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Haunting Rachel
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Author: Kay Hooper
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we’d moved so much out of the attic. God, Rachel, I’m sorry—”
    “I told you not to worry about it.”
    Darby bit her Hp, then said, “Tell you what. I’ll make a list tonight of a few things I know I can sell quickly, and tomorrow I’ll have the guys haul the pieces to my shop.They’ll be out of your way and mine, and we’ll get the ball rolling. Okay?”
    “That’s fine.”
    “I’ll check with you first, of course, before taking anything away. There might be a few things you want to keep for yourself, maybe transport to your apartment in New York.”
    Like most of the people around her, Darby assumed Rachel would be selling out and leaving Richmond, an assumption encouraged by Rachel’s attitude and decisions so far. It wasn’t something Rachel disputed, even though she was still uncertain about what she meant to do.
    So she merely nodded in response and said, “Sounds good.”
    “Great. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.” Darby rushed down the stairs with an energy that belied her rather fragile appearance, and a moment later the front door closed behind her.
    Rachel went to her second-floor bedroom in the east wing and stood at the doorway, looking down the hall toward her parents’ bedrooms. Though she had gone through her father’s desk here at the house as a business necessity, she hadn’t yet been able to sort through his and her mother’s personal belongings. It was something she knew she had to do, not a chore she could assign to anyone else. It would take time and require decisions as to what to do with clothing and so on, and so far Rachel had simply not been up to the task.
    And still was not. She shied away from opening those doors just as she had shied away from any other chore that threatened her control. She wasn’t ready yet. Not yet.
    She went into her bedroom, a room she had been allowed to furnish for herself when she was sixteen. Since Rachel had inherited her mother’s elegant taste in antiques,even as a teenager she had not been fond of the fads and often peculiar color combinations in vogue with her friends; her room was decorated in quiet tones of blue and gold, virtually all the furniture Louis XV pieces, delicate and lovely.
    Rachel was comfortable in the room, and after so many years took the stunning antiques for granted. She went into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the faucets to fill the big oval tub, deciding that a hot bath might ease her tension and soothe the restlessness she couldn’t seem to get rid of. It only half worked, but half was an improvement, and by the time she climbed from the tub thirty minutes later, Rachel definitely felt better.
    She wandered back out into her bedroom wearing a silk robe, and went to stand at a window that looked out over the front drive and lawns. Plans for the evening were simple; dinner, probably with her uncle Cameron, who was currently staying in the house, and then television or a book. It had become her routine since she had come home two weeks ago.
    “Jet-setting heiress, that’s me,” she murmured to herself wryly.
    The irony, of course, was that she could have jetted off to wherever she wanted—and simply had no interest in doing so. Money was not one of the things Rachel had ever had to strive for, and so it was not something that represented success or achievement. Not to her.
    Achievement, to Rachel, was bound up in whether the designs she had created would successfully adorn the fashion runways when next year’s spring collections made their debut. She had apprenticed herself to one of the best New York designers, and after years of hard work had the satisfaction of knowing that her designs would be shown under her own name.
    But that was months and months away, and in the meantime she had to decide just how much of her past she wanted to abandon.
    Rachel sighed and began to turn away from the window, when a flicker of movement down by the front gate caught her attention. There was considerable distance
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