Cowboys 08 - Luke (31 page)

The look Mrs. Brightman gave her caused heat to flood Valeria's face.

"It just sounded strange to hear you call him a boy."

"I guess it comes from being married for so long. You just tend to think of unmarried men as boys."

Valeria felt certain she could be married a hundred years without thinking of Luke as a boy.

"I guess it's the way they act," Mrs. Brightman said. "Married men settle fast. They treat women nice but not real special. The unmarried kind, if they're decent in the first place, put most women on a kind of pedestal. They treat you like you're one of them painted dolls made out of porcelain. It's foolish, of course. We're just as tough as they are, but it's kinda nice all the same."

"Luke isn't like that, at least not with me. He hated me from the moment we met."

Mrs. Brightman inspected her work. "That's not the way I see it," she said as she patted the wound dry with a second soft cloth. "I got the feeling he was sweet on you."

"You mean you think he likes me?"

"Yes." It was a long, drawn-out syllable accompanied by a searching glance.

"Well, you're quite wrong. He's made it very plain he dislikes me and everything I represent."

"I can't imagine you representing anything terrible enough to cause Luke Attmore to turn up his nose. It's never been turned up at much as far as I can tell."

Valeria wanted to explore that statement further, but the sound of the front door opening indicated the doctor had arrived.

"Don't let the doctor's looks put you off," Mrs. Brightman said as she rose, set her pan of water on a table against the wall, and walked to the door to wait for the doctor. "He came out here to get over tuberculosis."

The doctor entered almost immediately, followed by Luke.

All the doctors Valeria knew had been portly, florid, jovial gentleman obviously well-supplied with the necessities of life. This man looked as though he'd been diagnosed as incurable and left for dead. He was so thin his clothes hung on him in folds. His face and hands appeared to be nothing but skin and bones, the flesh having wasted away. Only his eyes, rich brown orbs that scanned her face with abundant nervous energy, showed signs of the inner life that activated this skeleton.

"Looks to me like Luke's gotten mighty careless," the doctor said as he came toward Valeria. "Can't remember that he ever brought a female to me before." He looked at her wound. "Mighty careless indeed. What kind of man would let a pretty woman like you get shot? I'm Reed Felkner. I'll have you fixed up in a trice. Let me know if I hurt you."

Finally a man who didn't look upon pain as a sign of weakness.

"This doesn't look too bad," he said. "Was the man a bad shot, or did Luke manage to bring up the cavalry just in time?"

Valeria was having a difficult time understanding what he meant. Nobody talked like this in Belgravia. "He shot the man who was trying to kill me," she said, hoping she'd interpreted his words correctly.

"Good. We won't tell anybody about this close scrape. Wouldn't want to ruin his reputation."

Valeria couldn't understand everybody's obsession with Luke's reputation. It seemed nothing else mattered. "No, of course not," she said.

The doctor dusted her wound with a white powder. "You're healing well," he said. "All you need is some rest. Leave that to Mrs. Brightman. She'll take very good care of you."

"We have to leave tomorrow," Luke said.

"It would be better for her to rest a day or two," the doctor said, "but there's no reason she can't travel if you take care to keep the wound clean."

"I'll give you a reason she can't travel," Mrs. Bright man said, a look of determination on her kindly face.

"Her backside looks like you scraped the skin right off." "You a horsewoman?" the doctor asked Valeria. "Yes," she replied.

"But you haven't been riding much lately?" "Not for several months."

He turned to Luke.

"I'm being paid to protect her," Luke said, "not to worry about her bottom."

"I know you don't remember much about being a human being, Luke Attmore, but you do remember a person's bottom is attached to the rest of them, don't you?" Mrs. Brightman said.

"I remember."

"Well, it don't look like it." She threw back the sheet. "See for yourself, Reed."

"Turn over, young woman," Dr. Felkner said, as though it was of no consequence that he intended to inspect Valeria's bare bottom in the presence of two other people.

"You're going to have to turn over," the doctor said when Valeria didn't move. "I can't guess at the condition of your bottom."

Valeria decided no one in America had any sensitivity. No doctor in Belgravia would have made such a request without profuse apologies and forcing everyone else to leave the room. Her gaze settled on Luke.

"I'm not leaving," he said, understanding immediately what she meant. "I can't decide what to do unless I know what I'm up against."

"You could leave me here and tell Rudolf where to find me," she said.

"I promised to take you to that ranch, and-"

"You never break a promise," Valeria finished for him. "It's clear my humiliation means less to you than your promise."

"Would it humiliate you to have me see your bottom?" "Yes, you dense man. It would humiliate any woman." Luke turned to Mrs. Brightman.

"I wouldn't let you see my bottom even if you were to hold a gun on me," she said.

Luke turned to the doctor.

"Even husbands leave the room at times like this." Luke's expression made it clear he didn't like this advice. "You'll tell me exactly what it looks like?" he asked the doctor.

"Exactly."

Wearing an even deeper scowl, he left the room. Valeria felt the tension flow from her muscles. She hadn't realized she was so edgy.

"I've never seen him so worried about anybody," the doctor said, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Don't tell me you've managed to snag his interest. I can't tell you how many women have tried."

"He's not interested in me," Valeria said, "only in his promise to deliver me safe and sound."

