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  “Nantucketers owned the oceans.”

  “They did.” Jared’s face was serious. “Caleb’s brother, Thomas, was on his way home and docked to see his brother. They exchanged news and Caleb was told that Valentina had given birth to a son six months after her marriage. Caleb knew the child was his and he had an idea of why she’d married Obed. He wanted to go home immediately, so he talked his younger brother into exchanging ships. Thomas’s ship was much faster than Caleb’s and it was ready to leave right then. Caleb wrote out a will leaving everything he owned to Valentina and their son, then he headed home on his brother’s ship. But it hit a storm and went down with all the crew on board. It was almost a year later when Thomas got home with Caleb’s ship full of valuable goods from China, all of which belonged to Valentina and their son. They moved from here to the new house on Kingsley Lane, and a year later, Valentina was gone. She’d disappeared. Obed said she ran off and left him and her son. But no one saw Valentina leave the island. Some people had doubts, but then no one had any reason to disbelieve Obed. Everyone felt sorry for him, and a few years later, he remarried.”

  “So the child inherited it all.”

  “Everything. And Obed and his second wife had no children, so Kingsley Soap went to the boy too. He was a very wealthy young man.”

  “But with no parents,” Alix said. “Not so wealthy, after all.”

  Jared turned to her with a sweet smile. “You’re right,” he said. “Nothing in the world makes up for that loss.”

  For a moment they looked at each other, the soft Nantucket sea breeze on them, but then Jared stood up and the moment was lost.

  “You’re supposed to find out what happened to Valentina,” he said.

  “I’m what?” Alix asked as she got up.

  “You’re to find out what happened to Valentina. It’s the Great Kingsley Mystery.”

  “This woman disappeared over two hundred years ago. How am I supposed to research that?”

  Jared started walking down the path and back to the truck, Alix close behind him. “Beats me,” he said. “Aunt Addy left boxes of papers collected by various relatives, but no one could find out. She always said the secret died with Obed.”

  They had reached the truck. “Let me get this straight,” Alix said. “Your ancestors spent years trying to figure this out but couldn’t and now they want me, who is—I hardly dare say this—an off-islander, to figure out what happened to her? Is that right?”

  “That’s exactly right. You catch on quickly. But then I’ve seen that you’re smart, a little impatient at times so you get things wrong, but you have brains.”

  “Me impatient? You were throwing rocks at my window this morning and hurrying me to change shoes.”

  “I was afraid you were having a long conversation with the Captain you’re so crazy about.”

  “I told him to keep quiet.”

  Jared’s eyes widened. “You were talking to him?”

  “Just blowing kisses at him. Our relationship is purely physical.”

  “Bet he likes that,” Jared muttered as he got in the truck beside Alix.

  She sat in silence, thinking about what he’d said as he turned the truck around and drove back to the paved road. She was thinking so hard about all that he’d told her that she paid little attention to where he was going.

  All she could think of was the story she’d just heard. Two people deeply in love, but they’d agreed to wait for years. Alix couldn’t imagine that happening in the modern age. At least Caleb and Valentina’d had some time alone. Was it the night before he left? One wild, passionate night? Maybe they’d decided to wait until Caleb returned from his voyage, but on that last night Valentina had slipped into his room and untied her corset strings and—

  “We’re here,” Jared said. “You seem a million miles away.”

  Alix came out of her trance and looked out to see a house, new, fairly modern, and definitely not designed by Montgomery. The sea stretched out behind it. “I was thinking of the story you told me. My mother wrote about a man who built up a soap empire.”

  “Did she?” Jared asked. “What did she say about where he got the recipe?”

  “I don’t remember. It’s been too long since I read it, but I seem to remember that there was a second wife. Sally?”

  “Susan,” Jared said, then gave her a sharp look. “Not that your mother was writing about my family.”

  Alix was about to make a sarcastic remark about her mother spending so much time on Nantucket yet he didn’t want to believe that she wrote about the place. But she stopped herself, suddenly understanding that Jared didn’t like the idea that his family’s past passions and indiscretions had been published for the world to see.

  “What’s the name of the book about soap?” he asked.

  “Forever at …” She looked at him.

  “At what? Making bubbles?” He was not being funny. In fact, he looked thoroughly disgusted.

  “Sea,” she said softly. “Forever at Sea.”

  “Great,” he muttered. “And my quarterboard is …”

  “TO SEA FOREVER,” Alix said, sympathy in her voice as she thought, Oh, Mom, what have you done? “It could be a coincidence. Kingsley Soap used to be a very big deal, so maybe Mom—”

  Jared looked at her with hooded eyes. “Do you really think it’s a coincidence?”

  Alix started to say it could be, but changed her mind. “I think my mother spent one month a year here with Aunt Addy, prying the whole Kingsley family history out of her. Then Mom spent the next eleven months writing the stories into best-sellers. That’s what I really think.”

  Jared looked like he was about to answer that, but then he opened the truck door and got out.

  Alix thought, He knows a great deal more about this than he’s telling.

  “Come on,” Jared said. “We need to get the old truck.”

  Alix had lots of questions for him but she had an idea that right now he wouldn’t answer them. “It couldn’t be older than your truck.”

  He gave a little smile. “It’s even older than me.”

  “A true antique,” Alix said as she hurried forward to walk beside him.

  She’d thought he would laugh at her joke but instead he gave her a look that said he’d like to show her how old he was. Truthfully, his look was a bit intimidating, but she remembered what the woman in the liquor store said, that she wasn’t to let Jared bully her. Alix pulled herself up straighter and met his look with one that said “Bring it on. I can handle it.”

  She had the great satisfaction of seeing him smile a bit before he turned his head away. She followed his long strides across the gravel to the garage.

  When they got there, he lifted the lid to an alarm box and punched in numbers, and the door began to go up.

  Alix was looking at the house. “He may be your friend, but you didn’t design this house.”

  “I did one in Arizona for him.”

  “The Harwood house?” Her breath caught in her throat.

  “That’s it.”

  “Oh,” Alix said, blinking up at him. “That’s one of my favorites. That house seems to rise out of the desert, to be part of it.”

  “It should. I still have scars on my back from where I ran into a cactus. Damned things! Worse than being hit with a tuna rig.”

  She followed him into the garage. “So you spent time there studying the land? How long did you stay? Did you have any trouble getting the owner to agree to that slanted roof? Usually the roofs there are flat, but yours—” She stopped because Jared was glaring at her.

  “We are on the island,” he said.

  “But we just spent days designing houses together and—” When he kept staring at her, Alix couldn’t help laughing. “Okay, you win. No more work. I’m supposed to think about Valentina and the ghost who keeps tossing things around my room—when he’s not kissing me, that is—and then there’s Izzy’s wedding that I’m to arrange. That I’m not a professional researcher and I