Her Small-Town Cowboy (2 page)

“No.” The light in her eyes dimmed, but she quickly recovered and gave him what was obviously a determined smile. “I’m alone.”

Her resigned tone made him want to do something about that, and he cautioned himself not to follow that crazy impulse.
Romantic nonsense,
he reasoned, brought on by the tenth wedding he’d worked in the past month. Even a pragmatist like him could take only so much sentiment before he was tempted to ignore his better judgment and join in the insanity.

In the interest of keeping things between them as light as possible, he gave her a quick grin. “Not anymore. The Marbury Estate is one of the oldest in Kentucky whose original main house and grounds are still intact. What would you like to see first?”

“Everything.”

“You heard her, girls.” He clucked to the gleaming mares. “Let’s get a move on.”

As they started off in an easy trot, Lily said, “When they move, it’s like brown silk floating over the ground. They’re so beautiful.”

A woman after his own heart,
he realized with a mental sigh. This little tour was either the best idea he’d ever had, or the worst. Then again, afterward they’d part ways and never see each other again, so he figured there was no harm in being nice.

“So,” he began in his best conversational tone, “where are you from?”

For some reason, she held back for a moment, then seemed to decide it was all right to share her hometown with him. “Louisville.”

After that, she looked around the manicured park, at the horses, the stately oaks arching overhead, anywhere but at him. He couldn’t imagine what all the avoidance was about, but he reminded himself that women were complex creatures no man in his right mind would even pretend to understand. The runaway bridesmaid had a right to her secrets, especially since her personal history was absolutely none of his business.

Looping onto a path that wound through the rose garden, he switched to a lighter topic. “What do you do?”

Immediately, her mood brightened, and the smile that lit her face nearly knocked him sideways. “Actually, I just got my first teaching job. I’ll be filling in for a kindergarten teacher for the rest of the school year while she’s out on maternity leave.”

“Hope it goes well for you.”

“So do I,” Lily agreed in a tentative voice. “It’s my first assignment since getting my degree, and I have to admit I’m a little nervous about taking over a class this way. Young kids get really attached to their teachers, and I’m hoping they’ll give me a chance.”

Mike couldn’t picture anyone not taking to Lily right out of the gate, but he opted not to mention that. “You’re bigger than them. How tough can they be?”

“You have no idea.”

He wasn’t quite sure what to say, and he searched his limited social repertoire for some encouraging words. When he recalled how Mom used to handle the passel of kids always roaming around the farm, he offered, “If things get too bad, you can always bribe ’em with cookies. Works with me, too.”

What had possessed him to add that last comment? This pretty teacher couldn’t care less about whether he enjoyed snacks or not. Fortunately, either she didn’t notice his misstep, or she was incredibly forgiving.

“Cookies,” she echoed with a little grin. “I’ll keep that in mind. Do you have any other suggestions for me?”

He answered with the kind of laugh that was pretty rare for him these days. “Not hardly.”

“But you know children like cookies. That’s a start.”

“Everyone does,” he said, giving her a sidelong glance as he guided the team around a sweeping curve in the path.

She rewarded his uncharacteristic helpfulness with the most incredible smile he’d ever seen in his life. As he felt himself returning the friendly gesture, inwardly Mike groaned.

It was a good thing she lived in Louisville. His gut was usually bang on about people, and it was telling him that Lily St. George had the potential to cause him no end of trouble.

* * *

Calling Mike Kinley an interesting man would be the understatement of the year.

To Lily’s great relief, he hadn’t reacted to her name the way most people did when she first met them. That was just the way she wanted it, since she despised having to be pleasant to people who were clearly more interested in her wealthy, connected family than in her. She couldn’t recall how many times supposed friends had asked her for an introduction at one of the many companies her family owned, only to ditch her once they had what they wanted. Finally, in college she’d had the opportunity to start over with a fresh batch of friends who had no clue about her privileged background. She’d confided the truth to a select few, but only after she was confident they’d bonded with her and not her family’s money.

