Wishing on Buttercups (41 page)

Jeffery took her hand and drew her close, his heart pounding. “I know, and it’s all right. I’m so thankful you’ve found your family at last, Beth. I pray they will be able to help heal the broken places in your life.”

She stood on tiptoe and placed a brief kiss on his cheek. “It’s all because of you. I will never be able to repay you for what you’ve done. You’ll have my gratitude and affection for the rest of my life.” Whirling, she made her way quickly back to the parlor.

Gratitude and affection. Jeffery clenched his jaw. That was not what he’d been hoping for. Not at all.

Three days had gone by since her mother and brother had arrived in Baker City, and Beth still hadn’t been alone with Jeffery. It almost felt as though he were avoiding her, but she couldn’t understand why. She’d thought her kiss and request to spend time with him would help him see how she felt. The only thing left was to salvage what pride remained and pour all of her time and attention into her family—not only her mother and brother, but Aunt Wilma as well.

She knocked on her aunt’s door. “It’s Beth. I’d like to talk if you feel up to it?” Worry nipped at her. Aunt Wilma had looked peaked lately and not her usual outspoken self. Even Frances had a hard time prying more than a dozen words from her friend. She tapped again. “Auntie? Are you there?”

A quiet voice answered, but Beth didn’t quite catch the words. She pushed open the door and looked inside. Her aunt stood over a carpetbag, placing items of clothing inside. “What are you doing?”

“Packing.” The word was flat.

Beth’s heart lurched. She covered the intervening space in two strides and placed her hand on her aunt’s arm. “Why? Where are you going?”

“To a hotel until I decide what to do next. Or until Caleb and I marry.”

Beth’s thoughts raced from one thing to another but couldn’t seem to land on anything that might have caused this sudden departure. “I don’t understand. Has something happened to upset you? Is Frances being difficult again?”

“Frances is fine. I simply think it’s time I move.”

Beth sank onto the end of the bed, sudden awareness dawning. “Is this because my mother is here?”

Wilma frowned. “Your brother should be here, not me. You need your family together in one place. You’ve been apart long enough.”

She stood and took the clothing out of her aunt’s hands. “Look at me, Aunt Wilma.” Beth waited a moment before continuing. “
You
are my family. That hasn’t changed and never will. Finding my mother and brother again doesn’t mean you aren’t one of the most important people in my life. I love you and don’t want you to leave.”

Her aunt’s gaze wavered, then tears flooded her eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Come here.” Beth gathered the older woman in her arms and held her tight. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t need you anymore? I will always need your wisdom and strength.” She pulled back a half step. “You believe me, don’t you?”

Wilma hiccupped and nodded. “I suppose I’m a foolish old woman who’s being overly sensitive.”

Beth brushed the back of her fingers down her aunt’s cheeks, wiping away the tears. “Not at all. You’re being perfectly normal. I wish you would have talked to me about this sooner though. I didn’t realize you felt this way.”

“You’re certain you don’t want me to leave so Mr. Harding can live here?”

“I’m certain. Now come on, let’s go downstairs and have a cup of tea and a chat.”

“But how about Mrs. Mason?”

“She’s resting in her room.”

Wilma nodded. “I wondered. It was good of Katherine to allow her to move in when Mr. Tucker headed home. Is she very ill?”

“Steven said she has frequent attacks of weakness since her illness so many years ago. I urged him to have Caleb examine her, if he’s willing, to see if there’s anything more that can be done.”

“That’s a wise idea. Have you caught up on reading the journals she gave you?”

“I’m taking it slow.” Beth smiled. “It’s still hard for me to take in that she filled six of them, all written to me. It’s allowing me to see into her heart and thoughts. Some of my favorite entries are on my birthday and holidays, when she was reminiscing on what I might have been doing if we’d been together. I’m also happy to know my real birthday at last.”

“We weren’t too far off. We always celebrated on the day you arrived at the fort in March, not knowing your actual birthday was in early February.”

“Yes, that will take a little getting used to, but at least I’m only a month older than we thought. I’ve been thinking of something else, Auntie. Since Caleb located Dancing Water and her people, I’d like to see her again. Maybe someday you and I can travel back East together and visit her. I want to thank her for all she and her people did for me.” She linked her arm with her aunt’s and tugged her through the open door. “Enough of the past for now. We need to celebrate the future. You will always be an important part of my life, Auntie.”

Her aunt sighed and squeezed her arm against her side. “And you mine. Shall we go see if that handsome Jeffery Tucker is about anywhere? I haven’t chatted with him in too long, and we have much to thank him for.”

Beth slowed her pace toward the stairs. Somehow she didn’t think he cared to be found, although she still didn’t understand why. She tucked the remnants of her bruised heart back out of sight and put on a smile. There was no sense in alarming her aunt for no reason; she’d had more than her share of anxiety lately. “I suppose. We can see if anyone is about who wants to take tea with us and make it a party.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Jeffery stood at the bottom of the stairs wondering if he dared go up and tap on Beth’s door. He could stand the uncertainty no longer. Either she cared for him as much as he did for her, or he’d leave this town and not look back. The idea of staying in Baker City and only garnering Beth’s friendship and gratitude was not something he could tolerate.

He started up and made it halfway, then paused at the sound of firm heels padding along the hall at the top of the staircase. The chatter of women followed.

