The Family Diamond. Moyra Tarling

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      Chapter One

      Maura O’sullivan stood at the foot of the wooden stairs leading up to the veranda of the elegant two-storied ranch house.

      The taxi had pulled away. There was no turning back. Suddenly, a feeling of apprehension and excitement scampered along her nerve-endings, and the courage and conviction that had brought her to California in search of the father she’d believed was dead, seemed to drain out of her.

      The urge to call out to the taxi driver, to tell him she’d made a mistake almost overwhelmed her.…

      “I thought I heard a car pull up.” At the sound of the deep masculine voice Maura felt her pulse take a crazy leap. She quickly corralled her misgivings and glanced up at the man who’d appeared on the veranda from the side of the house.

      Dressed in faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Spencer Diamond was even more handsome than she remembered. Oozing confidence, and with a hint of arrogance in his step, he came down the stairs to meet her.

      “Welcome to California!” He stopped in front of her.

      “Thank you,” she replied as she met his steady blue gaze.

      “Why didn’t you call from the bus station? I could have driven the wagon into town and picked you up,” Spencer said as he picked up the suitcase and bag at her feet.

      “I don’t suppose you mean one of those old covered wagons, do you?” Maura asked, interest and humor lacing her tone.

      Spencer held her gaze for a fleeting moment and instantly felt that sharp tug of attraction he’d experienced the first time he set eyes on Maura O’sullivan two months ago in Kentucky.

      He smiled and shook his head. “Afraid not. Covered wagons are only permitted on the roads during Kincade’s annual Easter Parade or on special occasions such as weddings.”

      “Oh…I see.” Disappointment echoed through her voice. “Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always wanted a ride in a real covered wagon, like the ones the settlers used when they made the trip across the country to California.”

      “One of my father’s friends collects pioneer memorabilia,” Spencer told her. “Perhaps while you’re here I can arrange a tour for you, and maybe even a ride in one of the wagons.”

      “That would be lovely,” Maura responded warmly.

      “How was your bus trip?” Spencer asked as they climbed the stairs.

      “Better than a wagon ride I guess,” she joked. “But long and tiring just the same.”

      Spencer ushered her ahead of him, giving him the opportunity to study her. She wore a jean jacket and coffee-colored shirt and a pair of jeans that fit snugly, accentuating the rounded curve of her bottom.

      A mass of coppery-red hair cascaded down her back in riotous disarray and framed a heart-shaped face he’d never quite been able to forget.

      Not for the first time Spencer wondered at the reason for Maura’s complete change of heart. Two months ago, while he and his parents had been visiting a stud farm near Lexington, Kentucky, he’d happened to mention to a group of his host’s friends the difficulties he was having with one of his prize racehorses.

      One of the guests proceeded to tell him about Maura O’sullivan, a local horse trainer, extolling her talents and the almost magical success she’d had working with troubled and abused horses.

      Spencer had voiced his skepticism, but his host had assured him Maura O’sullivan could indeed work magic.

      Later that same evening he’d come face-to-face with the stunning redhead and, deciding he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he’d told her about Indigo and invited her to his ranch in California.

      He recalled quite vividly the scornful look she’d subjected him to, before none-too-politely tossing his invitation back in his face, repeating a few of the negative comments she’d undoubtedly overheard him make.

      That’s why her call a week ago asking if he still needed help with his horse had come as something of a shock. But with little progress being made with Indigo, and an important race less than ten days away, he’d been hard-pressed to turn down her offer.

      “You have a beautiful home,” Maura commented.

      “Thank you. The stables are out back. I’ll give you a tour later,” Spencer said.

      As they approached the front door it was suddenly opened and Maura instantly recognized the attractive, silver-haired woman smiling at her.

      “Maura! I thought I heard voices. It’s so good to see you.” Nora Diamond’s greeting was warm and sincere, and Maura suddenly found herself enveloped in a welcoming hug.

      At the unexpected embrace tears stung her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. “Thank you, Mrs. Diamond. It’s good to see you. You’re looking well.”

      “Thank you,” Nora replied, stepping aside. “Please, come in. How was your journey? Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

      “The trip was tiring, and thank you, I never say no to a cup of coffee,” Maura replied.

      “Spencer, dear, take Maura’s suitcase up to her room.”

      “Of course, Mother.” Spencer was already heading for the stairs.

      Maura followed Nora across the tiled foyer and along a hallway past a large dining room and on into a bright, spacious kitchen.

      A large wooden butcher block occupied the center of the room, and forming a U-shape around it, and all within easy access, was the stove, fridge and double sink.

      The cupboards were painted a pristine white, and the countertop, in a contrasting slate blue, matched the large venetian tiles covering the floor.

      The work area was well laid out and Maura especially liked the array of copper pots and pans hanging from the ceiling above the butcher block.

      A round oak table and six matching chairs sat near a bay window that overlooked the veranda. Beyond that lay the garden, and in the distance Maura could see the rooftops of buildings and guessed they were the stables.

      “What a beautiful kitchen,” Maura commented.

      “Thank you. Please have a seat,” Nora invited as she crossed to the counter. “So tell me, how was your trip?”

      “Very nice, thank you,” Maura replied politely. “I love watching the changing countryside.” She didn’t drive and hated flying. The two-day СКАЧАТЬ