Her Forever Man. Leanne Banks

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СКАЧАТЬ have to worry with Bree. She made her preferences and needs known loud and clear. Jacob, however, felt things deeply and kept his thoughts to himself. Lately, in fact, he’d seemed a little too quiet.

      When Addie brought cherry pie to the table, Felicity lifted her hand to refuse, then slid a glance to Jacob. “The stew was so good I can only eat a couple of bites of pie. Do you think you could help me?”

      Jacob eagerly nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

      Brock narrowed his eyes. His brother was intrigued with Felicity, and Chuck was salivating. His son was immune, though, he was sure of it. The ominous feeling in his gut tightened, however. If he didn’t keep a tight rein on her, Felicity Chambeau was going to wreak havoc at the Triple L.

      After Brock checked on Bree, Felicity followed him out into the cool night air. She had readily agreed when he’d suggested a walk instead of a full tour. They wandered along the path beside the fence, and she took in her surroundings as well as she could, considering the darkness. She glanced up. The sky was huge and full of stars. Although she knew her ancestors, along with her parents, were turning in their graves, announcing her intentions had been liberating. She noticed the silence again. “It’s so quiet it feels loud,” she said, shaking her head.

      “You’re just not used to it. If you listen you’ll hear the rustle of tree leaves in the breeze or a mockingbird. A little farther down the drive, you might hear a cow.”

      Felicity stood still and closed her eyes. She heard the rustle of tree leaves. It was a fresh, musical sound that made her fingers itch to play the piano.

      “Do you make a habit of telling people you’re going to give away half of your fortune?” he asked, interrupting the magical moment.

      She opened her eyes and met Brock’s gaze. His intensity made her nervous, but she didn’t blink. “I thought you would laugh, and I knew you would think I’m crazy.”

      “I just wondered if that was the reason your attorneys sent you down here.”

      She sighed and walked over to the wooden fence. The wood was rough to her touch. “They’re hoping I’ll change my mind.”

      “If you tell everyone you meet that you’re going to give away your money, then a lot of people will try to take advantage of you. Your attorneys are probably trying to protect you.”

      “My attorneys have dollar signs in their eyes. Besides, I haven’t told everyone my plans. In New York, I confided in Douglas, and it turns out that was a very poor choice. And my attorneys are not trying to protect me,” she insisted. “They’re appalled that I’m considering doing such a thing and hoping I will change my mind.”

      “Why do you think you won’t ever get married?” he demanded, then shrugged. “You’re not ugly.”

      Felicity gave a double take at his pseudo-compliment. “Your absence of flattery is refreshing. Orthodontics is primitive, but you can’t deny the results,” she said, baring her teeth. “The contact lenses do their job, the physical trainer has done his, and the makeup artist at Georgette Klinger beauty salon has shared a few of her tricks with me. A lasting relationship means someone would love me for who I am on the inside. The Chambeaus have a history of developing their fortune, not their inner selves. I don’t want the kind of marriage my parents had, and I’m not sure I would know how to make anything better, so maybe I’d just better work on making the world and me better.”

      Felicity took in the long-suffering expression on Brock’s face and gave a wry smile. “I think I was saying that more to me than to you. You’re an innocent passerby who got hit by my incoming lecture. I’m sorry.”

      He shrugged. “You just sound kinda like Tyler did when he was thinking about being a psychiatrist. Thank God that phase didn’t last long.”

      Felicity laughed. “Too much self-examination—”

      “—is a waste of time and depressing. Not only that,” Brock said, “it causes indigestion. You need to find a job or get married. If you get busy, you’ll feel better.”

      “I’m not getting married,” Felicity insisted. “And my primary skill has been writing checks to lawyers, financial consultants, and charities my mother favored.”

      Impatience tightened his mouth. “Well, while you’re here I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell everyone you meet that you’re planning to give away half your fortune. We’re not set up to deal with the influx of traffic at the Triple L, especially during calving season.”

      “You think I’m nuts. Go ahead and admit it,” she dared him. “You think I’m teetotally crazy,” she said, choosing an expression she’d heard Bree use.

      “You’re not thinking about your heritage—” he began.

      “I have no heritage,” she said. “I refuse to have the same kind of marriage my parents had. They led separate lives, and I was a disappointment to them. I was a clumsy, shy little girl with crooked teeth who liked to read a lot. I played the piano, but not quite well enough to be a concert pianist. I made good grades, but I wasn’t gifted. And socially, I didn’t sparkle.” She straightened her shoulders. “Sharing my wealth is the one way I can make my mark, the one way I can do something good and productive.”

      Brock sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. “I didn’t want to ask this,” he muttered. “Why are you down here?”

      “I told you. My lawyers—”

      “Why did they send you to me?”

      “It wasn’t specifically to you,” she told him. All the same, she thought, his broad shoulders could handle anything.

      “It was specifically to get you out of their hair for a while. Why did they send you away?”

      “Because I hired a financial consultant to help me set up a foundation.”

      “Douglas,” Brock said.

      Regret and anger roiled through her. Felicity frowned. “Yes. Doug. He once worked for the firm my father used. I met him at a social function, and he told me he’d gone into business for himself. He called me a few times and appeared genuinely interested in helping me. I began to transfer funds for the foundation. Three weeks ago, he took that money and left for South America. My attorneys don’t trust my judgment. At the moment, I don’t trust myself either. I need someone I can trust. Someone who isn’t interested in me. Someone with integrity,” she said, looking at him thoughtfully.

      “After you dump your money, what will you do?” Brock asked.

      Felicity shrugged. She had only a vague picture of her future. “I don’t know. Enter a convent or buy a cottage on the coast of Maine and read and have three cats. I’m not sure it’s all that important. What’s important is that I set up this foundation.”

      “They’re not going to let you in a convent with your body,” Brock muttered.

      Her stomach took a little dip. She ignored it. “Then Maine it is,” she said wryly, then turned serious. “Would you help me?”

      He shot her a wary look. “You just met me. Why would you trust me?”

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