Kathleen Creighton - One Summer’s Knight

The third book in the Sisters Waskowitz series, 1999

Dear Reader,

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It had never entered Summer Robeys mind that she might go to jail. Primarily because it was unthinkable.

Jail. The word, spoken in the judges stern, Southern voice, rumbled inside her head like far-off thunder, ominous and threatening. Impossible, she thought. There were the children. The animals. She couldnt possibly go to jail.

Summer, she ordered herself, take a deep breath. They didnt really put people in jail for owing money anymore, did they? Hadnt there been wars fought over that sort of thing? Hadnt debtors prisons been banished long ago?

Deep in her heart she knew she wouldnt really go to jail. For one thing, her family would never let it happen. It was the injustice of it all that was so overwhelming. And the humiliation. Oh, Lord, the humiliation.

Sitting in that overheated courtroom, hearing the judges rebuke echo in her ears, Summer felt exactly as if shed been slapped. Her cheeks burned with it! All right, shed never actually been slapped in the face in her life, but she was sure this must be what it would feel like. To be scolded like a child, publicly chastised in front of all those peoplethose strangers, the clerks and bailiffs, the spectators and lawyers.

Especially that lawyer, the opposing counsel, her enemy, the hospitals high-priced ace. What was his name?

Two last names. RileyGrogan-that was it A strange name, shed thought, for a man so polished, so elegant, so immaculately groomed-so utterly heartless!-with his soft, Southern aristocrats voice and his cold blue eyes. A street fighters name. Oh, how she wished shed had someone as ruthless fighting on her side!

She should have hired a lawyer, no matter what the cost. Charly had told her so, and now that it was too late, Summer knew that she was right. Charly was Summers sister Mirabellas best friend, as well as the familys attorney, but at the moment she was off in the South Seas honeymooning with her husband Troy, who also happened to be the big brother of Mirabellas husband Jimmy Joe. Which, as Jimmy Joe would have put it, was a whole nother story.

First thing you do is get yourself a lawyer and declare bankruptcy, Charly had yelled over a bad satellite phone connection from somewhere in Tahiti. But Summer had cringed at the thought. It would have been bad enough having to ask Bella and Jimmy Joe for the money to hire an attorney. Horrible enough having to take her humiliating family problems-her miserable failures-to a stranger. But bankruptcy? Never. Summer Robey might be all but penniless and backed into a corner, but she did have her pride.

And what had all that pride got her? Simply the worst, the most humiliating day of her life.

How could this have happened? How could she be held liable for her ex-husbands hospital bill when it was he who had deserted her, deserted his kids, leaving them virtually penniless and with the bank foreclosing on their home?

But unbelievably, none of that had mattered to this Southern judge. Immaterial, hed called it, even if shed had proof of her allegations. Which she didnt. How could she have known Hal would become so desperate as to do such a thing? Hed seemed better, those last few months. Shed even allowed herself to hope Stupid. Stupid. She should have known.

But it had never once occurred to her that she might not be believed. It was Hal Robey who was the compulsive gambler and congenital liar, Summer who was the responsible parent and respected veterinarian-didnt that prove something?

Too bad. As the judge had coldly pointed out, thered already been a ruling in this case, and the deadline for appeal had long since passed. The case could not be retried. Meanwhile, there was a judgment against her. She had been ordered by a California court to pay the rehab hospitals bill. An order that she had chosen to ignore. Therefore, the judge had no option but to find her in contempt.

Contempt. Oh, yes, shed seen it in the judges eyes when hed scolded her as if she were a child-or an irresponsible nitwit. Of course, she knew thats what he thought, that she was just another California bimbo, a dumb little beach bunny. And who could blame him? Because, unfortunately, that was exactly what she looked like.

For most of Summers life her looks had been her greatest trial For while she realized she looked very much like her name-golden and breezy, carefree and sunny-that was not who she really was. For one thing, she knew she looked much younger than her thirty-five years-when she wasnt gaunt and hollow-eyed with worry-young enough to still get carded every time she ordered wine with dinner or bought a six-pack of beer at the supermarket, young enough that she could have fit right in with the crowds of gum-popping teenagers who hung out at the mall near her clinic, making conversation that seemed to consist mostly of I mean, like, totally awesome, yknow? No one would ever guess to look at her that she was a practicing vet with two kids and a truly frightening house payment.

And beach bunny? Well, she was blond-thanks to genetics, not choice-with a healthy glow to her skin that had little to do with exposure to the sun. But with the demands of her clinic, not to mention the hectic schedule set for her by the childrens activities, she had precious little time for the beach. If it wasnt some school project, it was Davids swim practice or one of Helens gymnastics meets-for which Summer would almost invariably show up late, still wearing a smock smeared with heaven-knows-what and reeking of nervous animal. At least the children would forgive her for that, since it was what theyd grown up with and were pretty much used to. As co-custodians of an elderly and vile-tempered Persian cat, a timid but adorable Chihuahua, and an African gray parrot with an IQ surpassing that of some college students of her acquaintance, they often wore those telltale smears and scents themselves.