His Wedding-Night Heir (Wedlocked!) by Sara Craven

Author:Sara Craven [Craven, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Married Couple, Mother-To-Be, Sensual Story Theme, Hearts Desire, Lifetime Love, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Small Town & Rural Area, Action & Adventure, Wedlocked!, Multi-Authors, Multicultural & International, Foreign Country, British Aristocrat, Family & Domestic Life, Marriage Reconciliation
Publisher: Harlequin Presents; Original Edition
Published: 2010-03-04T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

IN SPITE of her inner turmoil, Cally was unable to ignore the beauty of her surroundings for long. She had to admit that the grounds were looking at their best, poised on the verge of summer, and the scent of the grass and newly turned earth brought a kind of peace.

But only for a while. As she wandered restlessly across the lawns, the sun warm on her back, she found herself imagining that the past months had rolled away as if they’d never existed, and Nick was walking beside her, his fingers laced with hers, talking softly, his mouth and eyes smiling as sometimes he paused to kiss her. The way she’d once dreamed it might be.

Crazy, she thought, giving herself a mental shake. I’m going completely crazy. Living in never-never land.

As she reached the formal garden she saw that an elderly man was working with a hoe on one of the borders, and he straightened, beaming, as she approached. ‘Good to see you, Miss Caroline. Beg pardon—Lady Tempest, I should say,’ he added hastily.

Cally smiled back. ‘Miss Caroline is just fine, Mr Robins. I can’t get used to anything else. But I didn’t know you were working at Wylstone.’

He looked faintly embarrassed. ‘Six months or more now, your ladyship, and I’ve two lads to train as well. Things move on, you know, and a lot of the people I used to work for, like your grandpa, aren’t here any more, so I’m glad of the security.’ He nodded. ‘He’s a good man to work for, Sir Nicholas.’ He paused. ‘On your way to the stables, I dare say?’

‘Oh—er—yes,’ said Cally, her mind on other things. A good man to work for… Was that a way of surviving the months to come? she wondered wryly. To regard herself somehow as just another employee of a generous boss?

Maybe it was—if she could only keep her wayward and futile dreams safely under control, she thought, suppressing an unhappy sigh.

She said goodbye, and found herself turning towards the stables. She’d not planned a visit there, but it was either that or return to the house. And she wasn’t ready for that. Or not yet.

There was no one about in the yard, and she followed the worn track down to the paddock, shading her eyes against the sun, which was sinking towards the treetops now.

There were three horses turned out in the field. Two were grazing quietly together, and the third stood alone in the far corner, head down, tail swishing wearily against marauding flies.

Cally, resting her arms on the fence rail, stared across at the solitary horse. There was something about him, she thought with bewilderment—his stance, maybe, or his colour—that was strangely familiar.

As if aware of her scrutiny, he lifted his head and began to move towards her across the paddock, his speed increasing as he approached, whickering softly. And, she’d swear, joyfully.

Which was when she knew for certain. And the world blurred.

‘Baz,’ she whispered chokingly. ‘Baz, my beauty—my wonderful old boy.

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