The MacGregor Grooms (11 page)

And, he thought with pride, his grandfather’s knack for gambling.

He had plans for young Duncan, oh indeed, he did. But one thing at a time.

Duncan angled his head and flashed his quick and cocky smile as he sniffed the air. “What, no cigar?”

Instantly, Daniel pokered up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No.” Wise to the ways of The MacGregor, Duncan sat in the deep chair across from the desk, stretched out his long legs and slipped a cigar out of his pocket. Watching Daniel, he ran it under his nose, drawing in the scent.

“Now then.” Daniel’s face glowed with a delighted smile. “There’s a lad.”

“It’s mine.” Duncan clamped the cigar between his teeth, his shrewd dark eyes dancing. “But I might share if you tell me what the hell you’re up to.”

“I’m not up to a thing. Just waiting to greet my oldest and dearest friend, and her goddaughter.”

“The goddaughter.” Duncan took the cigar out of his mouth and pointed with it. “Who, I’m sure, is single, of marriageable age. Strong stock, Grandpa? Good blood?”

“And if she is?”

“I’m not interested.”

Better and better, Daniel thought, and smiled slyly. “She’s a fine lass, Duncan. Pretty as a picture. You’d make fine babies between you, which is something you should be seeing to. Boy of your age—”

“Just put it out of that canny mind of yours, MacGregor.” Duncan popped the cigar back in his mouth, pleased to have seen through his grandfather so quickly and easily. “I’m happy just as I am—and I’m having a fine time sampling pretty ladies. I can find my own woman.”

“And you’ve been finding too many of them, puttering around on that gambling boat. Up and down the river, going nowhere.”

“Have you seen the latest accounts? The
Comanche Princess
is a very profitable lady. And the only one who holds my heart.”

“Aye, I’ve seen them. You know what you’re about, Duncan Blade, but what you need is a wife beside you and babies at your feet. Now this lass who’s coming to visit has a good head for business herself. I expect to see …” He trailed off as a movement outside caught his eye. “Ah,” he said as he turned back to the window. “Here they are now. You go down and make your how-do-you-dos.” Daniel wiggled his brows. “And see if I haven’t picked out a fine one for you.”

“I’ll go down.” Duncan unfolded himself lazily. “But don’t buy the orange blossoms.” He held out the cigar, then grinning, wiggled his fingers, twisted his wrist and made it vanish before Daniel could take it.

“Smart aleck,” Daniel muttered, then grinned fiercely as Duncan walked out. “You’re just what we need to get your cousin moving.”

Humming the wedding march, he went down to greet his guests.

*   *   *

It couldn’t have been more perfect, Daniel decided a few hours later. Duncan fell easily into pattern and flirted charmingly with Layna, made her laugh. It was a fine thing, too, that they were easy together, as they’d be cousins before much more time had passed.

He expected his family to be a loving and happy one.

“Duncan, take the girl out in the gardens. You like flowers, don’t you, lass? We’ve fine ones.” Daniel continued beaming at Layna. “They show off particularly well at sunset.”

“He’s right about that.” Duncan rose, sparing one withering look for Daniel before turning to smile at Layna. “Want to walk?”

“I’d love to. Thanks.”

Anna waited until they’d gone out the side door, then leaned forward in her chair. “You can get that smug look off your face, Daniel. Those children aren’t the least bit interested in each other in the way you’d like. And they couldn’t be less suited.”

He barely resisted winking at Myra when his old friend muffled a chuckle. “They look fine together.”

“Of course they do.” Exasperated, Anna threw up her hands. “They’re both attractive young people, but your meddling’s doomed to failure this time. And if you try to push those two together, Daniel, I’ll stop you.” She lifted a finger before he could bluster. “They’re not right for each other. Any fool can see that poor girl isn’t happy.”

“Well, she’d be happy enough if she wasn’t so stubborn.” Daniel sniffed. “Needs to think with her heart for a change—like someone else I knew more than sixty years ago. And we’ll see if she isn’t smiling when she leaves here in a few days.”

After those sixty-plus years, Anna knew when to stop beating her head against the stone wall of Daniel’s determination. She turned to her friend. “Myra, surely you can see that this is a mistake for Layna.”

“I just want her happy, Anna. The child is just waiting to open her heart.”

