A Family Found. Laura Abbot
to her yard. Looking up, she was surprised to see Tate Lockwood dismounting and then mortified that he would find her in her tomboy getup. There was nothing to do but stand up and extend her hand. “Tate.” He stood in front of her, his face impassive. “Forgive my appearance. I was not expecting visitors.”
He held her hand while she squirmed under his slow examination. For a moment, she thought he might be about to laugh. But he didn’t. “I thought I’d stop by to see your progress on the cabin. Nice chairs,” he said, turning to survey her handiwork.
“I expect to spend a great amount of time out here this summer, that is, when I’m not in the mountains. Belle Harper and I have grand adventures planned.”
He studied her closely. “Not...”
“Yes, Longs Peak, our ultimate ambition.”
“I know you’re not short on determination, but that’s a feat rarely performed even by the hardiest of men.”
“Granted.” She set down the paintbrush before adding, “Notwithstanding my appearance today, Belle and I are not men.”
“You certainly are not,” he said with what could be construed as a glimmer of appreciation.
“Pardon my manners. Please do come in and have a cup of tea and a slice of the pound cake I made this morning.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
While she busied herself at the stove, putting on the kettle for tea, she was aware of his scrutiny of the cabin’s interior. “Quite a transformation. It’s downright habitable.”
“I owe much of my progress to the Tylers and Harpers. They were a huge help.”
“Most of the valley folk are good that way.”
“But not all?” She set them each a plate of cake on the table, then turned back to check the kettle.
He straddled a chair and sat down. “Not all. For a time Lord Dunraven’s agent was intent on buying up the valley and forcing out the settlers.”
“Dear me.” Sophie took a seat across from him. “I had heard of Lord Dunraven’s presence and the establishment of his hotel and hunting preserve, of course, but I had no idea his ambition was so pervasive.”
“It was. However, it seems to be dissipating in recent months. Perhaps he’s lost interest in his toy.”
“The hotel may well be a good addition to the area, but riding roughshod over the settlers? I can’t abide that.”
“All the more reason for some of the rest of us to buy up land he may have his eye on. It’s not just an aesthetic matter. It also involves water and grazing rights. In fact, I have just come from looking over some land I intend to purchase. Being so close, I figured I’d check on how you’re doing.”
“I’m thriving. The next project is planting flowers and vegetables.”
“In between your mountaineering and gardening, I hope you’ll have time for this.” He reached in his pocket and withdrew a leather-bound volume. “It’s The American by a new writer named Henry James. I would like to know what you think of it.”
Dare she hope that in this remote place Tate Lockwood might be someone with whom she could discuss literature? “How thoughtful of you. I shall devour it with interest. Thank you.” She leafed through the book, then turned to Tate. “Your Marcus seems to be quite a bookworm.”
“He is. Prying him out of the house is difficult. However, you managed nicely on Wednesday.”
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