The Midnight Rider Takes A Bride. Christine Rimmer

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      Three

      Behind Charity and off to the side a little stood her husband Morton, looking miserable.

      Charity spoke first, which was no surprise to anyone.

      “Hello, Adora.” Even in greeting, her tone left no room for compromise.

      “Hello, Mrs. Laidlaw.”

      It was odd, Adora thought. Charity had nice, even features, cornflower blue eyes and ash blond hair that curled softly around her face. She’d kept her figure slim. She should have been attractive. But she wasn’t. She was too self-righteous to be good-looking.

      “May we come in?”

      Adora glanced at Jed, giving him one more chance to change his mind. But Jed only nodded. So Adora stepped back and pushed open the screen.

      “We’ve heard the terrible news,” Charity intoned as she entered, followed at a respectful distance by her browbeaten spouse. “And we’ve come to take our poor niece home with us.” Charity caught sight of Jed right then. Her finely cut nostrils flared, as if she smelled something bad.

      Jed and Tiff stood as one.

      “Tiff is home, Charity.” Jed seemed to take pleasure in calling Tiff’s aunt by her given name, which few, if any, in Red Dog City ever dared to do. “And I’m here, so I’ll take care of her.”

      One corner of Charity’s pretty upper lip lifted a fraction, in a sort of well-bred snarl. “That is the most absurd suggestion I have ever heard.”

      “It’s not a suggestion. It’s a fact.”

      Charity looked at Tiff, her expression turning marginally kinder. “Tiffany. Dear—”

      Tiff hunched closer to Jed. “I’m staying here, with my brother.”

      Charity emitted a harumph of impatience. “But that’s impossible, dear. Your brother lives out in the woods in that primitive cabin of his. And questionable men work for him. He’s not set up to care for an impressionable young girl.”

      “We’ll manage, Charity.” Jed’s tone was deceptively gentle, as always. But his eyes gave away his true feelings. They were twin points of dry ice. “I’ve got my own room here, over the garage. I’ll move in there full-time. It can all be worked out.”

      Charity drew her shoulders back so far it was a surprise she didn’t fall over backward. And when she spoke, it was with great care, as if she were putting everything she had into her effort to remain civil. “But you’re gone all day. The child will run wild.”

      Tiff jumped in, insulted. “I don’t run wild.”

      Charity sighed. “Now, Tiffany, I know how upset you are and I—”

      “No. No, you don’t. You don’t know anything. You’re a mean, old—”

      Jed coughed and gave Tiffs shoulder a squeeze. Tiff fell silent.

      Charity drove her point home. “You cannot be alone all day long, and that is that.”

      Tiff looked up at Jed, pleading with her eyes. But Jed said nothing. Adora knew what he must be thinking: that it wouldn’t be right for Tiff to go completely unsupervised all day, every day. It was a problem, one to which he had no immediate solution.

      But Adora did. “Look. I’m just around the corner. I can keep an eye on Tiff during the day, the same as Lola did, from the shop.”

      Charity drew in a sharp, indignant breath and focused her narrowed eyes on Adora. If looks could do harm, Adora would have needed medical attention on the spot.

      Tiffany crowed in triumph. “See? Dory will help.” She looked up at her brother, her eyes full of fevered hope. “I’ll be with you, won’t I, Jed?”

      He gave her shoulder another squeeze. “Damn straight. We’re family.”

      Charity would not give up. “I beg your pardon. I’m every bit as much a part of Tiffany’s family as you are. And Morton and I are much more suitable as substitute parents than you’ll ever be.”

      Jed didn’t waver. “Look, Charity. Tiff wants to be with me. And I can take care of her. And with Adora helping out, we’ll get along just fine.”

      Charity glared at him long and hard, trying to break him with a look. It didn’t work. So she brought out the big guns.

      “Let’s be frank here, Jed Ryder. You aren’t fit to raise a child.”

      Tiff let out an angry cry. Jed soothed her. “Shh...” Then he met Charity’s venomous glare once more and advised, softly as always, “Don’t go too far.”

      Charity’s nostrils had gone dead white. She sucked in a big breath through them and then announced sanctimoniously, “I most certainly СКАЧАТЬ