A Family For Tory And A Mother For Cindy. Margaret Daley

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      “You’re doing great, Mindy. Sit up straight. Take command.” Tory watched the young girl walk her horse around the riding ring. The child’s face glowed, her proud expression attesting to one of the reasons Tory spent so much time and money on her Bright Star Stables—the looks on her riders’ faces when they were successful. “Okay, Mindy, that’s it for today. You need to cool Paint down now.”

      “Dad-dy say yes?”

      Tory assisted Mindy in dismounting, then handed the child the reins. “He’s going to think about you helping me at the hospital with Mirabelle.”

      The girl’s lower lip stuck out in a pout. “Why?”

      “Because your day is full as it is. With your schooling and therapies, Mindy, you don’t have a lot of extra time.”

      The sudden sound of Slade’s voice made Tory stiffen. The erratic beat of her heart crashed against her chest. With her attention totally focused on Mindy, Tory hadn’t heard him approaching. She didn’t like being caught unaware. It emphasized her vulnerability. Swinging around toward him, she took in his tall height, over six feet, and muscular frame that even his suit couldn’t conceal. She stamped down her alarm. This was Mindy’s father.

      The little girl gripped Tory’s arm and twisted about to face her father who stopped a few feet from her. “Summer—is al-most—here. No sch-ool then.”

      One of Slade’s dark brows arched. “Who said that?”

      “No va-va-ca-tion?”

      “You’ll have one, a short one. But you have some catching up to do, young lady.”

      Mindy sighed heavily. “I can’t—” The young girl paused and swallowed several times “—help Tor-ee?”

      “No, I didn’t say that.”

      A bright gleam shone in Mindy’s eyes. “I can!”

      “I didn’t say that, either. I’m still thinking about it.”

      Instantly the child’s expression crumbled and her shoulders sagged.

      “Take care of your horse and let me talk with Tory for a minute. I won’t be long.”

      Mindy led Paint toward the barn, her left foot leaving a drag mark in the dirt. The little girl’s head was lifted. Tory had been working the past month on instilling confidence into the child, something that had suffered after her operation.

      The second Mindy disappeared into the barn, Tory swung around, prepared to defend her reasons for wanting the girl to work with her. Slade cut her off with “Mindy won’t make her next lesson.”

      His words took the steam out of her. Surprised, she grappled for something to say. “Why?” was all she could manage to think of.

      “With Mrs. Watson gone I don’t have the time to bring her out here next Tuesday. As it is, I’m having a hard time getting help to take care of Mindy while my housekeeper’s away. I thought today I had everything arranged, but my arrangements fell through.”

      “I can help,” Tory said without really thinking through the consequences. But she adored the child and didn’t want her to miss her twice-weekly riding lessons.

      “I couldn’t ask you—”

      “You didn’t. I volunteered to help. Mindy wants to spend more time here. I could use her help and watch her at the same time. It’s perfect for everyone.”

      Slade shook his head, deep lines in his forehead. “But—”

      Tory held up her hand to stop his flow of words. “Who are you going to get to sit with Mindy? Someone from a baby-sitting organization? Mindy and I are buddies. I would love to help her out. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.”

      “I don’t know how long Mrs. Watson is going to be gone. Everything happened so suddenly. She said a week or maybe longer.”

      “One thing I’ve learned taking care of animals is to go with the flow. One day at a time. Don’t worry. The future will take care of itself.” At least that was what she was counting on. Because right now she wasn’t sure how long she could keep Bright Star Stables operational.

      “Not without a lot of help from me.” He took a deep breath and blew it out between pursed lips. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

      “I am.”

      “Then I’ll bring her first thing Monday morning.”

      “What time?”

      Slade peered toward the barn, his eyes narrowing as though he were trying to see into the dark shadows. “I’m afraid seven. I have an eight o’clock meeting I need to attend.”

      “That’s fine by me. I’m usually up by five. I’ll have the stalls clean by that time.” Mindy’s presence reinforced all the reasons she worked long hours to keep Bright Star Stables going.

      “That’s mighty ambitious.”

      “There’s nothing ambitious about it. I’m usually the only one to do it. I depend on volunteers to help. Otherwise, this is a one man—or rather, woman—show.”

      “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.” Slade stuck his hand out.

      Tory stared at it for a brief moment, then fit her hand within his and quickly shook it before pulling back, taking a step away as she did.

      “Hopefully Mrs. Watson will only be gone for a week.”

      “Don’t worry about how long it will be.”

      The tense set to his shoulders relaxed. “Now that only leaves rearranging her speech and physical therapies next week.”

      “When are they?”

      “Mindy has speech Monday afternoon at four and physical therapy Tuesday and Friday mornings.”

      “I need to come into town Monday. I can take her and you can pick her up there.”

      “I can’t—”

      “Didn’t we just go through this? I know how important her therapies are for her and how hard it can be to rearrange. It’s no big deal.”

      “Tor-ee, I’m fin-ished.”

      Tory swung around to watch as Mindy made her way toward them. Dirt dusted her cheeks with some bits of hay sticking СКАЧАТЬ