Belle and Mavis said nothing.
Lavinia smiled. “Well, good. The ranch hands have arrived. You should see them all spit shined and dressed to kill. They look so cute, you’ll smile.” She lowered her voice and came closer. “And Belle, wait until you see Blake. He’s never looked more handsome. If I didn’t know better, I would think he may have an important question to ask you tonight. He just has that sense about him.”
Belle, facing the mirror, dabbed a tiny amount of eau de toilette behind her ear. Finished, she slowly turned. “What on earth are you going on about, Lavinia? Blake is no more special to me than the rest of the ranch hands.” Then why does my heart call me a liar? “Except that he’s our partner. I don’t know where these silly accusations are coming from.” She glanced at Mavis and then back to Lavinia. “Have you so quickly forgotten about Lesley?” And then, there was the telegram . . .
Already, he missed her. Said he wanted to come spend time.
What he’s not saying is that he really wants to change my mind about the six months.
She was still deciding how to reply.
Lavinia’s stunned gaze was frozen in shock. “W-what did I say? I only meant . . .”
“I’m sorry,” Belle blurted. “I’m just nervous. The buildup for this night has had me on edge, and now that it’s here, I’m a nervous wreck. First, let me say how gorgeous you look tonight, Lavinia. You’ll outshine the stars.” She went over and embraced her sister, feeling like a shrew.
She hadn’t meant to bite everyone’s heads off—especially not tonight. She was just so mixed up of late. Wrecking the party for her sisters was the last thing she wanted to do. “Has the quartet set up?” she asked a bit sheepishly.
“Yes, they have,” Emma answered as she came through the opening where the door would someday be. “I saw to that myself.” Dressed in ice-blue velvet, she looked like a royal queen. “Everything is set and ready. The food will be laid out on time, and we have absolutely nothing to worry about. The house, even though only halfway finished, looks gorgeous. I think Father would be delighted at how everything is turning out.”
“And Mother too,” Belle added softly. “Let’s not forget her.” She pretended not to see the worried, confused, perturbed looks flying around the room.
“Absolutely,” Emma went on. “She’s never far from my thoughts.” She went to the window and looked out on the darkened landscape. “Blake and Henry have been unbelievable. Construction is whizzing along. I’m still amazed.” She sauntered to the mirror, edging out Belle. Leaning close, she pinched each cheek several times and then smiled at her reflection, brushing a few hairs at her temple. “Belle, I can’t wait until you see Bla—”
With composed restraint, Belle held out a hand, stopping Emma midsentence. “Let me say this one last time,” she uttered softly, smiling, even though she didn’t know what she was going to do about her irrational feelings. “Blake and I are friends and business partners. There isn’t a thing more between us.”
Emma stared in shocked silence in the mirror’s reflection at Belle. Mavis came forward and laid a calming hand on Emma’s arm before she had a chance to dig in any deeper, as the other two had.
“You look lovely tonight, Emma,” she said, artfully changing the subject. Belle wished she could be as diplomatic. She could learn a lot from Mavis. “All the men will be speechless.”
Belle nodded and bussed Emma’s cheek with her own, thankful Katie hadn’t shown up to add her two cents to the discussion. Having been rescued by him from the peddler’s wagon, her baby sister was Blake’s ardent devotee. Belle wouldn’t want to cross her.
“You should be proud,” Trevor said, handing Blake a glass of punch. “The place has gone up without a hitch.” The other ranch hands wandered around the large room, anxious for the women to show up, he was sure. A long buffet table made of plywood and sawhorses and covered with several tablecloths held a punch bowl and glasses at one end, with plenty of room for the forthcoming food. The home would be finished in approximately two weeks, barring any complications. “To have the place this far along and roofed, all while completing a roundup. I’d say that’s a record.”
