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To Kate, she said, “I’m sorry to run off, but Laney Hedrick has been ill. The ladies in our sewing circle are taking turns delivering meals, and today happens to be mine. Would you mind spending the morning with Joshua? He’s agreed to show you around.”
Pausing on the last step, Kate’s fingers tightened on the banister. Her gaze shot to his face, then away.
“I’d like that.”
His gaze narrowed. Kate Morgan’s perfect manners couldn’t conceal her wariness. Was it him? Did he make her uncomfortable? Did she think he’d lash out in anger at her because of what Francesca had done? Or was she simply a timid young lady?
Their temporary guest was a stranger to him. Francesca had spoken at length of her parents but when it came to her sister, she’d been strangely reticent. He wondered why that was. Was theirs a strained relationship?
“I’ll be back in time to fix supper, I hope. If not, there’s smoked ham and bread for sandwiches.”
“Don’t rush, Ma. We’ll rustle up something if you’re late.”
The back door clicked shut. Silence hung thick in the air. Kate avoided his gaze, staring with great interest at the white pine floorboards.
Clearing his throat, he headed for the kitchen. “I’ll get your breakfast.”
While he set the water to boiling and retrieved a teacup and saucer from the cabinet, she stood gazing out the windows overlooking the front yard. He wondered what she was thinking. Why the forlorn expression? Did she miss the big city already?
At the sight of the heaping portion of eggs, bacon and biscuits, her eyes widened and she pressed a hand against her midsection. “I can’t possibly eat all that.”
Swallowing his irritation, he gripped the top rung of the chair in front of him. “You want me to make something else?” Your Royal Highness?
She looked doubtful. “I normally have a bowl of oatmeal or a slice of toast with marmalade.”
He thought back to the few weeks in March he’d spent with Francesca. “Your sister has quite the appetite.”
Hurt flashed across her face, which she quickly masked. “My sister can eat anything she likes and it doesn’t affect her figure.”
Josh stood mute. What had he said to cause her pain? His heart beat out a warning. He’d known Kate Morgan less than twenty-four hours, and already she was getting under his skin.
“Well, you certainly don’t look as if you need to worry about that,” he said brusquely. “I’ll check if we have oatmeal.”
Her eyes flared with surprise. “Wait. Please don’t go to the trouble.” Lowering herself into the chair, she indicated the plate. “This smells delicious.”
At least she wasn’t sulking. Francesca would have.
He retrieved her tea from the kitchen and set it on the table, along with a crock of honey, then sank into the chair across the table. He watched her eat, thinking he’d never seen such refined manners. She ate carefully, her jaw barely moving as she chewed, dabbing her mouth with her crisp napkin.
“What would you like to do today?”
“I’d like to scout out some possible sites for photographs. Can you suggest any particularly interesting spots?”
“First I need to know what you’re interested in photographing. What kind of book is this going to be?”
“A sort of travel guide. I’d like pictures of the mountains, of course.” Her eyes sparkled as she warmed to her topic. “Churches make interesting photos. Barns. Wagons. Everyday scenes of life on a farm. Would you show me your farm?”
“Sure.”
“I also like to take portraits of people. I noticed the one of your family on the fireplace mantel. Perhaps I can take another one and give your mother a print.”
“She’d like that, I’m sure. That was taken many years ago.” He sipped the stout, black brew. “As to possible sites, I’ll have to give it some thought.”
“Thank you.”
“How long will it take you to gather all the photographs you need?” In other words, how long before you leave?
“I’m not certain. But I’m not in any hurry to go back. My parents are touring Europe for the next two months. Francesca is on her honeymoon—” She broke off, her gaze shooting to his. Flustered, she rushed ahead. “Anyway, I didn’t like the idea of rattling around the estate with only staff for company.”
“I’m curious why you didn’t go with your parents. Surely Europe is a more interesting subject than our mountains.”
“Simple. They didn’t ask. My parents prefer to take their vacations alone.”
“I see.” Taken aback by her candid response, he said, “Well, I imagine you’ll soon be bored here.”
“If that happens, then I will know it’s time to go home.”
“Don’t you have fancy parties to attend? Shopping to do? I’m sure you noticed our one and only general store.”
Her eyes dulled. “If my presence here is inconvenient, I will leave immediately.”
Now he felt like a heel. He’d been insensitive. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you feel unwelcome.”
Lashes lowered, she sipped her tea. Her fingers were elegant, nails trim and shiny, skin like satin. One gold filigree ring adorned the fourth finger of her right hand. They were the hands of a privileged lady, unblemished by hard work.
How would he handle the strain of seeing Francesca’s sister every day? Reminding him of all he’d lost. And the gossip her presence would stir up …
Undoubtedly, he was going to be the subject of a lot of talk. That’s simply the way things worked in small towns. Wasn’t every day a man’s fiancée up and married someone else.
“Are you ready for that tour?” He pushed back his chair.
She hesitated. “If you have something you’d rather do, I can entertain myself. I brought quite a collection of books with me, as well as my harp. I’ll be fine on my own.”
“You brought your harp?” Who traveled with musical instruments? He’d never understand the whims of the wealthy.
“It’s a Celtic harp, small enough to hold on my lap. I’ve played for many years. The music soothes me.”
“I know what you mean,” he said, surprised they had something in common. “About the soothing part. I play the fiddle.”
“Oh?” Interest stirred in her expression. “I would like to hear you play sometime. Fran didn’t mention that you played an instrument.”
“That’s because I didn’t tell her.”
One pitfall of relationships conducted at a distance was that important details were often overlooked or left out entirely. In Francesca’s case, details like another suitor. Thoughts of her with another man churned up unpleasant emotions. The betrayal affected him deeply. If and when he ever decided to court another lady, he’d be certain to keep things simple.
