Tricia stood up and walked over to him. “Are you ready?”
He did not move. “Am I, Tricia?” he asked softly.
“Are you what?”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Definitely not. You’re my patient,” she answered.
Jeremy stiffened as if Tricia had struck him, and a shadow of annoyance crossed his face seconds before he walked to the door. He paused as she held the door open for him, then he made his way down a ramp to where she had parked her car.
Waiting until she was seated behind the wheel, he turned and glared at her. “What am I to you, Tricia?”
Taken aback by the question, she stared at him with wide eyes. “Let it go, Jeremy.”
“I don’t want to let it go,” he countered, his voice rising slightly.
“If you’re looking to argue with me, then you’re out of luck today.”
Jeremy refused to relent. He had to know where he stood with her. “I don’t intend to argue, Tricia. Just answer the question.”
There was one thing she knew and remembered about Jeremy and that was his stubborn streak. Once he believed in something, no one could get him to change his mind. He’d believed Russell Smith’s lie about them sleeping together and in the end it had cost them a future together.
“You’re someone I grew up with and slept with, someone to whom I gave my heart and innocence, someone I fell in love with, someone who did not trust me enough to believe I’d be faithful. And I am someone who on August fifteenth will get into my car and drive back to Baltimore and the life I’ve made for myself.” She took a deep breath. “Does that answer your question, Jeremy?”
A lethal calmness shimmered in the dark-gray eyes that held her gaze. “Yes, Tricia, it does.”
* * *
The ride back to the farm was accomplished in complete silence. Tricia hadn’t turned on the radio and with each passing mile the silence swelled until it was deafening.
She didn’t know what Jeremy wanted from her. He’d asked her to forgive him, and she had. They’d reconciled, made love and chances were they would continue to sleep together up until the time her vacation ended. Jeremy said he wouldn’t pressure her to stay, but he also hadn’t offered her anything that would give her a reason to stay.
She drove through the electronic gate and maneuvered onto the road where several Thoroughbreds grazed behind a fence. Slowing, she came to a complete stop. Her gaze was glued to a small figure sitting astride a magnificent black horse racing around the winding, muddy track. Three men stood outside the fence screaming at the top of their lungs, while a fourth sat on the top rail, holding a stopwatch. Tricia’s breath caught in her throat.
“Oh—” Jeremy swallowed an expletive as he watched jockey and horse become one as they appeared to fly over the track. His heart was pounding in his chest by the time horse and rider crossed the finish line. A loud roar rent the air. The jockey jumped off and pumped a gloved fist in the air.
Tricia stared numbly as the jockey took off his headgear and a tumble of dark hair floated around his shoulders. It wasn’t until he turned that she realized he was a she.
She turned and stared at Jeremy, the pulse in her throat fluttering wildly. This is what she’d missed about Blackstone Farms: the excitement of prerace activity.
“Who is she?”
“Her name is Cheryl Carney, also known as Blackstone Farms’ secret weapon. She’s Kevin Manning’s niece. Pop claims she’s a horse whisperer and that she and Shah Jahan can communicate telepathically.” Kevin Manning had taken over as head trainer after Russell Smith’s father moved his family to the West Coast.
“Has Jahan raced competitively yet?” Tricia asked when she recalled the celebration following the ebony colt’s birth.
“Not yet. Pop wants to wait until he’s two. He’s still too skittish to compete because whenever he’s on the track with another horse he has to wear blinkers.”
“There’s no doubt he’s destined for greatness.”
Jeremy nodded. “Ryan predicts that if he stays healthy, then he’ll become the farm’s first potential Triple Crown winner.”
Tricia raised her eyebrows. “He’s that good?”
“With Cheryl riding him there’s no doubt he’ll become a winner.” You and I were that good, he added silently.
Tricia shifted into gear and drove past the stables. She never realized how much she missed the horse farm until she returned. The smell of horseflesh, hay and fields of heather and lavender growing in the undeveloped north end of the property were like an aphrodisiac. She visited on average of twice a year: summer and winter. This was the first time she had decided to spend an entire month.
