A Kiss in the Morning Mist by Marie Patrick

Author:Marie Patrick [Patrick, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adams Media
Published: 2017-04-02T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Old friend, my foot!

Eamon spread fresh straw in each of the stalls in the stable, his agitation growing with every passing moment. Once again, he worked alone, which was fine, except he just couldn’t stop thinking about Hart Jameson or how he behaved with Theo.

He doesn’t act like an old friend. Always touching her. Looking at her like he’s a starving man and she’s his last meal.

He took a deep breath and moved toward the window at the end of the stall, which afforded him the perfect view of the small sitting area Theo had arranged beneath the trees in the middle of the grassy path. Even from this distance, the sappy expression on Hart’s face made Eamon want to punch him.

Hart wasn’t the only one, though. Simon Taylor, Pete Marlowe, and Oren Hallowell, the other three men sitting at the table occasionally watching Pumpkin in the paddock with one of their mares, wore the same silly, stupid look on their faces—like they could die happy men if she would just smile at them. The only one who didn’t grin at Theo and try to win her favor was Sylvia Veith, the lone woman in the group. She had eyes for Mr. Hallowell, and she made no secret of it.

Taylor and Marlowe arrived the day after Hart, bringing with them their horses as well as their hopes that those mares would successfully breed and produce a racing winner. Oren Hallowell and Sylvia Veith had arrived the following day, but only Hallowell stayed at the house and took possession of the last suite on the third floor. Sylvia had relatives in Pearce and stayed with them, but her mare, Delightful Encounter, was here.

Eamon didn’t mind the extra work. His labors made him tired enough to sleep, sometimes dreamlessly. What he did mind was those men looking at Theo. None of them as blatant as Hart though. The man may have been joking when he asked Theo to marry him, and she may have thought he wasn’t serious with his proposal, but Hart really was in love with her. Just like AJ Pearce. It was evident on their faces, at least from what he could see.

He forced himself to move away from the window and took several deep breaths to clear his thoughts, but it was impossible. Theo’s laughter rippled into the stable, carried by the breeze, and drew him to the portal once more . . . just in time to see Hart tuck that errant curl of whiskey-colored hair behind Theo’s ear.

Eamon tightened his grip on the pitchfork’s handle. The urge to punch the man doubled and, with it, the certainty he was jealous.

Yes, that was it. Hart Jameson could take Theo’s hand or caress the soft skin of her cheek with his thumb, touching her with ease when he couldn’t do the same . . . though he wanted to. Every moment of every day.

Not only did jealousy tie him in knots, but fear did, too . . .

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