“Not to Duncan,” Anna said firmly. “You saw for yourself the way she and D.C. looked at each other. If she’s not in love with him, she’s well on the way—and the two of you shoved them together hardly more than a month ago. Putting Duncan, who can charm the stars from the sky, in her way just now is a disaster waiting to happen.”

At Myra’s burst of laughter, Anna’s eyes narrowed. She took a deep breath and shifted her gaze from her husband to her friend. “Oh, what have the two of you done?”

“Just set a stage, so to speak,” Daniel told her. “And D.C. will be walking onto it tomorrow.”

“D.C’s coming?” Anna shut her mouth, sat back, considered. Then she nodded. “Good.”

“Good?” Having braced for a lecture, Daniel goggled at her. “Good, you say?”

“Yes, I do. For once I agree with you. Though I don’t approve of your tactics, Daniel, and we’ll discuss that later.” A smile tugged at her lips. “It’s going to be a very interesting couple of days.”

The last thing D.C. expected to see when he stepped out of his car in front of the fortress The MacGregor had built on the cliffs over the restless sea was his cousin with his arm slung companionably around Layna’s shoulders.

The misery that had dogged him all along the trip north turned abruptly and viciously to bright green fury.

Layna’s hair was windblown, her cheeks flushed. He imagined they’d just come from a walk on the cliffs, and the image infuriated him. Even as he watched them, Layna stopped, stared, and that pretty color that had glowed in her cheeks drained.

“Hey.” Delighted, Duncan grinned and moved forward to give D.C. a hard hug and a slap on the back. “I didn’t know you were heading up.”

“Obviously. What the hell is this?” His eyes, sparking with blue fire, stayed on Layna.

“I—I came up with Aunt Myra for a few days. I had no idea you’d be here.”

“You left town without a word.”

“I said I was going to take a few days.”

“I didn’t know where the hell you were.”

“It was a quick decision.” She straightened her shoulders. “My decision.”

“I take it you two know each other,” Duncan put in.

“Shut up. This is between me and Layna.”

“There’s nothing between us,” she shot back. “Excuse me, Duncan.” She turned and rushed up the steps.

“Got a minute?” Duncan asked, neatly stepping into D.C.’s path before his cousin could bolt after Layna. The picture had snapped clear in his mind. Grandpa, you wily old bastard, he thought with amused affection, and decided the least he could do was play out his part.

“Get out of my way.” D.C.’s hands fisted at his sides. “And keep your hands off her or I’ll break you in two.”

Duncan lifted a brow and his smile turned sharp. “Oh, we can go a round, D.C. We’ve been there before. But why don’t we make sure we know why we’re pounding on each other first?”

“She’s mine.” He jabbed a finger into Duncan’s chest. “That’s all you have to know.”

And that, D.C. realized, was all he’d had to know himself. She was his. That was that.

“Really? Didn’t look to me like she knew that. I guess Grandpa doesn’t know it either, since he’s picked her out for me.” It would be worth a sore jaw, Duncan thought as he watched D.C.’s teeth clench, to see his cousin on the hot seat for a while.

“The hell he did.”

“He thinks we’ll suit,” Duncan said easily. “He could even be right. She’s gorgeous, smart, easy to talk with. Then there’s that sexy laugh.” He barely blinked when D.C. grabbed him by the shirtfront and hauled him to his toes. It would be wise, Duncan supposed, to remember his cousin outweighed him by
a good thirty pounds.

“Have you touched her?”

“I don’t generally paw women I’ve known less than a day. But if you want to put up the boundaries, cousin, you’d better do it fast. You want to put the moves on her, fine, just—”

He had the rest of the words shaken back down his throat, and wondered if playing his grandfather’s game was going to land him in the hospital.

“I’m not putting moves on her, you stupid son of a bitch. I’m in love with her!”

“Why the hell didn’t you say so?” Duncan shouted back at him, and noting that his cousin looked as though he’d just suffered a blow to the head, he shoved his way free.

“I just figured it out.”

“You’d be smarter to tell her than to stand here fighting with me over it.” Duncan brushed a hand down his shirt to smooth it. “I’m a damn innocent bystander.”

“Fighting with you is easier.” Jamming his hands in his pockets, D.C. stalked into the house.

He found them in what the family called the Throne Room in honor of the huge chair where Daniel sat to preside over gatherings. It appeared this gathering was a very civilized afternoon tea. The moment he strode in, fury still vibrating around him, his grandmother rose and hurried toward him.