Blake took a sip of the sweet concoction and grinned. He did feel pleased. And a persistent other feeling also swirled inside. Whenever Belle walked into the room, his heart jumped with excitement. He couldn’t get enough of her. He’d do anything to win her heart. But he didn’t know how she felt about him. Lesley’s telegram was ever present in the back of his mind. Why hasn’t she mentioned its arrival, unless it contained something I wouldn’t want to know? Do I even have a chance?
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Trevor—and all the other men.”
“And the thirty or so other carpenters?”
“Yeah, and them too. Everyone pulled their weight. I think their hard work was their final goodbye to John.”
Trevor smiled in good humor. “And their hello to his daughters?”
Blake couldn’t hold back a hearty laugh. “Absolutely.” As long as they don’t have eyes for Belle, I’m happy to share. “I think you’re right about that.”
He glanced around, the feel of the evening promising. Maybe the time had finally arrived to make his feelings known. One of them had to take that chance. It was pretty obvious Belle wasn’t going to make the first move—and she shouldn’t have to. Especially not after the way he’d acted after they’d kissed.
With his free hand, he grasped Trevor by the shoulder. “I’m thankful the conspiracy didn’t turn out to be related to one of our men. Dr. Dodge must have read John’s will when Henry brought it out to the ranch during the month John was dying.” He shook his head. “A terrible thing.”
“And you believe the mayor?”
“I do. What the doctor was trying was so far-fetched. Clint’s positive he had no knowledge of anything his brother was planning.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“As strange as this sounds, I’m even glad Praig wasn’t involved. As much as I detest the man for quitting and for what he did to Moses, he was once one of us, if you catch my meaning. We were comrades of sorts, at least for a while.” He shook his head, letting out a deep sigh. “I’m sure you’ve heard that Clint received word from Denver. Praig’s caused some trouble there and is locked up. As much as I’d like to give him a dose of his own medicine, I guess I won’t get that chance.”
“Blake. Look!” Trevor said, his voice filled with reverence.
The murmur of voices quieted. The Brinkman girls were descending the stars in a talking, laughing group. They weren’t in the least worried about making a grand entrance. Looking up to see all the men watching, they slowed and shyly glanced away. All dressed in varying shades of velvet, they looked a vision.
“Blake,” Mavis said, heading his way, followed by the rest. The hands gathered around. The guests would arrive anytime. Practically everyone in Eden had been invited. Blake was surprised Henry hadn’t yet arrived. “I speak for my sisters in saying thank you for all you’ve done on the house—and for indulging us with this party.” He was all too aware of Belle’s gaze.
To break the spell, Blake gestured to his loyal ranch hands. “Wasn’t me, ladies, it was these fine men and the others. They’re all happy you gave Eden a chance and stayed on.” And me, especially.
Somehow, he’d wrangle a few private words with Belle to tell her how beautiful she looked, but that probably wouldn’t happen until the dancing began and he had a chance to waltz her around the room. And maybe even out onto the slate patio.
Sounds came from the entry. Henry walked in, along with Elizabeth Smith and Johnny. The woman’s eyes widened as she looked around. Behind them came Clint, his son, Cash, and Nicole—wearing a dress, of all things. Maverick entered, hat in hands, helping along Old Man Little. The room was filling. Someone must have driven a large wagon for so many to arrive at once. Or maybe even two.
Karen, and many of the clerks around town hired to help with th
e food, brought platters of hot, delicious-looking dishes. Soon, the long tablecloth-covered table was packed. Within a few minutes, a line formed, and ladies and gentlemen alike were filling their plates with the luscious concoctions. Guests kept arriving until the diners spilled out onto the patio, and others took their plates into the other rooms to find places to sit. Blake had lost Belle in the sea of people. His face hurt from smiling. Talking. Being congratulated.
As soon as the food is cleared and the music begins, I’ll search Belle out.