She drove past the schoolhouse made up of four connecting buildings. She thought about Jeremy’s offer to become a school nurse and quickly dismissed it. It wasn’t that being a school nurse would be un-rewarding. It was just that she enjoyed working with the four pediatricians who had set up one of the largest practices in downtown Baltimore.
“Do you miss the farm, Tricia?”
Jeremy had read her mind. “Yes, I do,” she answered truthfully.
“What do you miss most?”
She gave him a quick glance. “The people. They’re like my extended family. I may have been an only child, but I fought and argued with the other kids as if we were brothers and sisters.”
Jeremy nodded, smiling. He had become known as the Blackstone brawler. At that time it was not in his psychological makeup to walk away from a fight, and the number of encounters escalated after his mother’s death. He’d been filled with rage because Julia had chosen to hide her illness from everyone until it was too late for her to seek medical treatment.
Resting his left arm over the back of Tricia’s seat, his fingers feathered through the soft curls on the nape of her neck.
“Could you please drop me off at Ryan’s.” She made a right turn and less than a minute later she maneuvered into the driveway to Ryan and Kelly’s home. Tricia parked, got out of the car and handed Jeremy his crutches.
“Aren’t you coming in?” he asked as she turned to get back into the vehicle.
She shook her head. “No.”
Jeremy studied her thoughtfully. “Don’t you want to see the baby?”
Tricia forced a smile she did not feel. “I’ll see her another time.” Interacting with newborns was something she did often, but it would be different with Vivienne. She was a Blackstone, Sheldon’s granddaughter, just like Juliet, and the image of Juliet’s tiny lifeless body was still imprinted on her mind. Even after so many years, that image was still painful for Tricia to bear.
She wondered if she would be able to cradle Vivienne and successfully hold back tears and not relive the joy of becoming a mother and the pain of burying a part of herself. And she knew the answer before she had formed the question—no, not yet.
“I have to talk to my grandfather about something.” Tricia glanced at her watch. “I’ll come back at six to pick you up for dinner.”
“Where would you like to eat tonight?”
“The dining hall,” she said quickly.
Jeremy’s dark eyebrows slanted in a frown. He did not want to eat at the farm. He wanted a repeat of what he and Tricia had had the night before.
“We can eat at the dining hall tomorrow night.” There was a thread of hardness in his statement.
“You asked me where I wanted to eat and I said the dining hall,” Tricia retorted.
He refused to relent. “Perhaps I should’ve said that we are eating out tonight.”
Tricia reacted quickly to the challenge in his voice. “Perhaps not, Jeremy.” She gave him a hostile glare. “Let me remind you that I don’t work for you. Your father asked me to help you. He asked, not demanded, Jeremy. If you want me to do something, then I suggest you ask politely.”
Not giving him the opportunity for a comeback, Tricia got into the car and drove away. She glanced into the rearview mirror and found him leaning on his crutches.
His image stayed with her even after she’d walked into Gus’s house and found him sitting in his favorite chair, dozing.
Why didn’t I wait until he got into the house? What if he had fallen trying to make it up the porch steps?
* * *
Concern for Jeremy continued to haunt her until she shook Gus gently to wake him. Gus’s eyes opened and he seemed surprised to see her.
“Grandpa, you shouldn’t sleep sitting up. It’s not good for your circulation.”
Gus affected a slow smile. “Don’t worry yourself about me, baby girl. Since I stopped salting my food, my ankles don’t swell up like they used to.”
Tricia held out a hand. “Come sit with me on the love seat. I want to talk to you about something.”
“I saw your note.”
“Did you call me?”
Shaking his head slowly, Gus said, “No, because I know what it is you want to talk about.”
“I need answers.”
“Let it go, Tricia.”
“I can’t, Grandpa. I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown woman. I have a right to know something about my mother and my father.”
