Grayson Brothers Series Boxed Set (4 books in 1) (5 page)

Kyle squeezed her shoulder. “Was it that bad, Ev?”

She glanced up to see a teasing glint in his eyes, but she saw no humor in her lack of knowledge or womanly attributes. She wanted love. How was she supposed to share that special bond with Kyle when she didn’t even know how to kiss?

His expression turned sympathetic. “We’re not used to each other yet. That takes time.”

“I don’t know a thing about men or monkeyshines. I don’t blame you if you’re disappointed.”

“I’m not. I’m just getting to know my future wife.” He tipped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “We’ll be having children together, Ev. There’s no need to be shy with me.”

Her discomfort with Kyle wasn’t shyness. She wanted the sort of relationship married people should have and was more than willing to form that physical bond. She just didn’t know how. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes eased her worry. She’d always been able to depend on Kyle to make things better. He could teach her how to kiss. He would give her a secure future and the family she desperately wanted. He was devilishly handsome, intelligent, and steadfast, the kind of man any girl would want. She would learn to love him.

She would.

And she’d learn to kiss him, she thought, lifting her mouth to his waiting lips. His attentions were far from repulsive, but it felt decidedly odd kissing her best friend, despite his handsome face and obvious talent.

It made her think of an illicit kiss between cousins.

For a solid week, Evelyn watched Rebecca trail after Radford like a miniature shadow. He had left her at his mother’s house one morning, but Nancy brought Rebecca back within the hour, claiming she couldn’t bear the child’s heartbreak.

Though Rebecca was quiet, Evelyn could see a spark in her eyes when she studied the horses. Many times Evelyn felt the little girl’s curious gaze on her. Whether she filled the oat bin, fed the horses, or mucked the stalls, Rebecca would be raised up on her knees, watching her with avid interest.

This morning Rebecca sat on her blanket with her shoes off, talking to herself and picking her toes. She seemed so lost, so small and alone, that Evelyn decided she just had to approach her.

“Rebecca,” Evelyn called softly.

Rebecca’s head lifted.

“Would you like to give the horses their oats today?”

Rebecca stared at the oat scoop in Evelyn’s hand, her expression momentarily confused before her eyes suddenly came to life. She glanced at Evelyn’s Thoroughbred then gave a shy nod.

“I don’t want her near the horses,” Radford said from the stall beside Evelyn.

Rebecca immediately sank back upon the blanket, the excitement ebbing from her eyes.

Evelyn cursed under her breath. “I’ll be right beside her.”

“They’ll frighten her.”

Having watched Rebecca all week, Evelyn didn’t believe that for a moment. Though Rebecca was unnaturally quiet and withdrawn, she was curious about the world around her. The horses fascinated her, and in some small way, so did Evelyn.

“How will she learn about horses if she never gets close enough to touch one?” Evelyn asked, resting her elbows on the half wall between the stalls. Radford had his back to her, allowing Evelyn to observe the way his shirt tightened across his shoulders as he swept the hayfork across the floor to spread fresh straw. His denim trousers were dusty and loose from bending and squatting, but Evelyn knew the fabric covered a hard-molded backside and long, sinewy legs. Moving her gaze up to the dark hair tangled in his collar, she wondered how it would feel then chastised herself for the thought.

“Rebecca’s never been on a horse,” Radford said, shaking the last of the straw from his fork.

“Papa claims I sat my first horse as soon as I could sit up on my own.”

“I’ll teach her how to ride when I think she’s ready.”

“All right,” Evelyn said, but she needed to make Radford understand what was happening to his daughter. “I think Rebecca needs a playmate her own age. I know she’s warming up to Papa because he’s so silly, but being surrounded by adults all the time can’t be good for her.”

Radford planted the tines of the fork in the straw and hooked his palm over the handle. “I know you mean well, Evelyn, but Rebecca wouldn’t play with a child her age.”

The certainty in his voice piqued her curiosity. “Why not? I think Tom and Martha Fisk’s little girl would be a wonderful playmate for Rebecca. You’ve never met Helen because she was born while you were away, but she’s a darling.”

“I’m sure she is,” Radford said, “but Rebecca still wouldn’t take to her. She didn’t take to Janie in Boston or Emily in Saratoga Springs. Both girls were her age and Rebecca refused to have anything to do with them. She’s just too shy.”

“What were those girls like?” Evelyn asked, sure that there was a reason Rebecca shied away.

 “Like little girls.” He raked his hair back. “I don’t know.”

Evelyn took a step back. “I’m sorry. I know Rebecca’s your responsibility and I shouldn’t intrude, but I can’t stand to see her sitting on her blanket every day. She needs to play and explore.”

“She will. When she feels comfortable letting me out of her sight, she’ll run off and play as little girls do.”

