The Bounty Hunter's Bride. Victoria BylinЧитать онлайн книгу.
we going?”
“To see Patrick’s attorney.”
Dani thought of Emma’s guess. The child had a good mind. “It must concern the girls.”
The man glanced over his shoulder. Dani did the same and saw them huddled as far from the seat as they could get.
Looking straight ahead, he lowered his voice. “I haven’t told them yet, but you might as well know. I’m selling the farm and sending them to school.”
“You can’t!” The whisper scraped her throat.
“It’s for the best.”
Dani knotted her hands in her lap. Was it wiser to make a break for the parsonage or insist on seeing Trevor Scott herself? Patrick had never mentioned Mr. Scott. On the other hand, he’d spoken well of Pastor Blue. She was weighing the choice when they stopped in front of an ice-cream parlor. Mr. Morgan hooked his thumb toward the office building across the street. “Scott’s office is on the second floor. I thought you and the girls might enjoy some ice cream while I take care of business.”
Dani saw the answer to her prayer. “I’m sure they would.”
“Can I trust you to watch them, Miss Baxter?”
“Of course.” She’d told the truth. She wouldn’t let the girls out of her sight until they reached the church.
He reached into his pocket, extracted a few coins and handed them to her. With her heart pounding, she put the money in her reticule and climbed down from the wagon.
As the girls scrambled to her side, Mr. Morgan stood in front of them with his hands on his hips. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
If Patrick had spoken those words, they’d have promised protection. Coming from his brother, they made her skin prickle. Forcing a smile, Dani looked at the girls. “Mr. Morgan is treating us to ice cream.”
Emma and Ellie murmured a polite “thank you.” Esther squealed with delight and ran to the door.
“Don’t leave the store,” he said to Dani. “I’ll meet you inside.”
Feeling his eyes on her back, she led the girls into the ice creamery, then watched through the window as Mr. Morgan neared the attorney’s office. He had to climb a flight of stairs, knock on a door and wait in a lobby. Dani grabbed Esther’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Emma and Ellie headed for the door, but Esther dug in her heels. “I want ice cream!”
“Later, sweetie.”
“Now!”
“Esther, we have to go.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “But you said!”
The child wasn’t being stubborn. She was a frightened little girl whose daddy hadn’t come home for five days. Ice cream promised a bit of happiness. Dani searched her mind for something more appealing, found it and dropped to a crouch, putting herself at eye level with Esther. “Remember Miss Adie and the kittens?”
The child nodded.
“That’s where we’re going.”
Esther tipped her head to the left, then to the right. The choices seesawed in the child’s mind, then hit the ground with a thud. “I want ice cream!”
The woman behind the counter looked over the jars of penny candy with an arched brow. Dani thought of scooping Esther into her arms and running, but she couldn’t risk creating a scene. Besides, they’d lost two valuable minutes. By now, Beau Morgan would be with Trevor Scott.
Straightening, she gave the clerk a wry smile. “I guess we’re having ice cream.”
As the girls placed their orders, Dani turned and peered at the window marking the attorney’s office. Beau Morgan loomed behind the glass with crossed arms and an expression that gave her chills.
Chapter Three
“Have a seat, Mr. Morgan.”
“I’ll stand, thanks.”
Beau was tired enough to sleep on his feet, but he planted himself at the window and focused on the ice-cream parlor. The odds of Clay Johnson walking down the street were slim to none, but Beau refused to let down his guard.
He also had doubts about Miss Baxter. Ever since he’d walked into the kitchen, she’d been giving him the evil eye. Her judgment of his character irked him. Time had tarnished his manners, but he’d tried to be considerate. He’d tossed blankets in the wagon for the girls, and he’d bargained with the livery owner for Miss Baxter’s refund. A long time ago, simple courtesy had come naturally to him. So had conversation. He’d gone to church socials and asked pretty girls to dance. That’s where he’d met Lucy. Miss Baxter reminded him of that happy time…and the hard time that had followed. She’d grieve for Patrick as he’d grieved for Lucy. Staring through the glass, Beau watched as she and the girls circled a small table.
Trevor Scott cleared his throat. “I have good news, Mr. Morgan.”
“You’ve found a school?”
“Not exactly. I’ve located another relative, a Miss Harriet Lange.”
“Who is she?”
“A great-aunt on Elizabeth’s side of the family.”
Beau frowned. She sounded old. “Where does she live?”
“Minnesota.”
“It’s cold there.”
“There’s another problem,” Scott said.
“What’s that?”
“She’ll take Emma but not the younger girls.”
The offer rubbed Beau the wrong way. He could see his nieces now, licking ice cream from glass bowls. Each one had impressed him. This week had been the worst of Emma’s life, but she’d stepped up like a grown woman. He’d seen Ellie carrying a bucket of water to her daddy’s grave. He didn’t know what kind of flowers she’d planted, but she’d come to the house with muddy knees. And Esther…she’d never stop sucking her thumb without her sisters.
“Why Emma?” he asked.
Scott leaned back in his squeaky chair. “Miss Lange is an elderly spinster. I assume she wants companionship.”
Or a servant, Beau thought. It made sense, but he knew he’d become cynical. He had a talent for spotting weeds but rarely noticed flowers, even when they filled a meadow. Maybe the woman had a kind heart but couldn’t feed two more children. “Does she have an income?”
“She clerks at a bank.”
A job that paid little money. Beau hooked his thumbs in his belt. He earned top dollar and saved most of it. “If money’s the problem, I can solve it.”
“With the sale of the farm?”
“No, that’s going in the bank.” He wanted the girls to have a nest egg for later in life. “I’ll pay for what they need.”
“It’s generous of you.”
Maybe, but Beau felt no pride. What the girls needed most, money couldn’t buy. They needed a home, parents who’d love them and tuck them in at night. He couldn’t do those things.
Scott shifted in his chair. “If you’d like, I can present an offer to Miss Lange.”
“Do it,” Beau said. “Tell her it’s all three or nothing. If she agrees, we’ll discuss a monthly allowance.”
“And if she says no?”
“We’ll look for a school.”
“I don’t envy you, Mr. Morgan. The situation calls for the wisdom of Solomon.”
Beau