Irish Meadows (12 page)

Heavy footsteps had thumped the porch, and Gil had pictured James pacing like a caged lion.

“I vowed that my children would never know that type of hardship. That our daughters would marry well-respected, wealthy men with good standing in society. Like it or not, Gilbert is the son of a destitute laborer, doomed to a lifetime of struggle. I don't want that for Brianna.”

“What about what Brianna wants?”

Gil had held his breath, his fingers scraping the bricks at his back.

James snorted. “The girl is a dreamer. She wants to go to college to ‘expand her mind.' And then to marry a penniless boy. Where does she get such notions?”

Mrs. O'Leary's footsteps crossed the porch. “Our children are bound to make mistakes, James, and choose different paths than the ones we want for them. We can guide them, but we can't force our views on them.”

“Oh, really? Are you not forcing your religion on them?”

“That's different. I'm trying to save their souls.”

“You save our souls, Katie. I'll look after the rest. My decision stands. Brianna will marry Henry Sullivan.”

The last thread of hope had drained away then, leaving Gil limp. Mrs. O'Leary was the one person in the world who might have changed James's mind, but she had failed.

Fortunately or unfortunately—Gil wasn't sure which—Arthur Hastings didn't appear to share James's pessimistic opinion of the Whelan name. He'd been thrilled at Gil's change of heart and had eagerly offered him an entry-level position in the Hastings Bank and Loan Company. He'd also granted him permission to court Aurora. Apparently, Arthur didn't share James's reservations about having Gil as a potential son-in-law, perhaps due to the fact that he had no son to follow in his footsteps.

To that end, the Hastings family had invited Gil for dinner tonight at Belvedere, their summer estate. Mr. Hastings was sending an automobile for Gil promptly at six, which meant he needed to get cleaned up soon.

Gil shrugged off his useless ponderings and exited the stall, closing the latch with a soft clink of metal. Overcome with the need to hurry, he failed to see Brianna standing in the main corridor until it was too late. Gil's heart chugged to a stop, his feet rooted to the spot as he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation.

She stood blocking the exit, her arms crossed in a battle stance. Behind her, the wind whipped the dirt and straw in a swirling pattern past the open doorway. Ominous clouds scuttled across the sky, framing her like a picture.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Her words rang through the hollow space.

The speech he'd been practicing for just such an eventuality flew from his mind. “I've been busy.” He bent to pick up a coil of rope and loop it over a nail on the wall.

“Is it true?” Raw emotion swirled in the depths of her eyes.

He steeled himself to inflict the blow. “It is.”

Her hand shot to her mouth, muffling her cry. A shaft of pain hit his chest as surely as if she'd taken aim and shot him with an arrow, but he held himself rigid.

Her hand fell away, fisting against the blue fabric of her dress. “I want to hear you say it out loud.”

He wet his dry lips, careful not to blink. He needed to be strong, to convince her this was the only course open to them. “I have accepted a job at the Hastings bank. And I am courting Aurora.”

She swayed for a moment, but steadied herself. “Why, Gil?” Her tortured whisper hung in the air between them.

“I think you know why.”

“My father.” She spat the word with a venomous sneer.

He nodded. “You may not agree with him, but he's only looking out for you. He wants a better future for you, more than I can offer.”

She took several quick steps forward and threw out her hands. “Don't you understand? I don't care about money or social status. None of that will make me happy. Being with you will.”

Dear God, how do I fight such naivety, such passion
?
He yearned to gather her to him and never let her go. Instead, he had to make her accept the reality of the situation.

“Going against your father's wishes won't make you happy, Bree. It will rip your family apart. Create a rift that can never be mended. I can't do that to them—or to you.” He took a deep breath. “So unless your father changes his mind, this is the way it has to be.”

He knew the truth had hit home when her shoulders slumped and the light dimmed in her eyes. With an unbearable ache in his heart, he shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her. “I'll stay until your birthday, then I'm moving to the city for good. It will be better for everyone.”

He ducked his head to hide the moisture blurring his vision,
then pushed past her out of the barn. The rain had started to fall, fat drops soaking his shirt in seconds. Halfway to the house, Brianna's wail of anguish shattered the last of his control. His grief broke loose in a torrent that mingled with the rain streaming down his face.

He'd lost Brianna and he'd lost Irish Meadows—all because he couldn't resist the temptation of her kiss.

He deserved to be unhappy for the rest of his life.

C
OLLEEN
TAPPED
A
TOE
in time with the music, trying to pretend she was enjoying Brianna's birthday celebration. Not that her sister would even notice. Brianna had never looked more miserable in her life. Probably pining over Gil's impending departure—a surprising turn of events, to be sure.

Too bad Colleen had never gotten the chance to steal a kiss from Gil.

