Название: Handpicked Husband
Автор: Winnie Griggs
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
isbn: 9781408997536
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Yet something about her commanded attention. Perhaps it was the way she looked you straight in the eye, as if trying to take your measure. Or perhaps it was the way she carried herself, as if the world would have to meet her on her own terms. Or maybe it was the healthy glow she projected, like a freshly picked and polished apple.
Miss Nash might not be the beauty her stepsister had been, but he definitely couldn’t picture this confident woman meekly fading away in anyone’s shadow. As for the coltish awkwardness he remembered, the years had replaced that with an air of self-assurance and composure.
This woman was one he would definitely remember.
“Hello, gentlemen.” She included them all in her polite smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you took the opportunity to enjoy a glass of cider.”
She extended a hand toward Adam. He noticed she kept the other hidden in the folds of her skirt. “Mr. Barr, how nice to see you again.”
Adam took her hand and nodded acknowledgment, wondering what she concealed in her other palm. “Miss Nash.”
Something about her appearance and voice did seem familiar, but not like something from his distant past. It gave him a nagging, I’m-missing-something feeling.
She laughed. “You don’t recognize me, do you? Not surprising—I looked very different last time we met.”
He straightened abruptly. Those eyes! That vivid, translucent blue-green of a dragon’s scales.
This woman, with her air of country gentility, was the backwoods hoyden with the banshee voice they’d encountered earlier. Now he knew what had delayed her. But how had she managed to get here ahead of them?
And what had she been doing out in the woods earlier, alone and attired in castoff men’s clothing?
Her gaze registered surprise at his reaction, then she nodded slightly, acknowledging the connection he’d made. Was she embarrassed at having been found out? If so, she didn’t show it. She merely eyed him expectantly, waiting for his next move.
Should he call her hand? She’d toyed with them, pretending to be something she wasn’t, pretending not to know him. Had she been watching for them? Perhaps hoping to turn them back?
As for him unmasking her, if the others weren’t observant enough to see through her disguise, it wasn’t his job to point it out to them.
“To the contrary,” he said, replying to her earlier remark, “I remember our last meeting quite well.” He released her hand. “Before I forget, I promised to relay greetings to you.”
“Oh?” Her voice held a wary note.
“Yes.” He gave her a mock-innocent smile. “We encountered a grubby, barely civilized girl down the road who claimed to know you.”
A flash of indignation crossed her face. Then her lips twitched. “An unflattering but accurate description of my friend.” Then she waved toward the others. “Please, introduce me to your friends.”
“Of course.”
As he made the introductions, he tried reading her mood. But she didn’t appear at all discomposed that they’d called her bluff and followed her out here.
Once the amenities had been satisfied, Miss Nash turned back to him, raising a brow in question. “I hope my grandfather was in good health when you saw him last.” Her tone was polite, but contained a hint of something else as well.
“He was his usual irascible self when we left Philadelphia.”
She nodded, and Adam was puzzled by the flash of relief in her expression. It seemed her question had been more than a casual inquiry.
“Then if you gentlemen will excuse my directness, may I ask what brings you to this remote location?”
Adam stilled, studying her expression carefully. Was this another delaying tactic?
But all he saw was puzzlement and suspicion. Did she truly not know what was going on?
“Are you telling me you never received your grandfather’s letter?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Either she was a very good actress or she had no idea what she was about to face. It appeared he owed the lady an apology for the unflattering thoughts he’d entertained about her these past few hours.
Then the full import of the situation hit him, and Adam swallowed several choice oaths. He’d have to explain the judge’s Machiavellian scheme to her. That wasn’t supposed to be part of his duties.
But this wasn’t her fault, either. “Then please forgive our intrusion. It’s unfortunate you didn’t receive proper warning of either our arrival or our purpose.”
Not sure what else to do, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the missive Judge Madison had entrusted to him. “Your grandfather asked me to give you this before we began serious discussions, so perhaps it would be best for us to start there. Then I can explain things to you in more detail.”
She took the paper from him, a crease marring her forehead.
Adam rubbed the back of his neck. This didn’t feel right. How much had the judge put in the second letter? Would it make any sense to her if she hadn’t read the first? Maybe he should explain—
Everett cleared his throat. “While Miss Nash is reading the letter and Mr. Barr is making his explanations, perhaps the rest of us could take a look around. A walk would be welcome after that long ride.”
Adam wondered cynically if Everett’s offer came from a gentlemanly urge to give her some privacy to absorb the news, or a cowardly urge to distance himself from her reaction to it.
Whatever the man’s motives, he was immediately joined by the other two.
“Good idea,” Chance agreed hastily.
“My legs could do with a bit of stretching, too,” Mitchell added.
Their eagerness to exit the area was so obvious, Adam wasn’t surprised to see Miss Nash’s brow raise.
* * *
Uh-oh. Her visitors suddenly seemed like critters fleeing a brushfire. Reggie figured that meant only one thing.
They knew she wouldn’t like whatever she was about to learn from her grandfather’s letter.
“Of course,” she answered smoothly. She actually welcomed the chance to read the letter in private since she wasn’t known for having a poker face. “Mrs. Peavy, why don’t you escort them on a little tour of the area. I believe the south end of the lake would offer the best view.”
Not to mention keep them away from Jack. “Oh, and I think Buck would enjoy the walk as well.”
Reggie did her best to ignore the knowing look on Adam’s face. If only he wasn’t so perceptive. СКАЧАТЬ