Mike took her on a leisurely tour of the estate’s breathtaking grounds, and she gradually relaxed as they chatted off and on about nothing in particular. While he concentrated on the horses, she took advantage of the opportunity to study him more closely. Being female, she couldn’t help admiring what she saw.

Any man would look dapper in the crisp white shirt and gray morning suit, but there was more to his appearance than that. Sun-streaked brown hair brushed his starched collar, telling her he spent a lot of time outdoors. His white gloves rested on the seat between them, and she saw that his large hands were calloused from plenty of hard work. The easy, confident way he held the reins spoke of a lifetime spent around horses.

And then there were his eyes. A unique mix of blue and gray, they focused on her more directly than most people’s did, as if he was listening intently to her. She didn’t think she was being particularly entertaining, which made his attention even more flattering. Unlike most men she knew who went out of their way to compliment her appearance, this outdoorsy carriage driver actually seemed interested in what she had to say. It was a refreshing change.

As if that wasn’t enough, he seemed to know everything about the antebellum estate, patiently answering her questions and pointing out various historical spots spread throughout the sprawling grounds. The house itself had been around since the early 1800s, surviving the ravages of the Civil War by serving as a headquarters for both Union and Confederate commanders. The well-tended gardens were breathtaking, filled with brilliant colors and bracketed by what looked to be miles of immaculately trimmed boxwood.

It was the ideal spot for a wedding, and she could understand why Natalie had chosen it. The husband she’d chosen to share that day with was another matter altogether, but Lily reminded herself it wasn’t her place to question the decisions her younger sister made. Now that the wedding was over, Lily’s only job was to support the new couple.

Unfortunately, her less-than-stellar experience with Chad made her fear that the freshly minted Mrs. Wellington was going to need all the love and understanding she could get.

“This is such a pretty spot,” Lily commented while they drove beneath a grove of oaks draped in Spanish moss. Nearby stood the mansion with its wide front steps, where her sister’s photographer had snapped dozens of pictures for the wedding album. “I wonder how many people have been married here over the years.”

“A few.”

His tone struck her as being overly polite, and she laughed. “Sorry about that. You must have heard that about a million times.”

“A few,” he repeated with a wry grin. Pulling gently on the reins, he stopped the horses near a small creek that wound its way through the picturesque clearing in the trees. “If you don’t mind stopping here for a few minutes, the girls could use a drink.”

“I don’t mind a bit. Would it be all right if I pet them while they’re drinking?”

He climbed down and gave her a dubious once-over. “You want to handle horses dressed like that?”

“Trust me—your horses are a lot cleaner than the best man’s toast was.”

Mike laughed, then held up a hand for her to take. The old-fashioned gesture seemed ideally suited to this fairy-tale setting, and she felt like a princess when she landed on the ground beside him. Her heels sank into the soft soil, and rather than ruin the dyed satin shoes, she stepped out of them onto the velvety grass.

Squishing her toes into it, she sighed. “That’s the best my feet have felt all day.”

“Interesting look,” he teased with a grin. “And here I am without my camera.”

Before she knew what she was doing, she’d stuck her tongue out at him. It was so unlike her, she felt her face reddening with embarrassment. “Mike, I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”

“No need to apologize. I thought it was funny.”

He gave her a long, pensive look before turning away to unhitch the horses. While she watched him, Lily tried desperately to regain her usual equilibrium. Raised to anticipate any social situation that might crop up, she wasn’t prone to being surprised out of her well-schooled habits. Somehow, this man, with his windblown good looks and down-to-earth nature, had thoroughly rattled her without even seeming to try.

She wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but fortunately she wouldn’t have to worry about running into him in the future. They were from completely different worlds, and their paths weren’t likely to ever cross again. That knowledge should have made her feel better about her bizarre response to him.

In all honesty, it only made her wonder what she’d be missing.