He needed to feel her in his arms.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Even though Belle had talked until her throat felt hoarse, smiled until her cheeks hurt, and laughed until she cried, she felt empty, though she knew she shouldn’t. This was their night. A time to celebrate. She’d just barely had a chance to say two words to Blake before everyone had descended. Now the quartet was warming up, and the ladies were taking their turns in the lovely outdoor area that had been set up for the women. At the end of a lantern-lighted path was a blanketed-off area that held an outhouse, a washstand, a large mirror hanging from a tree branch, a multitude of lights, and hairpins and combs.
Finished with freshening up, and making her way back down the path, Belle was relieved to see her sisters gathered close by. Katie was all smiles, Lavinia flush with happiness, Emma tapping her toe in anticipation of the dancing to come, and Mavis glancing around as if looking for a special someone. Belle couldn’t imagine who.
“Belle, there you are,” Emma gushed. “Isn’t it wonderful? So many people. The night couldn’t be better.”
Belle returned her smile, but noticed from the corner of her eye that Blake stood a few steps away, speaking with Clint. “Very. The place is packed, and some guests have even gone down to tour the barn. That was a good idea.” She gauged the dance floor. “I hope there will be ample room for dancing.”
The musicians, tapping out a rhythm, began. Music lilted through the room. A hush fell, and all attention shifted to the quartet. Butterflies fluttered in Belle’s stomach. Will Blake ask me to dance?
He’d let her know in no uncertain terms that there was nothing between them and the kiss was a silly mistake, a challenge answered.
Feeling self-conscious over what her sisters had said about Blake and her, she hadn’t sought him out. She’d only seen glimpses of him from afar, among the crowd. What would it feel like to be back in his arms? Suddenly she wanted to be there—right now. So many emotions rushed to the surface at once that she failed to notice he’d already walked over and was standing by her side until he touched her arm.
She turned.
He smiled, his gaze reaching deep into her soul. Her heart trembled. “Miss Brinkman, may I have the honor of the first dance?”
Mavis was right. Lavinia and Emma too. He’d never looked as gorgeous as he did just then. Heat rushed to her face when he smiled, and she feared he’d know her thoughts. She’d never seen the set of tailored clothes that fit him like a glove. Everything about him awakened her senses, causing her breath to quicken. Mavis’s smile was the last thing she saw before setting her hand in his outstretched one and struggling to answer. “Thank you, Mr. Harding,” she replied, playing along. “I’d be delighted.” They waltzed away, joining a few other couples. The cool night air, flowing through the open walls, felt good on her heated skin.
He gazed down into her eyes. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you.” What’s wrong with me? Surely I can think of something better to say.
The feel of his hand on her back had her heart racing.
“Having fun?” he asked. “This is the first time we’ve had a chance to speak all night. I thought maybe you’ve been avoiding me.”
She chanced a glance into his eyes, causing a ripple of new tingles. “I-I thought the same of you.”
His eyes warmed. “I’d never sidestep you. You know that. Just busy answering questions and such. I didn’t think so many people would make the trip out. It’s gratifying, to say the least. They loved John, and already love you—all,” he added quickly.
She hid a smile. They waltzed past Henry, who had Elizabeth in his arms. Looking around, she spotted Emma keeping Johnny entertained while his mother danced. “What do you think is going on with Henry and Elizabeth?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. I’ve asked, but he’s not saying. I guess he’s not one to kiss and tell.”
One song led to another, but Blake never gave her a chance to leave his side. She stayed in his arms dance after dance, and her heart soared with the eagles. She’d never felt such happiness. Or more beautiful, or cherished. One minute, Blake was gazing into her eyes, almost making her swoon, and the next he was making her laugh. She wished the night would never end. Then the music slowed, and the melody became soft and romantic. Blake tightened his hold, drawing her closer. Belle dared to lay her head on his shoulder and dream of lying in his arms all night. Dream of him trailing kisses down her neck . . .
With a small jerk in her breathing, she lifted her head.
He looked down, the handsome smile still on his attractive lips. “You okay?”
Not trusting her shaky voice, she held her breath and nodded.
Since when has just speaking with Blake caused this trembling? She’d ranched with him, for heaven’s sake. And kissed him too. Is that caress on the back of my hand intentional?