It would more likely be when Radford was comfortable letting Rebecca out of his sight, but Evelyn withheld comment. It would do her no good to antagonize Radford further for being a protective father. But she could goad him into getting out of her livery so she could keep her eyes on her work for a change. “Rebecca can’t just sit here every day of her childhood, Radford. Why don’t you go play with her? I can handle chores this morning.”

“Rebecca knows I have to work during the day and that we’ll have our time together in the evening. She can go play anytime she chooses.” He opened the stall door and glanced back. “Need anything before I go outside?”

Evelyn shook her head and watched him leave, as Rebecca trailed after him with her ragged blanket tucked beneath her arm, her shoes forgotten by a bale of hay. Evelyn picked them up and took them to the tack room with her, feeling as though she had failed Rebecca. She sat at her desk and placed the tiny shoes before her, studying them with her chin propped on her fists. Why was Radford trying to keep her away from Rebecca? Couldn’t he see that his daughter was brimming with curiosity? The fact that she sat quietly on her blanket each day didn’t mean she wasn’t utterly miserable.

“Evelyn, are you still in here?” She glanced up at the sound of Radford’s voice. He stood in the doorway, his expression drawn, and Evelyn suspected he’d come back inside to tell her to mind her own business where Rebecca was concerned. “The veterinarian is outside asking for you,” he said, gesturing with his chin toward the front door.

 “Calvin’s here?” she asked with surprise. She followed Radford out of the livery and greeted the short, balding man. Calvin Uldrich had been friends with her father since before she was born, and was one of the only people who still frequented her livery. “What a nice surprise, Calvin.”

“I wish this was just a social call, Evelyn, but I need your help.” He stuffed his hat back on his head. “I’ve got a stallion that needs some tending, if you have the time.”

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked, nodding toward the frightened sorrel tied to the back of Calvin’s carriage.

“Take a look at his neck, but stay back. He’s in pain and pretty wild right now.”

Evelyn approached slowly, inching forward until she could see his neck. The horse flattened his ears and snorted, the whites of his eyes showing. The instant she saw the injury, rage consumed her. “Who did this?” she demanded, pointing to the stallion’s lacerated flesh.

“My twelve-year-old grandson. He wanted to help me doctor the animals, but we needed to clean the barn first. He took the horses outside for me, but I didn’t realize he’d chained my stallion until late last evening. By then the damage was done.” Calvin sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “He feels terrible about hurting Gus.” He arched a bushy white brow at her. “I don’t have the time or energy to try and rehabilitate him. I was hoping you might.”

Evelyn glanced at the stallion in pity. To keep these beautiful creatures in gentle captivity was one thing, but to treat them without compassion, even unintentionally, was the lowest form of cruelty. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”

“He’s yours if you can rehabilitate him.”

“What?”

“You and your father have always lent a hand when I’ve needed one. Now I can finally repay that kindness. Besides, I’m too old for spirited horses. My gentle Nellie is all I can manage now.”

Evelyn admired the majestic stallion before her. If she didn’t take him, who would in his present condition? Calvin couldn’t sell him, and if he didn’t have time to work with Gus, the horse would remain as wild and dangerous as he was now.

“All right, Calvin, but let me know if you change your mind.”

 He nodded and untied the rope from his buggy. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be stubborn. Let me help you get him inside before I leave.”

Evelyn shook her head. “No, thanks,” she said, barely able to drag her gaze from the horse. “It’ll go better if I do it alone.”

* * *

Radford watched the veterinarian drive away and wondered why Evelyn hadn’t accepted his help. The flattened ears of the stallion told Radford they could have used it. He saw Rebecca standing inside the livery door and waved her outside. “Wait on the porch for me, sweetheart,” he instructed, but Rebecca didn’t move. Her gaze was fixed on the high-strung stallion that snorted and sidestepped Evelyn’s slow advance. “Go on now,” he repeated. After Rebecca was out of harm’s way, Radford stepped forward to assist Evelyn. The stallion’s nostrils flared and his head reared up.

Evelyn held up a hand to stop Radford. “Don’t move. Don’t say anything. And don’t block the door,” she said quietly.

Intrigued, Radford waited. Evelyn began talking softly to the horse, varying the tone of her voice until the sorrel’s ears flicked. With small steps, she moved toward him, arms outstretched, crooning in a singsong voice. The stallion kept his eyes on her, snorting and prancing, and backing away. When she inched to the right, the stallion adjusted his body to keep her directly in front of him. They continued their face-off for several minutes while she slowly backed the horse through the open barn doors.

