Название: Heartland Courtship
Автор: Lyn Cote
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
isbn: 9781472072849
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The old bitterness reared. Enjoyin’ the show? he nearly snarled. His heart beat fast at the inappropriate fury that coursed through him. These innocent people didn’t deserve the sharp edge of his rough tongue.
“You’ll feel better,” the wife said, “when you’ve been able to eat more and get your strength back.”
“How did I end up here?” he asked, the thought suddenly occurring to him. Hadn’t he been on a riverboat?
“The captain put you off the same boat I arrived on,” Miss Rachel replied, sounding indignant.
Brennan couldn’t summon up any outrage. What had the captain owed him? But now he owed these good people, the kind who usually avoided him. The debt rankled.
“You’re from the South?” the husband asked.
There it came again. Most Northerners commented about his Southern drawl. Brennan caught his tongue just before his usual biting answer came out. “Yes.” He clenched his teeth.
The husband nodded. “We’re not still fighting the war here. I’m Noah Whitmore. This is my wife, Sunny, and our children, Dawn and Adam. And Rachel is my first cousin.”
Brennan tried to fix the names to the faces and drew in air. “My brain is mush,” he admitted, giving up the struggle.
Noah chuckled. “We’ll get you back on your feet. Never fear.”
The immense, unasked-for debt that he owed this couple and this Miss Rachel rolled over Brennan. Words seemed paltry, but they must be spoken. “You have my thanks.”
“We were glad to help,” the wife, Sunny, said. “We all need help sometime.”
Her last phrase should have eased him but his reaction was the opposite. Her last phrase raised his all-too-easy-to-rile hackles, increasing his discomfort. How could he ever pay what he owed these people? And he’d be forced to linger here to do that. Canada was still a long ways away. This stung like bitter gall.
* * *
Three days had inched past since Brennan had surfaced from the fever that had almost killed him. Noah had bathed him. And humming to herself, Miss Rachel had washed, pressed and ironed his clothing. The way she hummed when she worked, as if she was enjoying herself, made him ’specially fractious. Each day he lay at ease under their roof added another notch to his debt.
From his pallet now, he saw the sun barely lighting the window, and today he’d planned to get up and walk or know the reason why. He made himself roll onto his knees and then, bracing his hands against the wall, he pushed up onto his feet.
For a moment the world whirled around. He bent his head and waited out the vertigo. Then he sat in the chair and pulled on his battered boots. His heart pounded and that scared him. Had this fever affected his heart? Visions of old men sitting on steps in the shade shook him, moved him.
He straightened up and waited out a momentary wooziness. He shuffled toward the door and opened it. The family’s dog lay just outside. Brennan held a finger up to his mouth and the dog didn’t bark, gave just a little yip of greeting. Brennan stepped outside and began shuffling slowly down the track toward the trail that he knew must lead to town. The dog walked beside him companionably.
Brennan tried not to think, just to put one foot in front of the other. A notion of walking to the road played through his mind. But each step announced clearly that this would not be possible.
About twenty feet down the track, his legs began to wobble. He turned, suddenly wishing he’d never tried this stunt.
“Brennan Merriday!” The petite spinster was running toward him, a long housecoat nearly tangling around her ankles.
He tried to stand straight, but his spine began to soften.
She reached him just as he began to crumple and caught him, her arm over his chest, her hand under his arm. “Oof!”
Slowly she also crumpled. They fell together onto the barely bedewed grass, he facedown, she faceup. She was breathing hard from running.
“Brennan Merriday,” the little Quaker scolded, “what was thee thinking?”
“Why do you always use both my names?” he snapped, breathing hard too and saying the first thing that came to mind that didn’t smack of rudeness.
“That is the Quaker way, our plain speech. Titles such as mister and sir are used to give distinction, and all are equal before God.”
She lay beside him, her arm lodged under his chest, much too close to suit him.
“God and Quakers may think that but hardly anybody else does,” he panted. He rolled away to stand but halted when he’d gained his knees. He had to get his breath before trying to stand to his feet, get away from this soft, sweet-smelling woman.
The Quaker sprang up with—he grumbled silently—a disgusting show of energy. “I’ll help thee.”
“I prefer to get up by my lonesome, thank you,” he retorted, his temper at his own weakness leaking out. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Her hair had come loose from a single braid and flared around her shoulders. Her skin glowed like a ripe peach in the dawn light. He took a deep breath and tried to turn his thoughts from her womanliness.
“Why did thee do this without discussing it first, Brennan Merriday?”
“I reckon,” he drawled, “I overestimated my strength, Miss Rachel.”
“I don’t think thee understands just how ill...” She pursed her lips. “A little patience is what is needed now. I had planned to help thee take a short walk today. It is exactly what is needed.”
“Well, I saved you the trouble and took my own walk.” He couldn’t stop the ridiculous words.
She gave him a look that mimicked ones his sour aunt Martha had used often when he was little.
“I’m not a child,” he muttered.
A moment of silence. Miss Rachel pressed her lips together, staring at him. Then she glanced away. “I know that,” she murmured.
Slowly he made it onto one foot and then he rose, woozy but standing.
She waited nearby, both arms outstretched as if to catch him. “Should I call Noah to help?”
“I can do it myself. Just let me take my time.”
The family dog stayed nearby, watching as if trying to figure out what they were doing.
“You can go on in,” he said, waving one hand.
She studied him. “Very well, but since thee has so much energy, thee can help me today. I am going to try a new recipe and I need the walnuts СКАЧАТЬ