Colleen fanned her cheeks, which had warmed at the thought. She'd been fending off offers to dance all evening. After two uncomfortable dances with Jared, she'd claimed a leg cramp and moved to the chairs for the remainder of the night. Jared's indulgence in spirits, as well as his wandering hands, made her want to avoid his company altogether.

The fact that Jared had spent the last twenty minutes holed away with her father in his study had only added to Colleen's foul mood. Their private meeting could only mean one thing—Jared had asked for her hand in marriage. Waves of nausea twisted
Colleen's stomach. At one time, she'd actually entertained the idea of marrying him, but lately Jared's behavior had become more and more alarming, and she was no longer sure she wanted anything to do with him.

But Daddy would never turn down the chance for a union with their well-to-do neighbors. Colleen needed to come up with some indisputable way to get out of this relationship, once and for all.

She scanned the crowd, relieved that for once the knowing eyes of Rylan Montgomery were not aimed at her. Her gaze moved down the room and lit on Gil, standing in the corner with Aurora Hastings at his side, looking as depressed as she'd ever seen him. He hadn't gone near Brianna all evening—a curious event in itself. Normally on her birthday, Gil would lavish all sorts of attention on Bree. Perhaps the rumors were true and Gil had indeed started courting Aurora. If so, maybe the girl had put a stop to Gil's ridiculous fawning over her sister.

“What's wrong with Bree tonight?” Adam sprawled on the seat beside her. “She usually loves her birthday.”

Colleen glanced over at her brother, pleased to see that for once Adam hadn't overindulged in alcohol. His eyes were sharp, his speech clear.

Adam nodded toward Gil. “I'm guessing it has something to do with Whelan. Am I right?”

She shrugged. “Possibly. He's working for Mr. Hastings now and is moving to the city.”

“Hallelujah! There is a God.”

“Adam.” She swatted his shoulder. “Don't let Mama catch you talking like that.”

Adam's retort was interrupted by Daddy stepping forward and clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. The crowd ceased their chatter to focus on him.

“I want to thank all of you for coming tonight to help celebrate Brianna's eighteenth birthday.” Applause rippled
through the room. Daddy motioned for silence. “In addition to that momentous event, I have another happy announcement to make.”

Colleen stiffened on her chair, her heart pounding an uncomfortable rhythm.

“Any idea what this is about?” Adam whispered.

“None.” She gripped her fingers together on her lap. It had better not have anything to do with Jared Nolan.

“I am delighted to announce Brianna's betrothal to Mr. Henry Sullivan, son of our dear friend and neighbor, Mr. William Sullivan.”

Colleen sagged in relief as a surprised murmur wound through the crowd, followed by more applause. Her sister moved forward, unsmiling, to stand beside Daddy and Henry, her gaze fused to the floor. Never had Colleen seen such an unhappy-looking bride-to-be. Henry, on the other hand, beamed as he leaned over and kissed Brianna square on the mouth. At that moment, Gil pushed past Aurora and bolted from the room.

Colleen shared an arched look with Adam.

Interesting
.
Perhaps this betrothal, more so than Gil's upcoming departure, explained the distance between Brianna and Gil. Colleen straightened as a seed of a plan formed. With Gil so distressed, she had the perfect opportunity to take advantage of his pain, and at the same time, free herself from an equally intolerable situation. She just needed to work out the details in short order.

Colleen smiled to herself. Since when had that ever been a problem for the mistress of manipulation?

Gil inhaled the crisp evening air, then blew out a long breath. He'd come out to walk the grounds, hoping the soothing sound of crickets would calm his inner restlessness. Leaning against the top rung of the white fence that surrounded the O'Leary
property, he watched the moonlight dance over the fields. Not even such ethereal beauty could soothe his soul tonight.

His heart had shattered the moment Brianna had become officially betrothed to Henry Sullivan.

Though he'd been aware James planned to make the announcement tonight, nothing had prepared Gil for the searing pain that left him reeling when Henry had kissed Brianna right on the lips. Despite Aurora's questioning glance, Gil had to leave the room to keep his emotions in check.

Thankfully, the Hastingses announced their departure soon afterward, and once their motorcar had roared out of sight, Gil refused to rejoin the party and pretend to be having a good time. He craved the darkness, where his black mood matched his surroundings, where he could nurse his pain in private.

From the front of the house, the noise of the last few guests leaving made its way to Gil. The uncomfortable truth sat heavy in Gil's stomach like the overly sweet birthday cake he'd eaten. Tomorrow he would leave Irish Meadows and embark on his new life, away from the O'Learys, away from Brianna. After that, whomever Bree or her father chose for her to marry was none of his concern.

Then why did his fists clench with an overwhelming urge to hit something? To make someone else hurt as much as he did?