Radford followed along in awed silence, listening as Evelyn urged the stallion on with soothing, seductive tones that conjured visions of her in her nightrail, her soft slender body tempting him to draw her down beside him. After long minutes of her soft murmurs that lured both him and the horse inside, Radford sighed with relief when she finally closed the stall door in front of the stallion.

Radford had never seen an injured animal handled with such mastery. The stallion had fallen under Evelyn’s spell, just as Radford had that night in his bedroom.

She turned toward Radford with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. “We did it.”

 Radford shook his head, truly amazed at her abilities. “I don’t believe it. I suppose you’ll have him rehabilitated by tomorrow?”

Evelyn smiled and Radford was drawn by the genuine warmth in it. “Not tomorrow, but give me a month and Gus will be eating out of my hand.”

He didn’t doubt it. She’d had the same effect on him the other night. “It must be wonderful to feel that kind of conviction.”

Evelyn glanced at the horse, her eyes lit with purpose. “Papa says you can’t give up and expect success. Gus will be my biggest challenge yet.”

Radford had heard William’s words of wisdom, but they had been different during the war. He’d told Radford that he couldn’t give up and expect to survive.

“Radford? Are you all right?”

Evelyn’s voice startled him. He hadn’t realized that he’d slipped into the quagmire of memories. He drew his watch from his pocket, hoping to distract her. “I was just wondering how I’m going to beat you at cards tonight if you’re able to manipulate your opponent as easily as you did Gus.”

Evelyn’s lips quirked. “It’s not me you’ll have to worry about. Kyle’s my partner and he refuses to lose.”

“Then don’t expect me to be merciful while I’m planning my attack.”

* * *

Radford’s eyes were wonderful when he teased, and Evelyn secretly admired the golden sparkle beneath his dark lashes. His hair was damp at the temples and he had a sunburn across the bridge of his nose. She almost asked if it hurt, but changed her mind for fear of exposing her preoccupation with his face.

“Did you learn how to conquer the enemy in the war?” she asked.

He sighed and leaned against Gus’s stall. “I learned a lot about surviving. Mostly things I don’t want to remember.”

“Maybe you could talk with your brothers about it. It might help you get rid of your nightmares.” It also might help Radford and Kyle grow close again, she thought.

“It’s better if I just lock the memories away and leave them alone.”

“What happens if they won’t leave you alone?”

 Radford shrugged. “I don’t know.”

But Evelyn did. He would leave, just as Kyle and her father said he would. Rebecca would sink farther into her silent world, and Radford deeper into his private hell, wherever that was.

“May I ask you a question, Radford? About your daughter?”

 “You can ask,” he said, indicating that he might not answer.

Since she’d already stuck her neck out, Evelyn figured she may as well lay it on the chopping block. “Why won’t you let me befriend her? Why do you keep Rebecca away from me?”

“That’s two questions.”

“I’m not a very good example for her, am I?” Evelyn watched his eyes while he struggled for an answer. “It’s all right, Radford. You won’t say anything I haven’t already heard from the ladies in town.”

He captured her hand, his thumb bumping over her knuckles as he inspected her. “Why don’t I remember you better? I keep expecting you to be that little girl with skinned knees who ran around with Kyle, but you’ve changed. Regardless of your boots and britches, you’re not a tomboy anymore, are you, Evelyn?”

She ducked her head, her lashes lowered in embarrassment. “I couldn’t tell you what I am.” All her life, she hadn’t known where she fit. She felt uncomfortable in her Sunday dress, as though she had no business wearing one after trudging around in britches all week, yet she felt just as awkward wearing her father’s altered wardrobe.

Suddenly, Evelyn saw herself as Radford must see her, a pitiful girl uncomfortable in her own skin. Desperate to escape his scrutiny, she tried to pull away.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, keeping her hand in his. “Nor am I going to let you go on thinking it’s a shortcoming on your part that’s determining my actions with Rebecca, because it isn’t. The truth is, I think Rebecca would become too attached to you.”

Evelyn’s gaze snapped to Radford’s.

“I’ve seen her watching you.”

“Is that bad?” Evelyn asked, wishing Radford would release her hand. She didn’t want his pity.

He shook his head. “No. But Rebecca is sensitive right now and I’m trying to keep her from getting hurt.”

“I have no intention of hurting your daughter.”

“Neither did her first nanny.” Radford finally released Evelyn’s hand. “Rebecca adored Dorothy, and it crushed her when Dorothy married and moved away. I thought Gert, her second nanny, would love my daughter and mother her like Dorothy had. She abused Rebecca. By the time I came home from a trip to Virginia, Rebecca had quit speaking. It took her almost a month to start talking again.” Radford swallowed then released a calming breath. “I’ve never come so close to hitting a woman as I did the afternoon I came home and found Gert asleep on the sofa, and Rebecca tied to the sofa leg with an abrasive string around her ankle.”