Swept Away. Karen TempletonЧитать онлайн книгу.
She looked back at her father, noting with a start how much older he suddenly seemed. In the sunlight, the lines around his mouth and eyes were more noticeable, as was the gray in his hair. No matter that for their sake, Daddy had kept his grief over Mama’s passing mostly to himself, Libby still knew how hard it had been on him, dealing with the farm and everything all by himself. How hard it must have been to smile and laugh for Libby and her brothers when there were times when he couldn’t have felt much like it. So she felt bad, she really did, about all this weirdness churning inside her, making her feel like somebody else. And if she knew how to make it go away, she would.
But she didn’t.
“It just…irritated me, is all, to come home and find out some stranger was stayin’ in my room with me. Without my even having a say in it.”
“I know. And I understand. But it was just one of those unforeseen things, you know? And, hey, Carly’ll be somebody for you to talk to. You know, another woman.”
Libby’s eyes widened a little that Dad had implied that she was a woman, too, but that didn’t change the situation. “I have other ‘women’ to talk to. Like Blair. And April. Who I’d planned on having spend the night on Friday. Now I suppose I can’t.”
Dad leaned one hand on top of the pen, his other hand fitted halfway into his jeans’ pocket. “And I would’ve thought if you hadn’t learned anything else by now, it was how to roll with the punches. Be flexible. I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Libby nodded, because it was true, what Dad was saying, and she knew she was just being hardheaded, but it wasn’t her, it was this itchy feeling inside her making her feel like this, act like this.
“You coming back inside?” he asked.
“Not yet. Thought maybe I’d check to see what needs to be picked from the garden. The tomatoes are still growing like gangbusters.”
“I’m seeing a lot of spaghetti sauce in my future.”
That pulled a smile from Libby. Mostly they had an arrangement with some of the ladies in town to do their canning and freezing for them in exchange for eggs and meat and some of what they’d put by. But spaghetti sauce, from one of Mama’s recipes, was Libby’s specialty.
“Yeah. I guess so.”
Daddy gave her one of those long, assessing looks that made her nervous, gave her a wink, then walked away. Libby watched him, then crossed to the garden shed for a bushel basket, hoping like hell her nerves would settle down some once she set foot inside the garden.
But she wasn’t counting on it.
Carly was waiting for Sam out by the back door, her arms crossed over some lacey little sweater that seemed kinda pointless, if you asked him. Funny the way she managed, even when she was completely covered, to still allude to what was underneath. Not that there was much underneath to allude to, but Sam had long since realized that sexiness had little, if anything, to do with a person’s body. From inside the house he heard the comforting roar of his sons, working out the kinks from being stuck inside a classroom for six hours.
“You left your dad alone with them?” he asked, and a slight smile touched her lips.
“Are you kidding? You’re talking about a man who coached Little League, soccer, football. He can’t get enough of kids. Especially boys.”
“And let me guess.” Sam hooked one foot on the porch’s bottom step. “You’re an only child.”
“Yep. And then I had to go and be a ballerina at that.”
“And he didn’t approve?”
“It was more that he didn’t understand. Who I was, what made me tick…” Under the holey sweater, her shoulders bumped. “That sort of thing.” Her eyes shifted toward the barn, then back to him. “Did you just talk to Libby?”
“Uh-huh.”
Worry—and understanding, Sam thought—crumpled her features. “You know, I don’t have to stay with her, if it really makes her uncomfortable. I’ve got my sleeping bag, I don’t have a problem with crashing in the living room with Dad. Or even the barn, for that matter—”
“Like I’d let a guest sleep in my barn.”
“I’ve slept in a lot worse places.”
Sam thought maybe he heard a touch of regret mixed in there with the defiance, but he hadn’t had enough practice to be sure. “By choice?”
After a moment she said quietly, “Most of the time.”
“Well, it’s my choice where you’re sleeping now,” he said, even as he thought whatever this woman had done in her past, it was none of his business. “And sure as hell it’s not in my barn.”
“But if Libby feels I’m encroaching on her space…”
“You’re not. And Libby will just have to deal with it.”
To his surprise, she laughed. “Because you say so?”
“Because she’s normally the most laid-back kid I’ve ever known. And the friendliest. Why she’s suddenly acting like this, I have no idea.”
Pure pity sparkled in her eyes. “She’s acting like this because she’s fourteen and her hormones have jammed her brain cells and somebody she’s never met is about to violate her private space. Right now, she’s probably out there wondering if her dad’s totally lost his marbles. I mean, I sure am, so I imagine she must be.”
It took a second. Sam lowered his foot and crossed his arms over his chest. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not many people would offer their home to two complete strangers. For all you know, we could be on the lam from the law. Or out to steal you blind.”
“You’re not serious.”
His certainty—that Carly and her father were neither—seemed to catch her off guard, her expression making Sam speculate on how long it had been since she’d felt able to really trust another human being. He supposed she figured that made her tough. Emotionally impenetrable. Sam—despite more than a nodding acquaintance with emotional defenses—didn’t see it that way. An inability to trust might make you safe—in some ways—but as far as Sam could tell, it didn’t make you strong.
So he smiled and said, “Well, seems to me that deliberately breaking your axle so you’d get stuck in one place for a week isn’t the kind of thing someone on the run would do. And as you’ve probably noticed by now, there’s not a whole lot to steal, so no worries there. Although if you decided to take an extra cat or dog when you leave, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.” That got a little laugh, enough to make Sam feel it was okay to add, “So why don’t you relax and not worry about anything more pressing than if the hot water heater can handle an extra two showers every day?”
“Deal,” she said, but something in those damn eyes of hers told him she was lying through her teeth.
“Don’t let me disturb you,” Carly said to Libby as she quickly crossed the dark blue carpet to get to her duffel bag, lying expectantly on the floor by the extra twin bed. The girl sat at her computer, her dark hair shimmering down a back which stiffened at Carly’s entrance. “I’m just getting a few things so I can change in the bathroom, so I won’t bother you when I come to bed.”
“Fine, whatever.” Libby resumed typing. In a chat room, Carly noticed when she glanced over. She hauled the bag up onto the bed, unzipping it to get to a sleep tee and her toothbrush, Libby’s annoyance humming between them like a pissed off bumblebee.
“Dinner was great, by the way,” she said, moving to the door, the shirt and brush clutched in her hand.
Libby’s hair shuddered from her shrug. “Just chicken and