"Luke is fond of his reputation, but-"

"Look at her bottom, Reed," Mrs. Brightman said. "Luke'll be back any minute now. He's not one to wait long."

Valeria turned over and buried her face in the pillow. She accepted the necessity of letting the doctor see her abrasions, but she couldn't look him in the face. The heat flamed in her face when he pulled her petticoats aside.

He whistled sharply. "What did you put in that saddle-cactus? Your bottom looks like a piece of raw meat. You can't possibly ride for at least two days."

Though Valeria greeted with relief the doctor's announcement that she didn't have to climb back into the saddle immediately, she didn't appreciate being compared to raw meat. She remembered what the butchered deer looked like.

"I'll give Mrs. Brightman a stronger salve," the doctor said. "I want you to let her rub it in tonight and again tomorrow morning. I'll come by tomorrow afternoon." He pulled Valeria's petticoats back in place.

"Tell Luke to come in," he said to Mrs. Brightman. "If he cares for this young woman, he'll hire a wagon to take her the rest of the way."

Chapter Nineteen

"I don't know how she stayed in the saddle without screaming," Dr. Felkner said to Luke.

"I told her to let me know when she wanted to stop."

"Just sitting in the saddle must have been pure agony."

Mrs. Brightman had insisted Luke and the doctor stay for coffee. They sat in her small, neat parlor while Valeria rested. Mrs. Brightman had wallpapered the room with white paper covered with pink and red flowers and vivid green foliage. She had made the cotton slip covers on her furniture of similarly bright, cool material to combat the perpetual heat. She had decorated the very feminine room with small pillows, lace-framed pictures, and crocheted doilies. She poured coffee from a creamcolored pot and served it in white porcelain cups adorned with a floral design.

"Valeria never said anything," Luke said.

"She doesn't want you to think badly of her," Mrs. Brightman said. "She thinks you hate her."

Luke didn't understand how Valeria could think that.

He'd gone to more trouble for her than for any female. Ever. "I don't hate her."

"How do you feel about her?" Mrs. Brightman asked. That was one question Luke didn't mean to answer. "This is just another job. I-"

"Don't you dare say a word about your reputation," Mrs. Brightman said. "She thinks that's more important to you than she is."

Why shouldn't it be? If he lost his reputation, he'd be the nonentity his parents thought him. "You can't balance people's lives against a reputation," he said.

The words had hardly left his mouth when he knew that wasn't the way he would have answered a few days ago. It was what Isabelle would have said. What had made her words come out of his mouth? That hadn't happened in years. He started to speak again, to change his statement, but couldn't. He wasn't sure how he felt, and that surprised him just as much.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," Mrs. Brightman said. "Valeria's right sweet on you. Maybe it's time you thought about settling down and getting married."

Luke hated the arch look that came with Alice Brightman's words. Why did every woman think a man couldn't be happy, that his life couldn't be complete, until he married and saddled himself with a passel of kids? But the absolute dumbest thing she could have thought was that he and Valeria could develop such a relationship.

"My job is to take her to the man who's supposed to be her husband" Luke said. "They signed some contract." "Contract?" Mrs. Brightman asked, not understanding. "She's a princess from a tiny European country," Luke said. "They sign contracts instead of falling in love." "Does she want to marry this man?"

"She says she doesn't."

"If she's signed a contract, she won't have any choice."

"I tore it up."

Both Mrs. Brightman and the doctor's looks demanded explanation.

"She's rich," Luke began. "Her money goes to her uncle if she dies before she's married and to Rudolf afterward. I tore up the contracts so she won't be forced to marry Rudolf, but that doesn't protect her from her uncle, who's already tried to kill her. I don't know who coordinated the attacks, and I don't know when they'll strike again. That's why we can't go by wagon and can't use the trails."

"Do you think you can get her safely to the ranch?"

"I can if she's able to ride."

"She'll be able to ride in a couple of days," the doctor said, "but you'll have to take it easy at first."

"You said she doesn't want to marry this Rudolf." Mrs. Brightman said.

Luke had known for some time he didn't want Valeria to marry Rudolf. He kept telling himself he'd torn the contacts up for no reason except her safety, but he'd told Zeke to notify Rudolf about the destroyed contracts as soon as he reached the ranch. He'd reminded him three times. He'd accepted his attraction to Valeria. He'd even stopped pretending it was just physical. But he'd kept himself under control by repeating over and over that Valeria didn't like him.

No one could love him. If his parents couldn't do it, how could anyone else? But as stupid as it was-and he told himself constantly that it was very stupid-he couldn't get the idea out of his head that somehow Valeria could. "My job ends the moment she sets foot on that ranch."

"But you can't leave her there if she doesn't want to marry him."

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Take her somewhere like Phoenix and help her find a job."

"She's a princess. She can't take care of herself."

"Then you'll have to take care of her until she learns."

That was something else he refused to think about. His responsibility ceased as soon as they arrived at her ranch. If she decided not to marry Rudolf, she could work it out herself.

"She's rich. She can hire someone to take care of her."

But he knew he was just trying to avoid what he had to do, what he wanted to do. She had no experience, no knowledge of the world. She wouldn't know where to start to find a job, how to protect herself from chiselers and fortune hunters.

But there was no point in thinking about any of this. She would probably marry Rudolf. She'd spent her whole life doing what she was told. Faced with momentous change, she'd cling to the familiar.