Gus closed his eyes. “Let sleeping dogs lie, Tricia.”
“I can’t and I won’t!”
He opened his eyes and stared up at her, and it was then Tricia realized she had yelled at her grandfather. A strange expression crossed his face seconds before he placed a gnarled hand over his chest and slumped forward, his chin resting on his chest.
Tricia was galvanized into action. She caught Gus’s wrist, measuring his pulse. It was slow, weak.
Somehow she managed to get him off the chair and onto the floor and began cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Each time she compressed his chest, she prayed, Please don’t let him die.
* * *
Ryan opened the door for Jeremy. His expression registered shock seeing his brother standing on his porch—alone. “How did you get here?”
“Tricia drove me.”
Peering around Jeremy’s shoulder, Ryan asked, “Where is she?”
“She went to see her grandfather. Are you going to let me in, or are you going to wait for me to fall?”
Ryan, deciding to ignore Jeremy’s acerbic tone, took a step backward and opened the door wider. “Please enter, sir prince.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes at his older brother and made his way slowly into the living room. He sat down on a deep club chair, placed his crutches on the floor and raised his left leg onto a footstool.
Ryan sat in a facing armchair and ran a hand over his close-cropped hair. “If you’ve come to see Kelly and the baby, you’re out of luck because they’re napping. However, if you’ve come to bitch and moan, then I’m all ears.”
Jeremy frowned. “Who’s bitching and moaning?”
“Pop.”
“What’s up with him?”
Ryan hesitated, then said, “You are.”
Jeremy groaned softly. “What now?”
“He’s going to sell the farm.”
“Sell or he’s threatening to sell?”
Ryan’s expression was a mask of stone. “Sell, Jeremy!”
“Pop is being manipulative.”
“Wrong. Pop is being Pop. I told you last year that he’s tired.”
Jeremy frowned in cold fury. “I know what brought on his tirade.” He revealed to Ryan what he and Sheldon had talked about after he and Tricia returned from spending the night at the bed-and-breakfast.”
A slow smile formed on Ryan’s lips. “You and Tricia Parker?”
Jeremy smiled in spite of himself and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Damn, brother, you sure had me fooled. I thought you and Tricia were just good friends.”
“We started out as friends, but the year we turned eighteen something happened.”
“Was that little something called love?”
Before Jeremy could answer Ryan’s query, the telephone rang. Reaching for the phone on a nearby table, Ryan spoke softly into the mouthpiece. His expression changed as he stood up. “Stay with him, Tricia. I’ll be right there as soon as I call the hospital. No, don’t try to move him.” He depressed a button, then two others. The speed dial connected him to the local hospital.
Jeremy reached down for his crutches and was on his feet the moment he heard his brother mention “possible heart attack,” and Augustus Parker’s name.
“I’m coming with you,” he said.
“Try to keep up,” Ryan said over his shoulder as he raced out of the house.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Stop beating up on yourself,” Jeremy whispered to Tricia for what seemed like the hundredth time since Gus Parker was wheeled into the emergency room.
She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “I should never have argued with him.”
Jeremy tightened his grip around her waist as they sat together on a love seat in a waiting area. “You snapped at me earlier about ordering you about, and now I’m going to do exactly that. I want you to stop blaming yourself for Gus’s heart attack. If it hadn’t happened now, there’s nothing to say it wouldn’t have happened after your return to Baltimore. Gus seeing your face once he comes out of surgery is certain to lift his spirits.”
Tricia nodded. She opened her eyes to find Sheldon sitting several feet away staring at her and Jeremy. Ryan had driven Gus to the hospital and stayed to confer with the cardiologist who was scheduled to perform open-heart surgery. Ryan then called Sheldon and informed him of Gus’s condition. Sheldon had driven from the farm to the hospital in record time.
Pushing off his chair, Sheldon stood up. “I’m going to get some coffee. Would either of you like some?”
Jeremy straightened and removed his arm from Tricia’s waist. “How do you want yours?”