With a disgusted grunt, Gil pushed away from the fence and strode down the path toward the stables. He jerked open the door and entered the sanctuary, snatching a lamp from the hook as he went. The horses nickered and stomped in their stalls. Without thinking, Gil headed straight for Midnight's stall, not sure whether he would groom him or take him for a wild run.

The white star marking on the horse's dark head gleamed under the dim glow of the light Gil hung from an overhead hook. He opened the door and stepped inside the enclosure. Midnight gave a low neigh in greeting as Gil ran his hand over the silky
coat. Melancholy as thick as morning fog engulfed him at the thought of leaving his four-footed friend once again.

“How are you doing, boy? Better than me, I hope.”

“I'm sure
I
can find a way to make you feel better.”

Gil jerked at the feminine voice behind him. He whipped around to peer out the door, but the empty corridor mocked him. “Who's there?” He moved out into the open.

“Only me.” Soft footsteps rustled the stray pieces of straw on the floor.

His sharp gaze swung to the stall beside Midnight. Had Brianna followed him out here? A combination of dread and anticipation quickened his pulse at the notion of them sharing one last stolen moment together.

Instead, Colleen stepped out from behind the door. Disappointment crashed over him with the force of a hurricane.

“Don't look so overjoyed to see me.” She smoothed a hand down the bodice of her lemon-colored gown.

Gil frowned at her obvious attempt to draw attention to her physical attributes. “What are you doing out here, Colleen? You're not exactly dressed for the barn.”

Her lips curved up in a smirk. “I'm glad you noticed.” She sidled toward him, glancing at him from under her lashes. “I was beginning to wonder if you had blood in your veins . . .” She trailed a finger along the sleeve of his shirt. “Or ice.”

Gil forced his gaze to remain on her face and not move down the creamy skin of her throat to the accentuated curves below. “Whatever you're looking for, you won't find it here. You'd best get back to the house before your father misses you.” He took a step backward, wincing when the hard scrape of wood bit into his spine.

Colleen moved closer, effectively trapping him against the stall door.

As though reading his discomfort, she let out a low laugh. “I think I've found exactly what I need.”

Before Gil's brain could register her intent, Colleen pounced. Her arms locked around his neck as she fused her lips to his. Shock paralyzed his limbs, freezing him to the spot. With supreme effort, he controlled his reaction and allowed anger to take over. He grabbed her wrists and attempted to pry them off, but she clung to him like a bur on a horse's tail.

A sharp gasp echoed through the corridor, followed by the clatter of something skittering along the ground. Gil took advantage of Colleen's surprise to set her firmly away from him.

“That's enough.” He glared at Colleen, then swung around to see who had witnessed his humiliation.

Panic ripped through him, stealing his air. Brianna stood in the dim light like a fairy frozen in time. Tears stood out in her horror-filled eyes, her hand clasped over her mouth.

Regret and shame pooled in Gil's gut at the betrayal he saw on her face. He took a halting step toward her. “Bree, this isn't what you think.”

She shook her head, curls bouncing as she stumbled backward. “How could you? With my sister of all people?” On a strangled sob, she spun around and fled the barn.

Gil yanked his arm free. “Brianna, wait.” He sprinted after her, desperate to make her believe him. He couldn't let her think what she was thinking. Despite her head start, he caught up with her easily on the front lawn and pulled her to a halt.

“Let go of me, you brute.” Tears flooded her cheeks as she twisted in his grasp to flail at him with her fists.

He endured her glancing blows, doing nothing to stop them. “Let me explain. Please.”

“Explain what? I saw the whole thing.” Her chest heaved with rasping sobs.

He stilled her assault by wrapping his arms around her. Though she felt as rigid as a plank of wood in his arms, Gil reveled at the feel of her. The familiar scent of her sweet perfume encompassed him. “Colleen kissed me. I was trying to fend her off.”

“Liar.” Colleen's voice hissed near his ear. “A gentleman would never say such a thing about a lady.” She stood beside them, nostrils flared.

He'd been so consumed with Brianna, he'd forgotten all about Colleen. Now sharp anger rose in his chest. “And a lady would never force herself on a man.”

Colleen's hand shot out. The sharp sting of impact with his cheek made his eyes water.

“Don't ever speak to me again, Gilbert Whelan.” She picked up her skirts and stalked across the grass in the direction of the house.

His cheek throbbing, Gil kept hold of the still-struggling bundle in his arms. He couldn't let Bree leave believing he'd betray her like that, especially knowing her volatile history with her sister.

“Colleen ambushed me in the barn. Please tell me you believe that,” he said quietly.

She kept her face averted, her cheeks pink.

“I did not kiss her back, Brianna. Surely you saw that much.”

“You probably wanted to.”

When her lip quivered, it took every effort to keep from bending his head and tasting those lips again. The same ones that had haunted him these past two weeks.

He released one hand to cup her chin and raise her eyes to his. “The only O'Leary I have ever wanted to kiss, Brianna, is you.”