, Gwendolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781250169235
Publisher: Picador
Published: 2019-04-15T22:00:00+00:00

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After they left the back room, Roan finished the introductions between Melicent and Holly. Melicent didn’t know what to make of Roan’s partner. Holly Beauchêne wasn’t the warmest person, and Melicent had a hard time seeing past the facade. Holly was too polished, too poised—too Southern. Not a speck of makeup was out of line, not a hair out of place. A woman who used that much hairspray must have issues.

What in the world did Holly and Roan have in common? A love for antiques?

Melicent wasn’t sure if she could like her, but right now she was too dazed to worry about it. Roan whisked her and Parker back into the car. Soon they were dining at a restaurant in the French Quarter, under vaulted ceilings and slow-turning ceiling fans, and looking at the picturesque view of Royal Street from the patio doors. Thankfully the traumatic memories from the heirlooms had begun to recede into the back of her mind.

Roan recommended they all order the restaurant’s signature gumbo. Melicent smiled vacantly during the waitress’s culinary trivia talk about how “in New Orleans the Holy Trinity is two parts onion, one part celery, one part bell pepper, and garlic is ‘the Pope.’” Melicent must have tourist written all over her face.

After the waitress left she asked Roan, “So does your psychometrist friend in London help you with the foundation?”

Roan shook his head. “Stuart and I met through my mother. We’re rock climbing buddies.”

Parker jumped into the conversation. “No way! That’s so cool. You rock climb?”

“I like to boulder,” Roan said.

“Wicked.” Parker was impressed. “That’s where you don’t use ropes, right?”

Melicent looked at Roan, wide-eyed. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Roan shrugged. “On certain ascents. But I’ve been doing it since I was a kid.”

“Where do you climb?” Parker looked utterly fascinated. Roan was quickly becoming his new favorite person.

“All over. Stuart and I meet several times a year and take turns picking the spot … trying to one-up each other on finding the hardest climb. We were supposed to meet in Texas and he didn’t show.”

Melicent could see his worry. She hoped his friend was all right. “We want to go to London with you.”

“We do?” Parker turned to her in shock.

Melicent shot him a look that told him to keep quiet. “I want to know what’s going on with this psychometrist group. I can’t just sit and wait in a hotel room.”

“You’re not going.” Roan shook his head.

“I am going,” she said adamantly. Roan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

Parker chimed in, “I don’t want to go either.”

Melicent turned to Parker in surprise. “Why don’t you want to go to London?”

Parker shrugged, looking weary. “I just want to stay at the hotel and sleep.”

Melicent’s heart sank. She understood why he wanted to be alone. They were both processing losing the house in their own way. But the thought of staying cooped up in a hotel room while Roan tried to figure out who had destroyed her house was downright torturous to her.


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