Raven and the Cowboy: A Loveswept Historical Romance (42 page)

When had her daughter become so somber? Charlie wondered. When had the vibrance of her childhood been dulled by this dark, melancholy cloud? And worse, why hadn’t Charlie noticed? She drew in a breath. “Honey, are you all right?”

The whispers ceased. Jenny lowered her chin and tossed back her long, dark hair. She began brushing the horse. “I’m fine, Mother. I just came out to groom Bluebell.”

Charlie took a step into the stall. “In your silk dress?”

Jenny kept brushing.

Charlie reached out for her. “Honey—” She broke off as Jenny moved to the other side of the horse.

“With all the funeral stuff going on I’ve been neglecting the horses,” Jenny said clearly, not looking at Charlie.

“That’s why we have grooms. It’s their job to see to the horses.”

Jenny was silent. The sounds of her gentle strokes swished through the air.

“I thought you might be upset over Grandmother’s will,” Charlie said.

Jenny stopped brushing. “Why? Because Darrin got the house in the Hamptons? I’ve barely been there, Mother. I spend summers with Tess, remember?”

“I was referring to the jewelry. To the fact that she left it to Patsy.”

“Who needs jewelry? Tess says jewelry is a waste of money because the only people who enjoy it are the people looking at you. You can’t see it to enjoy it yourself.” She started brushing again. “Besides, I got an egg. At least it’s something I can see. It’s something I get to enjoy.”

Charlie wondered if Jenny was serious. Did Tess really feel that way? She thought of her old college friend, wrapped in long skirts and shawls, hair long and straight, face scrubbed of makeup. Yes, Charlie realized, Tess would have said that. Which was so ironic, because, unlike Charlie, Tess had been wealthy enough to have all the jewels she wanted.

The horse snorted. Jenny reached into the pocket of her four-hundred-dollar dress and pulled out an apple. She tucked it between the horse’s large teeth. Charlie stepped back.

“Can I pick out my egg today?” Jenny asked. “Can I take it to show Tess?”

A vision of Jenny’s suitcase being tossed into the luggage compartment of a bus came to Charlie’s mind. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

Jenny moved to the corner of the stall and began fluffing the bed of hay. “I’ll be careful with it, Mom.”

Charlie shook her head. “No. It’s too valuable.”

“It’s so dumb. All those eggs do is sit in that cabinet in the drawing room. Nobody hardly looks at them anymore. Nobody hardly
enjoys
them.” She kept her back to Charlie, busy with her work.

“No. And I’d appreciate it if you came inside now. You’re going to ruin that dress.”

Jenny tossed back her hair. “Can we do something tonight? Rent a movie or something?”

Charlie closed her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to make Jenny’s life the way Jenny wanted it. “Not tonight,” she answered. “Your father and I have a cocktail party to attend.”

Jenny didn’t respond, but Charlie noticed a flush of pale crimson sear her daughter’s pale cheeks.

“The party is business,” Charlie continued, though she knew it sounded weak, a halfhearted excuse. “A company from China.”

Jenny set down the horse’s brush. “I’d better finish packing anyway. My bus leaves at seven in the morning.”

“We’ll miss you.”

“Sure.” Jenny whisked past her mother and headed out of the barn.

Charlie remained standing in the stall. The horse nudged her side. She stroked its forehead. “What are we going to do with her, Bluebell?” she whispered. She ran her hand down the silky coat of the horse’s neck and thought of the tender, sensitive care that Jenny gave Bluebell. And then Charlie realized that Jenny—like the Fabergé egg she’d just inherited—was not only beautiful, but also very fragile. She wondered if, in a few years, Jenny would go to Smith. If she did, Charlie would have to insist that she not live off campus with Tess. Because whether her daughter liked it or not, the artsy, bohemian life that her old friend lived was simply not in Jenny’s genes.

Charlie slowly left the stall and went through the barn. She thought of Tess. She thought of Marina. And then Charlie wondered if what had seemed so right so long ago, had in fact, been very, very wrong.