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Her bronze red hair and fair complexion reflected his coloring. Her straight nose, a mirror of his own, was dusted with freckles. Jay encircled her in his arms. She smelled of baby shampoo and chocolate cake.
She snuggled closer to him, and he tightened his hug. She nodded. You know, like the one you used to have. And he said I could go to horse shows.
Number three? Jay had conveniently tried to forget that fact too. She was sweet. Not like wives two and four. How sick that sounded. He felt sorry for little Gloria, growing up without really knowing her father. He felt sorry for the fatherless child he had once been, even though he would never admit that to anyone.
What had his father been thinking anyway?
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Dragging the little girl to his wedding reception without someone to watch her? She looked away. The bride giggled into the microphone as a crowd gathered around the newlyweds, making it impossible for him to see them. He knew the routine. He made extra.
His sister was certainly self-reliant. She might appear timid, but she got her way most of the time.
She did with him, anyway. A smattering of laughter and applause resounded through the reception area. The deed was done. The old queen was dead. A new queen was crowned. Long live the queen! Holding hands, Carter and Lori tripped onto the dance floor like a couple of kids.
What was it? The Watusi? The Jerk? His father was stuck in a nineteen sixties time warp and wife number five went along with it. Jay gave his sister another small squeeze. With dainty steps, she was a good little dancer.
Jay felt like a klutz, but he gave it his best. Chapman, I was born with two left feet. The woman smiled in response and touched his arm with a bejeweled hand. You have other talents. For that he was grateful.
Squeezing his arm once, the woman turned back to her partner, her words loud enough to be heard over the music. The smart one.
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He created Sampson. Skipping college had worked out better than he could have foreseen. Developing systems had come naturally to him, just as horseback riding had been easy years earlier. By putting him to work, Carter had been forcing him to prove himself. And he had done just that by creating Sampson, the wonder software that now resided in every Preston computer on the market. Part of Jay was smug about his success, but another part, the emotional part, wished his father could accept him for himself. It was almost as if Carter expected him to demonstrate time and time again that he was worthy of the Preston name.
Glancing at the newlyweds who danced nearby, Jay wondered if the Preston name was anything to be proud of.
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The music ended. Sweat had broken out along his brow. He grinned down at Gloria. As the strains of another waltz began, Lori and Carter blocked their path. He remembered how, at that age, he had relished the crumbs of attention his father used to throw his way. Father and daughter stepped away in the awkward imitation of a waltz. Jay found himself face-to-face with his new stepmother. Jay held out his arms, and she came into them as if she thought she belonged. She seemed to take stock of him, glancing up at him through narrowed eyes.