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I'll demonstrate. Just a little purr, to make Patrick think I'm very happy and content curled up in his warm jacket as he hauls me to the car. He thinks he has won me over.

That's fine. I don't mind going to England— a new adventure and all. I'm more than a little curious about Wicklow. And why Kent Ridgeway would risk a fortune on a horse he knows can't beat Limerick. Ridgeway is playing another angle, and it's a darn good thing these two humanoids have me to look out for them. They hardly have sense enough to dodge bullets.

Chapter Twelve

Wicklow was something out of a storybook. As much as Catherine had heard about it, she wasn't prepared for the reality. One look and she felt all of her doubts about Kent were unjustified. With so much at stake, why would he want to risk everything by involving himself in something illegal? It didn't make sense.

Turning into the long, tree-lined drive, she followed the neat signs that directed her toward the stable office. On either side were lush pastures. Mares grazed while their foals ran and bucked, playing the games that would develop muscle, wind and heart. The land surrounding Wicklow was much gentler than that of Connemara. At Wicklow, it was as if the very earth accommodated the horse. In contrast, Beltene wore the face of stubborn survival, carved out of rock and limestone, rugged and enduring.

"Stay put," she ordered Familiar as she got out of the car.

She didn't give the cat a chance to back talk. She got out and slammed the door before he could escape.

"Can I help you?"

The man who confronted Catherine was middle-aged and perfectly groomed. He stepped forward helpfully, as if he thought she might be lost. After spending the night in a bed and breakfast not twenty miles up the road, Catherine had dressed in an expensive business suit, stockings, heels and as much of the Nelson family jewelry as she could wear with any degree of comfort and taste.

"I'm Catherine Nelson. Kent is going to train some two-year-olds for me and I wanted to surprise him." She smiled and brushed her long hair back from her face, revealing the Nelson rubies at her ears. "He isn't expecting me, but I think he'll be glad to see me."

"I'm terribly sorry. Mr. Ridgeway is away." The man frowned. "He isn't expected back until tomorrow. I'm afraid he's in Dublin on business."

"Oh, dear." Catherine looked crestfallen. "I should have thought. It's just that I spoke with him yesterday morning and I understood he was coming straight back to Wicklow."

"You're from Beltene, aren't you? The new owner." The man held out his hand. "Cecil Baxter, the farm manager. Maybe I can help you."

Catherine took his hand in a firm handshake. "Kent is doing a favor for me, Mr. Baxter. To be honest, I wanted to make sure that I'm not putting him in a bad position. I know how busy Wicklow is, and I don't want to burden him with these extra horses. He's agreed to take them on because…well, as a personal favor."

"I see." Cecil motioned her toward the office door. "Come in and we'll have some tea. You look tired."

"It's been a…difficult trip."

She followed him into the stone office, her footsteps absorbed by plush carpeting. Everything was modern, new, immaculate. A well-groomed secretary sat at a desk with a headphone on, while another girl was ordering files.

Cecil led her through a solid door and into his private office. "How many horses were you thinking of sending us?" He pulled out a chair for her at a table.

"Four, maybe six. It all depends." She fluttered her hands. "I'm rather new in this business. Kent has been so helpful to me. I'm just sorry he isn't here."

"I can call him."

"No!" Catherine cleared her throat. "I mean, I wouldn't want to distract him from whatever he's doing. I didn't make the proper arrangements. If he'll be back tomorrow, I can wait until then."

"Perhaps you'd like to see the facilities?" Cecil picked up the telephone on his desk and ordered tea. "Meg will bring it in a few moments. We'll just chat a bit. If I can tell you anything about Wicklow, I'll be glad to do so. You're making a wise decision to send your horses here. As a new farm owner, you need to establish yourself with a winning season. I know the Beltene horses. Excellent stock. They just lack training and exposure." He smiled broadly.

Gritting her teeth at the insult, Catherine smiled. "I believe you're absolutely correct." She wanted him out of the room long enough for her to search for the racing contract. But she didn't know how to go about removing him. It was obvious he was going to stick to her while she was there. Her apparent affluence had caught his attention— too well. Sudden inspiration struck.

"I've forgotten my papers in the front seat of the car. Would you excuse me for a moment?" She rose. "I'll be right back."

