His Comfort and Joy. Jessica Bird
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Название: His Comfort and Joy
Автор: Jessica Bird
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781408944295
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Man, if Gray Bennett was a canine lover, that would pretty much seal the deal on him being a total dreamboat.
“Don’t know about all dogs, but he loves Ernest. They go on walks together and boat rides and—” Libby shook her head. “I’m rambling. The shower’s through there. You’ll find fresh towels on the rack and there’s a hairdryer under the sink. I’d have taken you to another room, but the other staff quarters are shut down for the winter and the guest rooms are all filled. Do you mind if Ernest stays?”
Joy looked at the dog who returned her gaze with inquiry.
“Of course not.” She smiled and fluffed his soft ear.
As his owner left, Ernest planted his butt on the floor and leaned into Joy’s leg.
“So, Gray’s your buddy,” she said to the dog when the door closed. “Got any secrets you’d like to share?”
Gray pushed open the butler’s door and strode into the kitchen.
“Hey, big guy,” Nate called from the counter. “You’re lookin’ fine tonight.”
They shook hands with a meaty clap. White Caps’ new chef had turned out to be someone Gray knew well. He and Nate had gone to college together, though they’d lost touch thereafter. It had been a real kick in the pants, in a good way, to find out who’d transformed the Moorehouses’s kitchen into paradise.
But then life could be like that. Six degrees to the right or left and you were staring your past in the face again.
“Everything smells terrific,” Gray said while scanning the room. He waved at Frankie, who was lining up dozens and dozens of dough balls on stainless-steel trays. There was another guy bent over the stove, someone he didn’t recognize.
Where was she? he wondered. Or was he totally losing it and had only imagined seeing Joy on his lawn?
“You need anything?” he asked, stalling.
“Nah, we’re all good.” Nate went back to mincing up parsley with a vicious-looking knife. “Everything’s under control.”
There was a pause and Gray became aware that everyone was working except for him.
Ah, hell. He couldn’t very well stand here like a wallflower.
The butler’s door swung open behind him.
“There you are,” Cassandra said. “There’s someone on the phone for you. Libby’s been running around the house looking everywhere.”
As the heads in the room turned in her direction, Cassandra smiled. “Sorry to interrupt.”
Gray measured her expression as she looked at Frankie. There was no sign of recognition on her face. Or Frankie’s, either. Good Lord, the two women didn’t know each other.
He cleared his throat. “Cassandra, this is Frankie Moorehouse. Alex’s sister. Frankie, Cassandra Cutler. Reese’s…widow.”
Cassandra paled, her hand coming to her throat. Frankie had a similar reaction, straightening slowly in shock.
Damn it, he should have warned them both, he thought, feeling like a heel. He’d just assumed that they knew who the other was.
Frankie came forward, wiping the flour from her hands with a side towel. “I’m so sorry about Reese.”
Cassandra reached out. “Your brother. Is he all right? I’d heard when the Coast Guard found him he was injured.”
Frankie nodded. “He’s recovering. It’s going to be a long haul, though.”
“When he didn’t come to the funeral, and he didn’t call, I worried…” Cassandra’s voice broke. “I can only imagine what he’s going through. He and Reese were closer than sailing partners. They were like brothers. Where is he?”
“Here. At home.”
“I must see him.”
Frankie took a deep breath. “You’re welcome to, but you should be prepared. He’s, ah, not really open to conversation. Although maybe you can reach him. We sure haven’t been able to.”
Gray noticed that Cassandra’s body was shaking and he slipped his arm around her waist. She leaned into him.
“I’d certainly like to try,” she said. “I want to know what happened on that boat.”
As Joy left Libby’s quarters, she corralled Ernest with her leg, somehow keeping him inside the room. She felt like a jailer and it was hard not giving in to the dog’s pleading eyes. Staring up at her, he was on the verge of speech, desperate for clemency.
Except there was no way she was going to buy the whole saint’s-preserve-me, I’m-just-a-meek-fellow routine. And having already experienced one catastrophe this evening, she didn’t want to chance what would happen if the retriever got loose in a kitchen with Tom Reynolds. The two could probably level the whole house.
As she went down the stairs, she wondered when she’d run into Gray. She figured it probably wouldn’t be until the party started, so she had at least another forty-five minutes to prepare herself. Coming around the corner into the kitchen, she smoothed the uniform, thinking at least the thing fit her. The skirt was a little short, but other than that it looked decent—
She skidded to a halt.
Gray Bennett was standing by the stove, looking better than any man had a right to. His dark hair was brushed back from his arrogant face. His broad shoulders and chest filled up a beautifully tailored navy-blue jacket. And the faint pink of his button-down shirt brought out his tan and his pale blue eyes.
The only thing that ruined the picture was the fact that he had his arm around a woman. And he was looking down at her face as if he cared deeply for her.
Joy’s stomach heaved.
Oh, God.
She actually considered running back upstairs, but forced herself to stay put. After all, she was being utterly ridiculous. A man like him wouldn’t live the life of a monk. And she’d read plenty of stories in the papers about who he was out with in D.C. So the fact that he had a woman really shouldn’t be a surprise.
Except it was. Whenever he’d come to Saranac Lake, he’d always been alone. She’d never actually seen him with someone firsthand.
And of course, the woman was a beauty. Thick red hair, pale, translucent skin, green eyes that were looking curiously distraught. And the cream dress she was wearing? It was so perfectly simple, the fabric so gorgeous, the fit so precise, it had to be haute couture.
They were perfect together.
Joy looked back at Gray and was startled. His eyes had narrowed into beams and they were trained on her. Which wouldn’t have bothered her ordinarily except he did not seem happy. The simmering darkness in his face was dismaying. In the past, he’d always been friendly to her. Why was he suddenly looking at her as if СКАЧАТЬ