Hawk's Way Collection: Faron And Garth: Hawk's Way: Garth / Hawk's Way: Faron. Joan Johnston

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      “Travis, stop throwing food at Peter.”

      “Dad, make Jennifer stop kicking the table.”

      “Jennifer, that’s enough. Eat.”

      “Daddy, Trisha spilled her milk.”

      “I did not!”

      “It’s all over your dress.”

      “Is not!”

      “Is, too!”

      “Is not!”

      “Penny! Trisha! That’s enough from both of you. Can’t we have a little peace and quiet here?”

      No, Faron thought. There would be no peace and quiet until the kids had been put to bed. But he didn’t mind. And he could see that Belinda didn’t mind, either. In fact, the look in her eyes was decidedly soft—and yearning.

      He remembered what Belinda had said about wanting children. He wondered why she and his father hadn’t given him stepbrothers and stepsisters. Suddenly he was fiercely, selfishly glad that Belinda hadn’t borne his father’s children. Even if it meant she had no child to hold to her breast during this family reunion. Because he wanted to be the one to give her those children.

      Until that moment Faron hadn’t realized how deep his feelings for Belinda ran. He had known, of course, that he desired her physically. When he looked at her now it was with the knowledge that she was the one woman he was meant to spend his life with. With a sense of awful frustration he conceded that the unique relationship that had brought them together was equally likely to be what kept them apart.

      Faron turned his gaze on Belinda. She had settled Jennifer, the youngest of Dori’s daughters, in her lap and was playing patty-cake with the child. The smile on Belinda’s face was easily as broad as the little girl’s. When Jennifer threw her hands wide, Belinda tossed her head back to keep from getting hit. And met Faron’s eyes.

      He made no effort to hide what he was feeling. At first her expression softened. She shared with him the joy of holding the baby in her arms. As he continued staring, she lowered her lids and hid those expressive violet eyes from him. But it was too late. He had already seen the need, the desire, the yearning for a child of her own.

      “Time for baths,” Tillie announced.

      “Aw, Mom!”

      “Jeez, Mom!”

      “I want to play some more.”

      Faron listened to all the complaints knowing that they were being made in vain. The children’s parents slowly but surely herded their offspring up the stairs. He wasn’t surprised when Belinda took advantage of the opportunity to escape with them. Madelyn excused herself to check on Rue, who had apparently found another bottle this afternoon.

      That left Faron sitting at the table with Belinda’s youngest sister, Fiona. Fiona had a pixie face, and from what Faron had seen, a puckish sense of humor. She was blond and blue-eyed, but considerably shorter than her eldest sister. She had a figure that curved in all the right places. If Faron had met her before Belinda, he might even have been interested in getting to know her better.

      Fiona picked up her wineglass and walked down the length of the table to take a chair across from Faron. “I guess you and I are the only ones without someone to bathe.” She paused and added with a come-hither smile, “Unless you’d like me to scrub your back?”

      “No thanks,” Faron said, returning the smile.

      “Thank goodness.”

      “Pardon?”

      Fiona’s smile turned into a grin. “I was just checking. I mean, I saw the way you stared at Belinda all night. You wouldn’t be the right kind of guy for her if you were willing to hustle me the minute her back was turned.”

      “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

      “Oh, I’m still not sure you’re what she needs.”

      “And what is that?”

      Fiona’s blue eyes bored into him. Her hands fisted on the table. “Someone who wouldn’t take advantage of her. Someone who would make her happy.”

      “She wasn’t happy with my father?”

      Fiona gave an unladylike snort. “Not hardly.”

      Faron waited for her to say more. He didn’t have to wait long.

      “Wayne Prescott abused my sister. Oh, not so much physically. Although I know he hit her once or twice. But he crushed her spirit. Or at least he tried. Toward the end Belinda learned to hide what she was feeling, and he left her alone.”

      Faron felt a rage such as he had never known directed at a man who was beyond his reach. “Why didn’t she leave him?”

      “I asked her the same question. She said they had made a deal, and she owed him her loyalty.”

      “What kind of deal?”

      Fiona’s eyes were bleak. “Belinda sold herself to get the money to take care of us. Me and Dori and Tillie. When she married Wayne he established a substantial trust fund in each of our names. Dori went to UCLA and fell in love with Bill. Tillie married the doctor who put the cast on the broken leg she got skiing in Colorado. I bought a bed and breakfast in Vermont. Belinda got nothing. Except marriage to Wayne.

      “Of course, all of us were too young to realize what she was doing when she did it. She told us she was in love with Wayne, and during the first couple of years they got along pretty well.”

      “What happened then?”

      “Wayne started to gamble. He lost big. He took it out on Belinda. He kept her like a prisoner here, wouldn’t let her go anywhere. I guess he was afraid she wouldn’t come back. If it hadn’t been for Madelyn, she probably would have left him.”

      “What does Madelyn have to do with anything?”

      “You’ve seen them together. Madelyn treats Belinda like the daughter she never had, and Belinda returns her affection. They both tried to curb Wayne’s excesses. Sometimes I think if Belinda hadn’t been there, Wayne might have taken out his frustrations on his mother.”

      “Not the best father figure a man could have.”

      “I’m sorry. I forgot he was your father. But he wasn’t really, was he? I mean, someone else raised you. You’re certainly nothing like Wayne from what I’ve seen today.”

      “The question is whether Belinda sees my father when she looks at me,” Faron said.

      “I don’t see how she could,” Fiona said. “You don’t look a thing like him. You don’t act like him, either. Wayne mostly thought about himself. From things Belinda has told me about you—”

      “Belinda talked to you about me?”

      Fiona shrugged. “She just told me you were СКАЧАТЬ