Beth and her aunt swung around the corner of the hall and came toward him, faces alight with laughter. “Why, Jeffery, there you are.” The older woman lifted the hem of her skirt and started down ahead of Beth. “We were hoping to find you and ask you to tea.”

“You were?” He kept his grip on the railing and backed down the stairs, keeping his gaze on Beth. No frown marred the beauty of her face. “Actually, I was coming up in hopes of enticing Beth to take a buggy ride. Now that the snow is gone and the weather has moderated, it’s quite a pleasant day and might be one of our last to venture out before another storm comes along.” He moved aside at the bottom and allowed Mrs. Roberts to pass.

She gave him a subtle wink. “Wonderful idea. You young people get quite restless cooped up in the house. I’d like to find Frances anyway.”

Beth gaped at her aunt. “I beg your pardon? You asked me to tea.”

Wilma waved her hand. “Fiddlesticks. Everyone is welcome to change their mind once in their lifetime. And Mr. Tucker is correct. You might not get many more of these fine days. Why, even though it’s the middle of November it feels like fall again. Go along with you and have a good time. I’m perfectly content to visit with Frances.” She walked away, head held high.

Jeffery peered at Beth. Had he pushed too hard to get his own way? Surely not. Mrs. Roberts was the one who insisted that Beth accompany him. “Would you care to come with me?”

Her smile warmed his heart. “I’d love to, Jeffery. Very much. But we’ll need to ask Katherine or Mr. Jacobs if we can use their buggy.”

He grinned. “I hope you’ll forgive me for presuming, but I was so excited about taking you for a drive that I already obtained permission and harnessed the mare.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “I also warmed two bricks in the oven to place at your feet in case it gets cold.”

“How thoughtful.” Her face glowed with pleasure. “I’ll get my gloves and hooded cape and meet you outside.”

A few minutes later she stood on the porch as Jeffery stopped the buggy before the house. He wiped his damp palms on his trousers, then tugged on his gloves and jumped down from the seat.
Please, God, be with me today and bless my endeavor.
If only this would go as planned, he’d never beg God for another thing as long as he lived.

Beth allowed Jeffery to tuck a lap robe around her, relishing the feel of his strong hands. “Thank you, I’m quite comfortable. I’m so glad you thought of this. It’s wonderful to be outside.” What she really wanted to add was, “with you,” but couldn’t quite muster the courage. She peeked from beneath her lashes at his handsome profile as he urged the horse forward into a slow trot. “Where are we going? Or are we simply driving and enjoying the day?”

He laughed, and to Beth’s ears it was absurdly satisfying. “I have a destination in mind, but you’ll have to wait and see.”

“All right. I’m perfectly content to sit beside you and enjoy the day.” There, she’d said at least a little of what she felt and hoped he would understand the rest.

“As am I.” His dimple showed at the corner of his mouth before he turned his attention back to the mare. “Is your aunt all right?”

Beth wrinkled her forehead. “Yes, why do you ask?” Was it possible Jeffery could be so perceptive?

“I noticed her eyes were rather red-rimmed when you came downstairs, although she was smiling. I hoped she hadn’t been ill … or something.” He glanced at her.

“We had a good talk and cleared up her concerns.” Beth didn’t hesitate. How wonderful to know she could confide in Jeffery. “She was worried my mother and brother would usurp her position in my heart. I assured her nothing could do that, and she’d always be my family. I’ve simply added to it, not replaced her.”

Jeffery nodded. “Wise answer.” He shook the reins as the horse slowed. “We’re almost there.” The buggy pulled up a rise and topped out with a view looking toward both mountain ranges, the valley spread out between. “I discovered this on our trip to La Grande and thought you might enjoy it.”

Beth absorbed the quiet beauty that lay on all sides, taking in the peaks in the distance tinted with snow, and the valley dotted with cattle and horses, and the outer edges of the town within sight. The man beside her completed the image of peace and wholeness. “What a lovely picture. I’m so glad you brought me here.”

He set the brake and wrapped the reins around the handle. “Maybe you could draw it sometime. That is, if you stay in this area.”

She turned her attention to him. “Why wouldn’t I? I see it as home now. Even more so than I did Topeka.”

“I wasn’t sure, now that you’d found your family, if you might move.”

“Steven says his position at the bank here will be permanent, and his mother”—she felt warmth blossom in her cheeks—“
our
mother is content to stay where her children are. How about you?” Her voice faltered. “I know your father wants you to return home.”

“I want to visit them in the future, but I feel the same as you.”

She relaxed, gratitude sweeping aside the tiny residue of worry.

He swept his arm in a wide arc toward the valley. “This is where I want to live—assuming I don’t have to live here alone the rest of my life.”

Beth’s pulse quickened, but she offered a demure smile. “Were you thinking of adopting a pet? A dog or cat, perhaps?”

Jeffery threw back his head and emitted a shout of laughter, the joyous sound echoing across the valley. “That might be an option someday—should I have a child who has a yearning for one.” He gave her a meaningful smile.

Beth ducked her head, not caring to have him see her blush.

He lifted her chin with a gentle touch. “You mentioned earlier that you were adding to your family, not replacing it. Do you think you have any more room in your heart for another addition?”

“I guess it would depend on who that was, and what position he or she wanted to fill.”

He stroked his finger down her cheek, and she leaned her face into his touch, loving the feel of his skin against hers. His voice deepened. “I was thinking of applying for the position of husband, if it happens to still be available.”