Forever Wife And Mother. Grace Green
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Название: Forever Wife And Mother
Автор: Grace Green
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781474014571
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Gabe had been listening with only half a mind, but something in the intensity of her tone snapped him to full attention.
Pulling the vehicle to a halt by the gate, he turned in his seat and looked at her. She was staring into space.
“Will?”
She didn’t seem to hear.
He waved a hand in front of her face. “Honey, how do you know?”
Blinking, she looked at him. “Know what?”
“That dogs make sad people happy?”
“Oh, that.” She swallowed. “No reason. I just—”
Mark wrenched open the Range Rover’s back door and clambered in. With a cheery greeting— “Hi, Will, hi, Mr. Ryland, thanks for picking me up”—he set his lunch bucket at his feet and fastened his seat belt.
Gabe put the vehicle in motion. “Hi, kid.”
Mark immediately launched into a tale about one of his father’s cows that had calved the previous evening, and Gabe knew his opportunity to question his daughter was lost.
But he couldn’t dismiss the feeling that something was going on, something he knew nothing about…and she obviously meant to keep it that way.
And Mrs. Kincaid’s sadness—which he himself had noticed—was what had brought it to the surface.
Well, neither he nor his daughter would be seeing the woman again, so they could both forget about her.
He dropped the kids off at school and drove home. Once there, he fetched Fang from the kitchen and took him out for a run. The day was polished to a bright sheen, the sky as blue as sapphire, with not one cloud to mar it.
He strolled down the grassy slope in front of the lodge, over the crest and down the hill. Fang romped ahead, making for the barbed wire fence that formed the boundary between Ryland property and Lockhart land. Gabe shook his head irritably as, just like every other morning, the dog made to wriggle under the lowest wire of the fence.
“Fang!” he yelled. “No!”
The dog paused halfway through. Then, just as he did every morning on their walk, he wriggled back and took off along the perimeter.
Damn dog! Gabe mused. You’d think he’d know by now that he wasn’t supposed to go in there.
His lips compressed to a thin line as he gazed over the forest, the only evidence of Holly Cottage being the three chimney tops—
But no. Not this morning.
This morning, marring the clear blue of the sky, a wisp of smoke rose from one of the chimneys; rose, and swayed in a gust of wind off the river, and rose again.
Gabe rammed his hands into his pockets and glowered at the smoke. As a child, he’d been ordered never to trespass on Lockhart land, but once, when he was seven, he’d dared to sneak down there, and he’d peeked in the kitchen window. He’d seen an old wood stove in the shadowy room, and he’d always remembered it because it had been so old-fashioned compared to the modern appliances they had at the lodge.
He imagined someone in that kitchen, a young woman from the city who would be lighting that stove every day.
And though he knew he was sending hostile vibes to the wrong person, he couldn’t help wishing that whoever had set that fire would vanish off the face of the earth, because any sign of life from the old log house was a reminder of something—and someone—he dearly wished to forget.
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