problems weren’t his. Time to back off before her nails drew blood.
“You’re right. None of my business.”
“I’m sorry. That was rude. Eden can be…difficult.”
“I imagine it isn’t easy having a stepmother.”
“Oh, she’s always been that way. She was Marcus’s nurse for years.”
“I didn’t realize your father was ill.”
“He’s not. Marcus was a doctor. Eden worked for him.”
Bram raised his eyebrows. “Was a doctor?”
“I don’t think he’s practicing medicine anymore. As you must have gathered, Marcus and I don’t have much of a relationship. I’m not looking forward to this particular reunion. Marcus didn’t know I was coming.” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter, but her fingers didn’t relax.
Bram frowned. A lot of things were starting to bother him about this situation. “So you inherited Heartskeep from your mother?”
“My grandfather, actually. Our family has owned this land since the Civil War.”
“Impressive, but I’m confused. If it belonged to your maternal grandfather, why is your father in charge?”
“He’s not. He just thinks he is.” She tossed her head, drawing his attention to her hair once more. “It’s a long story.”
“I don’t have any pressing engagements tonight.”
For a minute, he thought she’d clam up, and he found he really did want to know more about her. He told himself it was because his job might depend on it, but he knew that wasn’t the only reason. When she shrugged lightly, he relaxed. She wasn’t going to walk away quite yet.
“Family tradition has always passed the land to the firstborn child. My mother was an only child, but my grandfather didn’t like Marcus. He bypassed tradition and named my mother’s firstborn child as his primary heir.”
“That would be you?”
“Yes. Since my sister and I were minors at the time, my grandfather wrote the will so that we wouldn’t inherit until we were twenty-five.”
“Isn’t it usually twenty-one?”
“It’s whatever the person wants to make it.” She shrugged lightly. “My grandfather had a bad heart. He knew if something happened to him before we were old enough to stand up for ourselves, Marcus might create problems for us.”
Again she shrugged. Despite his best intentions, Bram found himself watching the quick rise and fall of her breasts. When he realized she’d noticed, he turned his back and made a production of cleaning away the remains of their meal.
“How did you get interested in working with wrought iron?”
“My father and his brother were both blacksmiths. I used to hang around the forge a lot as a kid, watching them.”
Since this was an uncomfortable reminder of his father’s illness, Bram quickly changed the subject. “What do you do for a living, Hayley?”
“I’m working as an assistant art buyer for a gallery in Boston.”
“Yeah?”
“What?” she demanded.
“What, what? All I said was, yeah.”
“There is nothing wrong with being an assistant art buyer. I happen to have a degree in art from Wellesley College.” She planted her fists on her hips.
“I never said there was.”
She lifted her chin. “I also have an MBA.”
“Impressive.”
“You’re laughing at me.”
“Nope. But for someone with two degrees, I sense a little defensiveness about being an assistant art buyer.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Marcus and Eden think I’ve wasted my education, but I’m learning the business. One day I plan to open my own gallery.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Are you an artist as well?”
“No.”
“That was an emphatic no. Did Marcus and Eden tell you that, too?”
Unexpectedly, she giggled. The strangely appealing sound filled the clearing.
“My art teachers did. They tried to be kind, but I’m utterly hopeless. Ms. Sang suggested the only canvas appropriate to my particular talents would be the outside of a building.”
“Ouch.”
Hayley grinned, unabashed. “She’s right. I’ve got a great eye for color and design, and I can spot a marketable piece of art a hundred yards away, but they have trained monkeys with more ability to create art than me.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Definitely. Did you design the front gate yourself?”
“Yes,” he said warily.
“Now that’s genuine, marketable art.”
She made it a pronouncement of fact.
“Why do I feel I should be shuffling my feet and saying, ‘aw, shucks, ma’am’?”
“Did I embarrass you?”
“Hardly. It’s a just a gate.” And a design he’d been working on for months.
“It’s art,” she said flatly.
“I seem to remember a threat to drive your car through some of that same art.”
He couldn’t tell for sure, but he thought she blushed again.
“I was annoyed.”
“I remember. Look, I hate to change the subject here, but what are you planning to do tonight if your father isn’t back yet?”
“I hadn’t thought about it. Where are you staying?”
Desire tightened his body. “Out here,” he managed to say neutrally. “You’d be welcome to join me, but I only have the one sleeping bag.”
Her eyes widened. Then, surprisingly, she smiled and shook her head, creating fascinating ripples in her long hair.
“Thanks, but I’ve got a nice comfortable bed inside the house.”
“With no electricity and a possible intruder for company,” he pointed out. He wasn’t sure if it was the idea of her going back inside that house alone, or the fact that she didn’t seem to view him as a threat anymore that bothered him the most.