Tricia seldom drank coffee, but this was one time when she needed a jolt from the caffeine. “Black.”
“Make that two blacks, Pop.”
Waiting until Sheldon walked away, Jeremy leaned closer to Tricia, held her hand and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “He’s going to be all right.” Gus had been in surgery for more than two hours.
Turning her head, she smiled at him. “I want to thank you for being here for me.”
“There’s…”
The cardiologist walked into the waiting room preempting whatever it was Jeremy planned to say. Tricia stood up on trembling legs as Jeremy came to his feet.
She bit down on her lower lip, gathering courage. “How is my grandfather?”
He offered her a comforting smile. “He has been stabilized and is in the intensive care unit.”
“When can I see him?”
“Not until tomorrow.”
A flicker of apprehension coursed through Tricia. “What aren’t you telling me, Dr. Lawrence?”
“It’s apparent your grandfather suffered a mild heart attack in the past which weakened the heart wall. He’s going to have to take it easy so the muscles can heal.”
“My grandfather never had a heart attack,” she argued softly.
“Perhaps he’d experienced chest pains in the past but ignored them. But I can assure you that there is evidence of some heart damage.”
“How long will Mr. Parker have to remain in the hospital?” Jeremy asked as he moved closer to Tricia’s side.
“At least a week,” Dr. Lawrence replied, “followed by a minimum of six weeks of limited activity. After he’s reevaluated, then he will have to undergo physical therapy that will help him regain some endurance.” He stared at Tricia. “Is there someone at home who can take care of him?”
“I’ll take care of him,” she said, not hesitating. Her grandfather’s heart attack meant she would not return to Baltimore as planned. “I’m going to need medical documentation to take Family Leave.”
“You can pick up a form at the business office in the morning.” The cardiologist patted her shoulder. “Go home and get some rest. We’ll make certain your grandfather receives the best medical care available today.”
She managed a weak smile. “Thank you, Dr. Lawrence.” He nodded, turned and walked away.
“Gus can move into my house,” Jeremy said close to her ear. “I already have the hospital bed and a wheelchair.”
Tricia gave him a startled look. “Where will you sleep?”
“I can sleep on the daybed while you can use an upstairs bedroom. I’ll make certain someone will keep Gus’s place clean and aired out until he’s able to live alone.”
She was puzzled by Jeremy’s offer to open his house for her grandfather’s convalescence. “Why are you doing this, Jeremy? You and my grandfather have never been fond of each other.”
“How Gus and I feel about each other is irrelevant, because he is still a member of the farm’s extended family. Just like you are,” he added in a soft tone. “And you know we always look out for one another.”
Tricia nodded. “You’re right.” She managed a weak smile. “Thank you.”
His gaze widened. “There’s no need to thank me. I would do the same for anyone at Blackstone Farms.”
Tricia did not know why, but at that moment she did not want Jeremy to offer his home to Gus just because the elderly man had been a long-time employee of Blackstone Farms. She wanted it to be because he still felt something for her beyond their sleeping together.
She had promised to give him the next three weeks when in reality she wanted it to be the rest of her life. The harder she had tried to ignore the truth the more it nagged at her, for it had taken only one night of passionate lovemaking to conclude that she still loved Jeremy and would love him for the rest of her life.
* * *
Sheldon walked into the waiting room as silently as a large cat. He stopped, watching the interaction between his son and Tricia. Clearing his throat, he moved closer as Tricia and Jeremy sprang apart. “If there’s anything you need me to do for you and Gus, just ask, Tricia.”
Tricia smiled at Sheldon. “Thank you, but Jeremy has offered to let Grandpa stay in his house until he’s able to live alone again.”
Sheldon lifted an eyebrow, stared at his son and wondered if Jeremy and Tricia had made other plans that perhaps he should know about. Maybe, just maybe, he would be given the opportunity to retire, gain another daughter-in-law and, if he was lucky, another grandchild.
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