Karen Whittenburg - The Matchmaker's Plan

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

There was ample reason for Matthew Danville to be having a fabulous time.

Ainsley, his baby sister, had just been married in a beautiful ceremony; his best friend, Dr. Ivan Donovan, had just become his brother-in-law; the reception—planned perfectly to the nth degree by his other sister, Miranda—was off to a rollicking good start; his parents, Charles and Linney, were home for the occasion and focused—for once—on the happiness of their children. Everything was just as it should be in the world of the Danvilles.

And that’s the way he kept trying to think of it.

Even if there was no escaping the reality that Ainsley was married, Miranda was engaged, and the world Matt had always counted on was changing.

In a few hours, Ainsley would leave with Ivan for a two-week honeymoon in Italy, and when she returned, it wouldn’t be to Danfair. She’d be living in Providence with Ivan. She’d call another place home, and when she came to Danfair, it would be only as a visitor. A few hours here or there. Possibly an overnight on special occasions. But then she’d leave again, returning to her own home. Not far from Newport and the famous cliffs, mile-wise, but still a whole other life away. Matt couldn’t quite get his mind around that.

Home without Ainsley.

Miranda would marry Nate Shepard and leave, too. She was newly engaged and no wedding date had been set as yet—at least as far as Matt knew—but he didn’t think it would be long. Probably by spring, Danfair would be home only to him and Andrew, Ainsley’s twin, born an hour before her. A place where two brothers, both bachelors, slept and ate and kept their clothes. They’d manage just fine, of course. There would always be other people around; a rotating staff of immigrants and foreign students sponsored by the Danville Foundation was a fixture at Danfair. A fairly constant stream of gardeners, landscapers and maintenance crews were on the estate at any given moment, as well. And guests. Miranda and Ainsley would no doubt visit frequently, if for no better reason than to make sure he and Andrew adequately missed them.

But it wouldn’t be the same. The magnificent mansion that had been both refuge and playground, shelter and security for the four of them growing up would become strangely quiet and empty.

With the girls married and all of them well into adulthood, Matt suspected his parents might curtail their occasional visits home to Danfair to once or twice a year. Over the course of his life, he’d seen them spend less and less time in the States and more and more in other countries, fulfilling their mission of philanthropy. They carried out the work of the Foundation, whatever the personal cost, offering help and hope to children of other cultures while leaving their own children to grow up—for the most part—on their own. Charles and Linney’s extended absences had turned their offspring into virtual orphans, supervised but not parented, protected but not policed. It had made for a strange sort of freedom, a childhood Matt had always considered a rather extraordinary gift. The four of them had formed an odd little family of children and had turned their home into a playhouse where they’d lived, quite happily, without much adult interference.

Matt was proud to take his share of credit for the fact that they’d all turned out to be good, upstanding citizens. It had been his responsibility, after all, to set the example. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t been conscious of being the oldest, the pathfinder, the first in a new generation of Danvilles. He was the firstborn son of the firstborn son and he’d been given the name Jonathan, as had all firstborn sons before him. The middle name varied from one generation to the next. His happened to be Matthew, his father’s was Charles. But it was the inherited “Jonathan” that designated him as the one who would continue the work of the family foundation. He’d been born to responsibility, to be the role model not only for his younger brother and sisters, but for his cousins and for the next generation, too. It wasn’t a job he’d applied for or particularly wanted, but it was his job, nonetheless.

“I’m thinking of sending you a memo,” the pretty woman in his arms said with a laugh. “If only to get your attention.”

And Matt returned to the pleasure at hand—dancing with Jessica Martin-Kingsley. “You already have my attention, Jessica.” Which was true enough. She was a woman accustomed to getting whatever she wanted—the only child of wealthy parents who doted on her and made generous donations to the Danville Foundation at her request, Jessica was both a tremendous asset to the work of the Foundation and an attractive nuisance—and it was becoming transparently apparent that she wanted Matt, even though she was not only not what he wanted, but married besides. “There probably isn’t a man in the room who wouldn’t love to be in my place at this very moment. Including your husband.”

Her smile was one of pretty calculation. “You’re a gentleman, Matthew.” She always called him Matthew, never Matt. “A liar, but a gentleman. Your attention has wandered ever since this evening began—I’ve been watching you—and if I can’t distract you, then there must be something momentous on your mind. Please tell me you’re not still worrying about the Black-and-White Ball. I feel just awful about that entire situation.”

So did he, but he wasn’t about to soothe her conscience over it. “Why would I be worried?” He turned her expertly, smiled as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Especially tonight when my thoughts are a very long way from anything having to do with the Foundation.”

Her laughter was softly acerbic. “Your thoughts are never far from the Foundation, Matthew. Whatever you may pretend.”

He caught a shimmer of white in his peripheral vision a second before his elbow was bumped once and then—lest he think it an accident—again. Baby to his rescue.

“Oops!” Ainsley said brightly. “Guess I wasn’t looking where we were going.” Her smile encompassed Jessica, Matt and her own current dance partner, their cousin, Scott. “Matt! What a happy coincidence. You’re just the brother I wanted to dance with next.” And as smooth as cream, she negotiated a change of partners. Scott swept Jessica away before she quite realized the old switcheroo, and Matt was left holding the bride.

“Nicely done, Baby,” he said, using her nickname and knowing how very much he would miss his little sister. “Were you worried that I couldn’t stave off Ms. Martin-Kingsley’s advances all by myself?”

Ainsley, gorgeous in her splashy beaded silk wedding gown, radiant in her happiness, gave him an arch look. “I knew you could. I was worried you wouldn’t. Big difference. But mainly I wanted to dance with my big brother.”

Matt took that at face value, although she had already danced with him twice. Knowing Ainsley, he suspected there was another explanation, a hidden agenda which would be revealed in a minute or two if he simply waited her out. Or if he asked pertinent questions. It didn’t really matter which course he chose, because Ainsley was never especially good at keeping her own counsel. “Are you having a good time?” he asked, knowing the answer, wanting only to see her face light up with it again.

“Best time ever,” she replied, dimples framing her smile. “But ask me tomorrow. The wedding night might turn out to be the best time I’ve ever had. Then again, the honeymoon is going to last two whole weeks and that could be the best. And after that, I get to live with Ivan and sleep with him every night and that could be the absolute best time ever. You never know.”