A Texas Ranger's Christmas by Rebecca Winters

Author:Rebecca Winters [Winters, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Caige followed Blaire '€™s instructions to the Great Hills area of northwest Austin where she lived. A charming little brook with stands of hardwoods surrounded the cluster of Tudor-style town houses. Once he '€™d parked his car in one of the adjacent guest stalls, he reached for the manila envelope on the seat and headed for her condo, the third one on the left down the walkway.

He found the front door ajar and he could see a set of stairs going up from the small entrance hall. To the left was the living room. As he moved inside and shut the door, the first thing he noted with satisfaction was the poinsettia he '€™d given her. She '€™d put it on the light honey-stained wood-and-glass coffee table.

Flanking that were two comfortable-looking leather chairs in a caramel color. Matching stained end tables with glass inserts had been placed on either side of the couch upholstered in an off-white crewel-embroidered fabric. The fat brass-and-glass lamps made a stunning accompaniment. On the opposite side of the room sat her baby grand piano in a pecan-wood finish.

He didn '€™t see any pictures of her husband. While he was admiring the large framed Renoir print of two girls at a piano on the wall, Blaire came down the stairs with a packing carton. She put it on the floor too fast for him to help her.

'€œYou '€™ve created a beautiful home, Blaire. '€ She was a woman of many surprising talents.

'€œThank you. I '€™m sure you '€™d like to freshen up. The bathroom is around the corner, first door on the left. '€

He nodded. '€œOn the way here, I phoned for pizza and salad. '€

'€œYou didn '€™t need to do that. '€

'€œI wanted to. I '€™ll be right back. '€

The thing he '€™d feared had happened. Now that she knew the truth, she was already putting emotional barriers between them. When he rejoined her, she '€™d set the contents of the box on the chairs and couch to make it easier for him.

By the time the pizza arrived, he '€™d gone through the albums and loose photographs. He '€™d asked her to identify certain people, but nothing helped him. The pictures of her and Nate revealed what looked to be a blissfully happy couple. She '€™d worn her hair longer then. Though she '€™d been an exceptionally good-looking woman, he thought she was even more attractive now.

Her husband reminded him of the kind of preppy, well-groomed, well-dressed male who radiated success. In the photographs, he sported a nice tan. Farley would have carried off the golf-pro image without problem.

Blaire called to him from the kitchen '€”their pizza was waiting. He went back down the hall to the combined kitchen and dining room. She '€™d set the white dining-room table for them and had made coffee.

Before he sat down, he wandered around, taking in her herb garden and the two potted flowering lemon trees. Under the tube lights beneath the cupboard she '€™d placed a dozen pots of various violets.

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