“D.C.! What a lovely surprise. It’s so good to see you.”

“I told Grandpa I was coming up to paint for a few days.”

“That you did.” Daniel beamed fiercely from his chair. “Forgot to tell you, Anna. All this excitement. Well, come in, come in. Maybe now that you’re here these women will let me have some whiskey in my tea. Where’s your cousin?”

“Outside. Layna, I’d like to talk to you.”

She had her composure back, barely. “Certainly,” she said, and continued to sip her tea.

“Privately,” he said between his teeth.

“It’s not convenient now. Mrs. MacGregor, these scones are marvelous.”

“Thank you. They’re one of our cook’s specialties.” Anna rolled her eyes at Daniel before she took her seat again. “D.C., they’re your favorite. Shall I fix you a plate?”

“No, I don’t want anything. That’s wrong—I do. I want something very much. Layna, will you come outside with me, or am I going to have to carry you out?”

She sent him a level look over the rim of her cup. The bite D.C. loved was back in her sea-siren eyes. “I suggest you sit down and have some tea. When we’re finished, if you have something to say to me, I’ll be happy to listen.”

“You want me to sit down and have tea? You want me to sit down and have a nice cup after I come across you hanging all over my cousin?”

She set her cup down with a snap. “I was not hanging all over anyone.”

“I’m forced to agree,” Duncan said in cheerful tones as he strolled in. “But I had hopes. Scones?” Delighted, he pounced on the tea tray and helped himself.

“I told you to keep out of it, or I’ll break that pretty face of yours.”

Shocked, Layna gaped, then surged to her feet as Anna calmly poured more tea. “How dare you cause a hideous scene, threaten Duncan, embarrass me and upset your family this way?”

“Let him have it, lass,” Daniel shouted, thumping a fist on the arm of his chair.

“I wouldn’t have caused a scene, threatened, embarrassed or upset anyone if you’d come outside when I asked you to. It’s your hard head that’s put us here in the first place.”

“Now we’ll add insults.” Eyes slitted dangerously, Layna stepped forward. “I wouldn’t be here if I’d known you were coming. And since this is your family home, I’ll be the one to leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere until we finish this.”

“There, we agree. Excuse us,” she said grandly, then stalked out of the room.

“Outside,” D.C. muttered, grabbing her arm to steer her to the door.

“Take your hands off me, I can get there on my own.” She jerked free, then yanked the door open herself. “I thought you’d already humiliated me as much as anyone could be humiliated. Now I see I was wrong. You’ve topped it.”

She kept going, stalking over the long slope of yard, unaware that inside the house four people had made a beeline for the windows.

“You’re humiliated? You? How do you think I felt when I come to visit my grandparents and find you snuggled up with my cousin?”

She whirled on him. “In the first place, I was not snuggled up with anyone. I was having a perfectly innocent walk with a very nice man. And it’s none of your business what I do and with whom I do it.”

“Think again, baby,” he said much too quietly.

“I have thought, which is exactly what I told you I intended to do. And I’ve decided that whatever we’d started between us is going to stop.”

“In a pig’s eye.” He snatched her up, fisted a hand in her hair to yank her head back, and took out his frustration on her mouth.

“We shouldn’t be watching this,” Anna murmured, even as she shifted at the window for a better view.

“Ah, but look at them, Anna.” With a tear in the corner of his eye, Daniel draped an arm over her shoulder. “It couldn’t be more right.”

“He’s hooked,” Duncan muttered, and bit into another scone. “Pitiful.”

“Your time’s coining, laddie,” Daniel warned.

“Not if I can help it.” Confident in his evasive skills, Duncan polished off the scone and watched his cousin take the fall.

The kiss changed, heat sliding into warmth. A warmth that undid her. “Don’t.” Even as she murmured it, Layna skimmed her hands over his face. “Don’t do this. It’s not the answer.”

“It is when my heart’s in it. Layna.” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Can’t you see you’re holding my heart?”

Because suddenly she could see it, right there in his eyes, her own heart stuttered. “I can’t do this. I don’t know how. It changes everything. Let me go, D.C.”

“I thought I could. I wanted to be able to.” He did release her, so that they could stand facing each other. The wind whipped through his hair, sent it dancing. “Do you think you’re the only one who had plans, who thought they knew exactly where they wanted to go and how to get there? I didn’t want this. I didn’t want you. Now there’s nothing else but you.”