Brides & Bargains. Maureen Child

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      She could only imagine what he had in mind. “Yes?”

      “Accompany me to the festival downtown.”

      The request totally took her by surprise. “What festival?”

      “I’m not certain. I believe it involves street vendors and a carnival. I thought it might be a good way to soak in the culture.”

      Quite possibly a good way to temporarily erase the past, Nasira thought. Understandable he would want to do that, and this time she would allow it. Still, she certainly would not refuse the opportunity to spend some quality time with her husband. She came to her feet and attempted a smile. “That sounds wonderful. I suppose I should change.”

      He stood, rounded the table and then touched her face. “You’re a beautiful, remarkable woman, Sira. Never think you should change for me.”

      The sheer emotion in his eyes, the absolute sincerity in his voice, sent Nasira’s spirits soaring. Perhaps they had reached a turning point, the prospect of a new beginning. Yet she acknowledged they would not obtain that goal until her husband was willing to tell her the unabridged truth.

      * * *

      Sebastian had avoided the whole truth like a practiced coward. He hadn’t told his wife that rejecting parenthood had more to do with his fear for her safety and not his determination to avoid his father’s interference. Someday he would reveal the bitter details behind his mother’s death, but right now he wanted to leave the past behind and concentrate on the present.

      With that in mind, he took Nasira’s hand into his as they strolled the streets of Royal crowded with cowboys and kids, two of whom sprinted past them on the sidewalk.

      “This place is certainly full of children,” he said. “I’d expect to see the Pied Piper coming around the corner at any moment.”

      Nasira sent him a frown. “This is a festival, Sebastian. What else would you expect?”

      Better manners. “True. The town appears to treat procreation as a sport as revered as their Friday night Texas football.”

      As they continued on, one particular display caught his curiosity and caused him to pause. “What in the bloody hell is cow patty bingo?”

      Nasira’s gaze traveled to the group gathered around the exhibition. “Well, it clearly involves a cow and some sort of game board and... I believe it is best we keep walking.”

      He couldn’t contain his laughter. “I could not agree more.”

      They continued on past several artisans with tables full of their wares. As they approached one fresh-faced young woman with baskets of multicolored flowers, Sebastian halted, released his wife’s hand and selected a single red rose. “How much is this?”

      “Two dollars,” the blonde replied. “Or six for ten dollars.”

      “One will do.” He withdrew his wallet from his rear pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. “Here you go. Keep the proceeds.”

      The teen appeared awestruck. “Thanks bunches. It’s for a good cause.”

      “What cause would that be?”

      “A new football stadium.”

      He started to argue that an orphanage would constitute a better cause, but thought better of it. “Best of luck on your venture,” he said, then turned to Nasira. “For my lovely bride.”

      She took the rose and smiled as if he had offered the moon and stars, not a simple posy. “To what do I owe this wonderful gift?”

      He kissed her cheek. “For agreeing to wed the likes of me.”

      “Most of the time, I happen to like being wed to the likes of you.”

      She might rescind her half compliment if she knew of the lies he still harbored. “Shall we take our chances on the games up ahead?”

      “As long as they do not involve cow patties.”

      “I believe they are games of skill involving tossing rings.”

      She hooked her arm through his. “Then by all means, let us test your skills.”

      Unable to help himself, Sebastian leaned over and whispered, “I’m definitely up for testing all my skills when we return to the ranch.”

      He expected his spouse to deliver a derisive glare over the innuendo. Instead, he received a surprisingly sultry look. “That is altogether possible if you are a good boy tonight.”

      Perhaps Rafe had been correct—simple gestures could pay off in spades.

      When they traveled on toward the brightly-lit gaming booths, Sebastian spotted a young boy dressed in jeans and miniature cowboy boots, turning in circles in the middle of the sidewalk, swiping the tears furiously from his face. A group of boisterous teens approached him, seemingly oblivious to the distressed child.

      Sensing disaster, Sebastian immediately removed Nasira’s hand from his arm, swept the boy up and away from the danger of getting run over by unconcerned adolescents, then set him down near a street light, away from the crowd. “Are you lost, young man?”

      He turned his misty brown eyes on him and sniffed. “My dad told me not to talk to strangers.”

      Sebastian took a step back so the boy wouldn’t feel threatened. “That is banner advice under normal circumstances. I only want to help you locate your parents and return you safely to them.”

      The child seemed to mull that over a minute before he spoke again. “A girl was chasing me and I lost my dad.”

      “What does your father look like?” Nasira asked from behind Sebastian.

      When the boy turned his gaze on Nasira, he seemed to relax and smiled as if he were quite smitten. “He’s got on a cowboy hat and boots and jeans and I think a blue shirt. Where’d you get it?” he asked, looking at the rose.

      “Sebastian gave it to me.” She pointed behind her. “We bought it at a booth not far from here.”

      “I might want to get one of those for my...” He lowered his eyes and kicked a pebble into the street. “Mom.”

      After exchanging a knowing look with Sebastian, Nasira offered him the flower. “I am certain my husband would not mind if you give her this one.”

      “Not at all.” He did mind that the description of the missing parent didn’t provide much hope of immediately finding him. “Is your father tall like me?”

      He nodded. “Uh huh. But he doesn’t talk funny like you. Are you from Dallas?”

      Nasira laughed. “We are from London, far across the ocean.”

      The child’s expression brightened. “We learned about that place in school. I’m in the second grade and I like to ride horses and... Dad!”

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