When one of the horses splashed some water out of the creek and onto Mike’s polished black boots, he chuckled. “Guess they’re done. Ready to go back?”

“Not really.” Gazing toward the grand reception hall, she sighed, then looked back at him and forced a smile. “But I probably should. I’ve taken up enough of your time already.”

“Wasn’t going anywhere in particular,” he assured her in an easygoing drawl. “Like I said, the girls needed a lap around, anyway. I appreciated having some company.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“I never say anything just to be nice,” he informed her curtly. But there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and she laughed as he gave a little bow and helped her back into her seat. She couldn’t tell if the gruff demeanor was his true personality, or if the brief glimpses of humor she’d gotten were more him. Instinct told her he was a blend of the two, which made him the most intriguing person she’d met in a long time.

Their trip back was much quicker than the one out. Before she knew it, she was standing outside the hall, listening while the DJ talked her sister’s guests through the steps of the latest line dance.

Turning to Mike, she managed to put aside her misgivings and smile. “Thanks for rescuing me for a little while.”

“No problem.” Tilting his head, he gave her a worried look. “You gonna be okay?”

“Sure. This thing can’t last forever, and I’ve been through worse days.”

That got her a suspicious look. “Yeah? When?”

There was the day she informed her family she wanted to drop her art classes and become a teacher. They simply didn’t understand why anyone would choose a career she didn’t technically need. But she’d stood her ground, and in the end her independence had won out. So far, anyway. That wasn’t the kind of thing she’d share with a stranger, of course, so she kept it to herself.

“None recently that I can recall,” she confessed, “but I’m sure there’s been at least one.”

“So you’re an optimist.”

There was a distinct growl to his tone, and she frowned. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“Works for some folks, I guess.” His dismissive shrug made it clear what he thought of them, though.

“But not for you?”

“Not hardly.”

She nearly asked him to explain, but his tightened jaw warned her that would be a very bad idea. Determined to make the best of a suddenly awkward situation, she said, “It was great meeting you, Mike. Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. I hope everything works out for your sister.”

“Me, too.”

She stepped away as he climbed into the carriage and clucked to the bays before heading toward the gazebo. From this angle, she noticed the subtle gold lettering that arched along the back of the carriage: Gallimore Stables. The poetic name seemed very much at odds with his temperament, and she wondered who’d chosen it. Watching until they disappeared around a bend in the road, she mulled over their unusual meeting. Mike was by far the most puzzling man she’d ever met, by turns thoughtful and brusque. Still, no one could miss the fondness he felt for Penny and Ginger, and that made her suspect there was more going on with him than met the eye. A lot more.

It was just as well they were going their separate ways, she decided as she squared her shoulders and turned to go inside. She’d shouldered other people’s burdens before, and it had never ended well for her. Building a life for herself would take everything she could give it, and she had no intention of ever taking on someone else’s baggage again.

For the time being, she had more than enough to worry about—like making it through the rest of this difficult day with a smile on her face.

Chapter Two

M
onday morning, Lily got to work an hour earlier than was strictly necessary. She had the teacher’s lesson plans for the remainder of the year tucked in her briefcase, but she didn’t really need them. Eager to do a bang-up job in her first solo assignment, she’d memorized the material to be sure she understood everything.

Anything worth doing is worth doing to the hilt.

Her grandfather’s voice echoed in her mind, and she paused a moment to smile at the memory. The advice had come with a generous check and a proud smile, as he told her to use the money for her exciting new life. Aside from him, her family and friends couldn’t comprehend why teaching was so important to her, but she was determined to do something that would make a difference in the world. She couldn’t imagine anything better than giving children a solid foundation to build the rest of their lives on.

Still smiling, she stowed her gear inside the modest wooden desk and took a moment to survey the bright, cheery kindergarten room. Small chairs were neatly clustered around four round tables, and she counted twenty seats. Which meant she had twenty students coming in soon for—she checked her color-coded schedule—show-and-tell.