Before Cecil could protest, she made a swift exit. As soon as she got to the car she spoke to Familiar. "Make an escape now, and do your best," she whispered as she reached for the cat and put him on the edge of the seat. "I hope you're as smart as I think you are."

Familiar eyed the area. He took in the trees lining the parking lot, the stone walls perfectly edged and even, the stone building that was the office and the dark shadow of the barn behind. His eyes lingered on the slanted roof of the barn. It was an enormous building, stretching east and west with one wing extending south.

With perfect grace, he sprang forward and ran toward the open window of a stall in the barn.

"Mr. Baxter! Mr. Baxter!" Catherine ran back into the office. She fled past the receptionist, who looked up too late to do anything more than make a garbled noise. "My cat has run into your barn. You have to help me catch him."

"Cat!" Baxter stood. He was perfectly composed, but a small pulse beat at his neck. "What cat?"

"I had my cat in the car with me and he got out when I opened the front door."

"You brought a cat here from Ireland?" Baxter was incredulous. "How did you get him through customs?"

"I, uh, hid him. I didn't mean to stay here and I didn't think it would hurt." Catherine looked suitably miserable. "It was stupid, but I wasn't thinking. You see, he'd hidden in the car before I left Beltene. By the time I discovered him, I was halfway to Kildare. I couldn't turn around then. I simply didn't have the time. I only meant to come here, speak to Kent and go home."

Baxter said nothing, but his look confirmed the thought that he agreed with her. She didn't think, but probably because she couldn't. She was a bird. A rich bird, but a bird nonetheless.

"Where did he go?" he asked.

"The barn."

He picked up the receiver of his telephone and pressed one button. "Meg, call some of the grooms together. We have to catch a stray cat in the southern wing of the barn." When he looked up at Catherine, his face was composed.

"I'm terribly sorry." Catherine stood in the center of his office wringing her hands. "What can I do? I— " She broke down into tears.

"Have a cup of tea," Baxter said, rising to the occasion. "We'll catch him. Don't worry. We'll get him safely."

"Oh, thank you." Sinking into a chair, Catherine pulled a tissue from her purse. In a final move, she turned the purse upside down, spilling the contents over the floor. "Oh, damn! Look what I've done. I'm such a fool, such a clumsy fool. My father always said I was fumble-fingered."

"I'll see to the cat," Baxter said. To his immense relief, Lucy brought in a tea tray. He nodded for her to leave it and get out of the room. As soon as she was gone, he spoke to Catherine. "Have a cup of tea and pull yourself together." He tried not to stare at the tubes of lipstick, the change and pens and paper clips that were all over the floor of his office.

"I'm such a fool!" Catherine sobbed.

"A cup of tea will soothe you," Baxter said softly. "I'll find that cat and return shortly." He left before she could say anything more.

Catherine wasted no time gathering her belongings and stuffing them into her purse. Then she went to the files. Her fingers moved quickly through the alphabetical listings until she came to King's Quest. Inside the file was the stallion's registration papers, photographs, his lineage and the racing agreement. The yellow pages of the document were identical to her own. The original had to be at the track, and she could only pray that Patrick would be successful in his attempt to retrieve it.

She pulled the papers from the file, stuffed them in the pocket of her skirt and returned to the floor, pretending to search for her lipsticks. There was something else in the file drawer she'd seen, but she was afraid to risk looking at it. She'd gotten what she came for, and she didn't want to push her luck. Still…She reached for the cabinet to pull herself to her feet.

"Mr. Baxter said you'd spilled your purse." Meg, the young secretary, stood in the doorway. She was obviously miffed by the uproar Catherine had created at Wicklow.

"I have it now," Catherine told her. She walked forward on her knees, pulled her last lipstick from under a chair and finally got to her feet. All of her things were bulging out of her purse. "This has just been a disaster. Maybe I should go help them with that cat."

"He seems to be eluding them." Meg frowned. "Shouldn't you keep him on a leash or something?"

"I shouldn't have brought him with me," Catherine agreed in her most contrite voice. "It was very foolish of me. The truth is, he was in the car and I was halfway here before I noticed. I couldn't just throw him out on the side of the road, you know."

