“Sorry.” She lowered her head, her long braided pigtails reaching down her green cotton dress.
He ruffled the little girl’s hair, then turned and extended his arms toward Rainee. Situating her belongings out of the way, she laid her hands on his shoulders and allowed him to help her down.
The instant her feet touched the ground he removed his hands from her waist and stepped back as if she had bitten him.
“Miss Devonwood.” Haydon looked at her, then at the small child. “This is my sister Abby. Abby, this is Miss Rainelle Devonwood.”
Rainee smiled down at the girl with the blond hair and sapphire eyes so like her brother’s. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Abby.” She gave a quick curtsy as was customary back home when greeting someone. “But please, call me Rainee.”
“Nice ta meet ya, too, Rainee. I like the way you talk.”
“I like the way you talk, too. You have a lovely accent.”
“I dun’t got no assent.”
“Accent,” Mr. Bowen corrected her again.
“That’s what I said. Assent.”
Rainee waited to see if he would correct her again, but he shook his head and mussed her hair once more.
“Haydon. You’re mussing my hair.” She planted her hands on her waist and narrowed her eyes, but even Rainee could see the smile in the young girl’s frown.
“Sorry, Squirt.”
“Thas okay.” Abby smiled at her brother, then glanced over at Rainee. Her brows curled, and her forehead criss-crossed. “Whach you doin’ here?”
“Never you mind, Little Miss Nosey.” Haydon tapped his little sister on the nose and winked. “Listen, Squirt, would you do me a favor and run over to Jesse’s and ask him to come here?”
Abby bobbed her head and darted off toward Jess’s house.
Haydon wasn’t sure if his brother was able to be up and about yet, but if he was, then he needed to get his sorry backside out here and deal with this awkward mess.
Without looking at Miss Devonwood, he wondered what he should do or say before his brother got there.
“The place is quite lovely.” A whisper would have been louder, but the awe in her voice screamed loud and clear.
Haydon scanned the ranch, trying to see the place through her eyes. He always thought this area was some of the most beautiful country he’d ever seen, but for some odd reason it pleased him that she thought so, too. Oh-h-h no you don’t, buddy. Who cares what she thinks? She’s not staying.
“Who lives in that house?”
He followed her finger. “My brother and his wife.” The brother that sent for you. But he can tell you that. Not me.
“And that place?” She pointed to his house.
“That’s mine.” As in mine alone. As in, not yours and mine.
She faced the main house. “Then this must be your parents’ home.”
“It’s my mother’s.”
She turned questioning eyes up at him.
Quit looking at me with those beautiful peepers, ma’am. “My father passed away a couple of years ago.”
Sympathy passed through her gaze, and he forced himself to look away. “Oh, my. I am so sorry.” She laid her hand on his arm. Something about her gentle touch sent warmth spreading through his veins.
He stared at the spot where her hand rested. The gesture touched him, but at the same time it sent warning signals flashing through his brain. Her politeness and sweetness were driving him crazy. He dropped his arm to his side, letting her arm slip from his. He didn’t want to feel any kind of a bond to this woman—or any other woman for that matter.
Then he made the mistake of once again looking at her face. Hurt and discomfort gazed back at him. She looked so small and vulnerable. Guilt trailed through him like hungry red ants at a picnic, chewing away at his conscience. His thoughtless gesture had hurt her, and she didn’t deserve the treatment he had dealt her. But then again, he had to protect himself. He needed to harden himself against the emotions she seemed to stir up in him so easily. Emotions he wanted no part of. The sooner Jesse dealt with her, the better. Just keep telling yourself she’s not your problem, Haydon, and you just might survive this situation with your sanity and heart still intact.
He turned toward Jesse’s place, wondering where Abby was and what was taking her so long.
“Excuse me, please?”
As much as he didn’t want to, Haydon faced her again. “Yes?”
Her eyes locked on his for the briefest of moments before her lids fluttered, and she looked toward Jesse’s house. “Is Abby the only one who does not know why I am here?” She turned those wide innocent fawn eyes up at him again, and his heart lurched.
The last time Haydon saw a look like that was on a puppy he’d owned as a child. That puppy had won his heart and had gotten whatever it wanted. Haydon swallowed hard. Rainee’s not a puppy. She’s a woman. And not just any woman. She’s the most dangerous kind there is. Sweet and innocent-looking, and beautiful. “Miss Devonwood, I—”
“Haydon!” Abby’s voice carried across the yard.
Haydon wanted to hug his sister for saving him. He spun her direction and watched as she ran toward him.
“Jesse got hurted this mornin’ and he can’t come.”
His heart dropped to his boots. He had hoped Jess would at least feel well enough by the time he got back that he could deal with Miss Devonwood. Now what?
“How come I didn’t know he got hurted?”
“Hurt, not hurted,” Haydon corrected. “Because you, Mother and Leah were gone all day, remember?”
Abby hiked her little shoulder. “I forgetted.”
“I forgot.”
“Did you forgetted too?” Her round eyes smiled up at him.
“No, I didn’t forget. You said… Oh, never mind. Why don’t you run along and go play now?”
“Okay.” She skipped back toward the corner of the house and disappeared.
Haydon turned toward the sound of Miss Devonwood’s twitter.
Her gaze lingered in the direction Abby had gone.
“Just what do you find so amusing, Miss Devonwood?”
Rainee reeled toward him and blinked. Amusement, not anger, fluttered across his handsome face. “Abby is lovely.” She stared at the spot where the little girl had disappeared. “To think that precious girl is going to be my sister is so—” Rainee’s eyes flew open and hot blood rushed into her cheeks. She pressed her fingertips to her mouth to stifle her gasp.
Merciful heavens! What is wrong with you, Rainelle? Since you got here, he has not mentioned the subject of marriage even once, and here you are talking about Abby being your sister. No wonder Mother had to rebuke you so often. Will you ever learn? She gazed longingly at the forest of trees, wishing she could flee into their thickness and hide away forever.
She turned and retrieved her parasol, handbag and the flowers from the bench seat.
“Haydon. Where have you been all day?”
Rainee whirled toward the big two-story house. A tall, lithe woman strolled toward them and stopped directly in front of her.
The handsome blonde lady with powder-blue eyes looked up at Haydon and quirked one delicate eyebrow. “Sorry, I didn’t know we had company.”