Purebred by Patricia Rosemoor

Author:Patricia Rosemoor
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-06-21T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Here I thought one or more of my client’s broodmares would be in season today,” Cat said, “and not only were they not in season, but Helen is certain Fairy Tail didn’t conceive, so we’ll have to try again.”

“’Tis a shame,” Aidan said, “but you need to believe that tomorrow will be better.”

“I hope so. Things couldn’t get worse. I spent most of the day making arrangements for George’s burial. And I had to call my parents and brother and tell them. Mom broke into tears and immediately wanted to come up here for the service. I told her I was going to arrange a small gathering at the gravesite and thought she and Dad should wait until later, when they have plans to visit. We can do something to honor George then. That way, she’d have time to prepare what she wanted to do or say in his memory.”

“Did she agree?”

“With Dad’s influence.” Cat swallowed hard. “The police have already released George to the funeral director. I’ll bury him two days after tomorrow. I’ll put the word out for anyone who wants to come, but probably no one will even be there other than farm staff.”

Aidan couldn’t stand to see Cat so despondent. Perhaps he should be driving. Tension oozed from her. He recognized the connection that happened so seldom between him and another human being.

They were on their way to Fernando’s Hideaway as they’d agreed the night before. There, they would not only see if anyone knew George but would get a bite to eat, as well. Looking forward to spending the evening in Cat’s company, Aidan hoped to improve her mood.

He would give anything to see a real smile kiss her lips.

He would give anything to kiss them himself.

Shaking the temptation from his mind, he said, “Everything at the track is working out fine, at least. Nadim seems to be the perfect exercise rider. He arranged for a hotwalker, and later he sent over a groom. Good lad. Mac likes Nadim.”

“And the hotwalker?”

“No problems there.”

“There’s something. I hear it in your voice.”

Interesting that he couldn’t fool her any more than she could fool him. “’Tis just that I thought I somehow should know the man. Tim Browne.”

“Sorry, I don’t recognize the name. Why did you think you should know him?”

“He looked familiar. He’s another Irishman, and he’s only been here a few weeks.”

“So you’re what? Suspicious of him?”

He echoed her sentiment. “There is something.”

“So if you don’t like him, hire someone else.”

“I have no reason to dislike him, not on a feeling, not when Mac seems to really respond to him. He acts like he knows Browne, too. I simply don’t believe in coincidence, so I called my brother and asked him about it. Cashel is familiar with the name but couldn’t place him, either. He said that he would ask around. I’m probably worrying for naught.”

“We have enough to worry about,” Cat said as they pulled into town.

Not having seen Woodstock before, Aidan looked around with interest.

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