And the lady sitting across from him was anything but.
Chapter Four
Strolling about the O’Malley farm, Kate’s gaze was drawn repeatedly to her handsome guide. Sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, showering patches of light on the navy cotton shirt stretched taut across his back and shoulders. Josh’s rich drawl made each word sound like a caress. Listening to him explain the names and uses of each structure lulled her into a state of contentment.
He’d spoken hesitantly at first, his expression guarded, as if he expected her to be bored. Her many questions had brought about a change in his tone and manner, however. He was clearly proud of his family’s farm. And from what she’d seen, he had reason to be.
She surveyed her surroundings with a practiced eye. People back home would enjoy seeing these rural images. The wealthy would use them as a guide to plan sojourns to the mountains. Those who couldn’t afford to visit would at least be able to glimpse the beauty of East Tennessee. She could hardly wait to get started!
Kate found the workings of a farm fascinating. Here people had to be self-sufficient, working with the land and its offerings to provide for their needs.
She would never tell him Francesca would’ve been less than thrilled with her new home. No doubt, she would’ve taken one look and hightailed it back to the city.
Pushing away from the corn crib, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “All that’s left to show you is the apple house.”
“Apple house?” Five rows deep, the orchard fanned out in both directions behind him. There wasn’t a building in sight.
“It’s where we store the apples we don’t immediately use.” He extended his arm. “The ground is uneven in places. I wouldn’t want you to stumble and fall.”
She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, his muscled forearm bunching beneath her fingers. They strolled at an even pace to the orchard. A gentle breeze stirred the trees, carrying with it the fragrant, tangy scent of the fruit hanging from the branches.
“I don’t see a house.”
He pointed to the steep hillside beyond the trees. “Look there. See the door?”
Squinting, she could just make out a low roofline and a child-size door. “It looks like a child’s playhouse.”
He laughed. “Come, I’ll show you.”
As they drew closer, she saw that it had been built into the hillside and only the front facade of stone and timber was visible. When she questioned him, he said it was to maintain the temperature inside at an even level and thus keep the apples from spoiling. Again, she was impressed by the family’s ingenuity.
Using his shoulder, he edged open the door. With a flourish of his hand, he said, “Ladies first.”
She bit her lip. From where she was standing, the interior looked awfully dark and cavelike. But he was waiting patiently, assessing her with those intense blue eyes.
She didn’t have to stay inside, she reasoned. What could a quick peek hurt?
Drawing a deep breath, Kate stepped through the doorway, bowing her head to avoid the low crossbeam. Cool, musky air filled her nostrils. Stacks of empty baskets filled the long, narrow space.
It wasn’t so bad.
Then Josh came in behind her, his body blocking out the light.
Her heart tripped inside her chest. Nausea threatened, and she felt strangely light-headed.
Memories from the past swept over her, and spinning on her heel, she collided with his solid chest. “Please, I need to get out.”
His hands came up to steady her. “What’s wrong?”
Without answering, she ducked beneath his arm and shot out the door. Once again in the open field, she sucked in a lungful of air. Please don’t pass out. Pressing a palm against her clammy forehead, she willed herself to remain calm.
“Hey.” He came abreast of her, his hand cupping her upper arm. “You’re as white as a sheet. Let’s go over here and sit for a spell.”
Kate leaned on his strength as he guided her to a fallen log beneath a nearby apple tree. He helped her settle, then sat close beside her. She couldn’t dwell on his nearness, only her acute embarrassment.
What must he think of her?
“I—I’m all right now.”
“What happened back there?” he prompted, his voice thick with concern. “Did I do something to make you uneasy?”
“No, it wasn’t you.” Eyes downcast, she plucked at the ruffles on her sleeve. “I don’t like small, confined spaces. I tend to panic, as you’ve just witnessed.” Her heart rate was slowing to normal, the nausea fading.
“I wouldn’t have insisted on your going inside had I known. I’m sorry.”
She shifted her gaze to his hands, resting on his knees. Tanned and smooth, they were strong, capable hands.
“It wasn’t your fault. I knew better.”
“Have you always felt this way?”
No, not always. “For a long time, yes.” Please just leave it at that.
He was quiet. Then, reaching up to the limb suspended above their heads, he plucked two apples and offered her one. “Feel like eating something? The natural sugar might put some color back into your cheeks.”
She met his assessing gaze and got lost in the blue depths. The quirk of his lips in a friendly smile broke the spell.
Accepting the fruit, she balanced it in the palms of her hands, wondering how she’d be able to eat it without making a mess of herself and her outfit. Come to think of it, she hadn’t eaten an uncut apple since she was a little girl. It was one of those simple acts classified as unladylike. A young lady of her social standing should never appear less than picture-perfect.
Beside her, Josh was already enjoying his.
A tiny seed of rebellion sprouted in her mind. She wasn’t in New York. This wasn’t the estate. She was on a farm in the Tennessee mountains. Surely the rules of what her mother considered proper conduct could be bent a little.
Sinking her teeth into the firm flesh, Kate relished the sweet-tart explosion on her tongue. Maybe it was the combination of warm sunshine and fresh air or Josh’s presence beside her, but she was certain this was the most delicious apple she’d ever tasted.
When the core was all that was left, she glanced over to find him grinning at her.
“What?”
“You, ah, have juice dribbling down your chin.”
“I do?”
He caught her wrist. “Wait. Use my handkerchief.”
Pulling a clean white square of cloth from his pants pocket, he reached over and wiped her chin. His other hand still held her wrist, the pads of his fingers pressed against her skin so that surely he could detect the spike in her pulse.
He lowered his hand. “There,” he murmured with a distracted air, “good as new.”
“Thanks,” she managed in a weak voice.
Then, as if just noticing he still held her, he dropped her wrist like a hot coal.