"I should hope not." Meg was offended by the mere suggestion. "Perhaps in the future you might check your car before you decided on a cross-country trip."

"Of course." Catherine forced her voice to sound meek and repentant, but her green eyes snapped with displeasure. The secretary was something else, quite a little bossy thing. Catherine took in the tight red dress, the high heels, the rounded hips. Looking up at Meg's face, she saw the perfect skin and big blue eyes, all framed by blond hair. So, that was the way of it. Meg could afford to act arrogant. She was sleeping with the boss.

"Shall I pour your tea?" Meg asked, implying that Catherine would undoubtedly wreck the china.

"That would be lovely," Catherine answered. "I'll bet you're quite expert at performing the little services that make the day go by so pleasantly for Kent." She spoke in the most innocent of voices, but the other woman did not misread her intentions.

She paused, teapot in midair, and really looked at Catherine.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" The condescending note was gone from her voice. In its place was a calm, pleasant, professional voice.

"Nothing." Catherine picked up the fine china. "I'll take my cup of tea to the barn and help look for Familiar. I'm certain Kent won't mind. After all, he's dragged enough of my china and crystal about Beltene while inspecting horses there." She refilled her cup, stirred in another sugar and got up. Meg made no peep of protest.

Catherine wasn't certain, but she saw a door that looked as if it might lead to the barn. Teacup in hand, she opened it and walked into another office. Two men were sitting at desks, bent over papers. She nodded, walked past them to another door. Opening it, she smelled leather and hay, liniment and horse.

"Familiar!" She walked into the barn, aware that several grooms had paused to look at her. She was ridiculously overdressed and overjeweled. But Wicklow wasn't Beltene, and she realized she didn't really care what Kent's grooms and trainers thought of her. The papers in her pocket told her well enough that she'd have no business with Wicklow in the future.

"Is it your cat?" one short man asked irritably.

"Yes, I'm afraid he is." Catherine had resumed her regular tone. There was no need to sound hysterical or foolish now. She'd gotten what she'd come for, and it had been easier than she'd ever dreamed. If she'd only had a little more time she might have found out many interesting things.

"If it were mine, I'd sight it down the end of a barrel. That blasted creature's been running right under our feet." He shook his head. "It's like he's playing a game with us."

"Kitty, kitty." Catherine called innocently. She wondered how much Familiar was enjoying himself. In all likelihood, he was having a blast making fools of all the humans who were chasing him.

"There he goes!" The cry went up at the end of the barn, and Catherine saw a small back figure dashing her way.

"Familiar!" She opened her arms wide and he sailed into the safety of them. "What a good kitty!" She kissed his head. "He knows who loves him."

Sweat was dripping off the tip of Cecil's nose when he ran up to her. His immaculate wool pants bore traces of hay. "He was in the loft, running above the horses' heads. We were afraid he'd drop into a stall."

"He's quick. The horses would never have stepped on him."

"It wasn't the cat I was worried about," Cecil said dryly. "He could have spooked one of the horses and caused an accident. We don't allow any animals in our barns. That's one thing you can rest assured about here at Wicklow."

"Oh, no companion animals?" Catherine looked around. "That's too bad."

"We simply can't allow it. The men have no time for such."

"Certainly." Catherine held Familiar lightly in her arms, teacup dangling off one finger. She waggled it at Cecil, releasing it into his care. "The tea was delicious, and thank Meg for all of her help. I guess maybe I'd better not stay around for a tour of the facilities. I'll go to my hotel and call Kent tomorrow. Maybe he'll have time to see me then."

"I'm certain he will." Cecil was regaining his posture and dignity. He'd wiped his face with a clean linen handkerchief and he brushed the tiny bits of hay from his pants.

Holding Familiar against her chest, she saw a barn door that would lead to the parking lot. She took it, bending once to kiss Familiar's head. "Quite the little rascal, aren't you?" she whispered. "You did an excellent job."

Once she'd driven out of Wicklow she stopped and checked the time. It was midmorning. She could make it home by early evening, maybe sooner, depending on the ferry to Dublin. She'd crossed once without any trouble with Familiar. Would she be so lucky twice? The black cat was asleep on the front seat beside her. Reaching out, she stroked under his chin and was rewarded with a rich purr.

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