“Belle,” he began, his tone concerned, “would you like to rest? You’re trembling.”
“I, um . . . yes. I think that would be best.”
The song was just ending, so Blake led her through the crowd and out the patio door. A few people sat in conversation, but no one was interested in talking to them.
“Have you gotten used to it yet?” he asked, his deep voice low.
“To . . . ?”
“The Colorado sky. It never gets boring. There’s the Great Bear, Ursa Major, right there, low in the sky. Can you see it?”
Stepping close behind her, with his arm covering hers, Blake took her hand and extended her pointer finger slowly tracing the constellation. The rough warmth of his palm was all she could think about. And how close he stood, wrapping her in his protection, the side of his face pressed against hers.
“I thought that was the Big Dipper,” she was finally able to say.
“You’re partly right,” he whispered, his breath warming the side of her face. “The handle of the dipper is the great bear’s tail. The cup his flank. He has a head and four legs.”
They stood like that much longer than they should. Surely somebody would take notice. When she hoped he was going to turn her in his arms and kiss her, he stepped back and led her to a bench.
“Sit here and wait for me. I’m going to fetch your shawl. Then we can take a walk in the starlight.”
“But the guests?”
“Are having a great time. They won’t miss us for a few minutes. Is it in your room?”
“Yes, on the dresser.”
The lantern light made it possible to see his nod.
“Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.”
Blake stepped inside and headed for the stairs. All he could think about was the feel of Belle in his arms. And she was flustered. His heart had been racing too. He’d wanted desperately to kiss her, but not where anyone would see.
Almost to the stairs, Trevor grasped his arm. “Where’s the fire?” He held up his beer as if in a toast and grinned.
“Just making my rounds,” Blake fibbed, glancing around the room. “You having a good time?”
“What do you think? This house is grand. And the scenery is pretty too.”
Katie and Emma were speaking and laughing, with Tank and KT only a few feet away. One of the other carpenters who’d helped build the house was dancing with Lavinia. Few would forget this evening soon.
Trevor looked around as well. “Where’s Belle? You two’ve been on the dance floor all night.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “So . . . ?”
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�So nothing,” Blake replied. He needed to gracefully extract himself from Trevor and get up the stairs. He didn’t want Belle to cool off too long. She was feeling what he was feeling, he was sure. We’re meant to be together. Making her forget about Lesley might take a bit of doing, but tonight was a perfect place to begin.
Almost to the stairs, he heard Mavis call his name. He liked Mavis. Had a great respect for her, but right now he didn’t want to talk, not even with her. He turned.
“Mavis.” He tried not to sound rushed. “Having fun?” He was sounding like a one-phrase parrot.
“Of course.”
In his urgency, he couldn’t stop a longing glance up the stairs.
“She’s not up there,” Mavis said with a small laugh. “You two looked perfect dancing together.”
That got his attention. “Thank you. I thought we might.”
Her smile faded, and she looked away, causing a prick of concern.
“What? Do you have something to say?” He thought of the telegram.
“Be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
It was as if she’d slapped him across the face. All his breath pushed painfully in his lungs. “Has she said as much?”
“Not in so many words.”
“I see.” He couldn’t even pretend to be happy. “I have to go.”
With tunnel vision, he climbed the stairs, found her shawl, and hurried back to the bench on the outskirts of the patio, determined that Mavis must be wrong. Belle had responded to his touch, his gaze. She wielded a power over him he’d never before felt.
Still in the shadows, he skidded to a halt. Right there in front of his eyes, Lesley Atkins knelt before Belle on bended knee. Her hand was encased in his. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that he was proposing. Belle gazed down at him, a rapt expression on her face.
I’ve been such a fool! Against my better judgment, I let my feelings run away with me. Now, if she stays in Eden after they marry, I’ll have to work side by side with the woman I love but who doesn’t love me. Can there be a hotter hell than that?
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