Country Brides by Debbie Macomber Page B

popped a piece of bread in the toaster. “She’s got a doctor’s appointment this morning and a teachers’ meeting this afternoon. She’s going to stop by later if she has a chance, but if not I’ll be seeing her for sure tomorrow.” Rorie intended to spend as much time as she could with Clay’s fiancée. She genuinely enjoyed her company, and being with her served two useful purposes. It helped keep Rorie occupied, and it prevented her from being alone with Clay.
    â€œWhat are you going to do today, then?” Mary asked, frowning.
    Rorie laughed. “Don ’t worry. Whatever it is, I promise to stay out of your way.”
    The housekeeper gave a snort of amusement—or was it relief?
    â€œActually, I thought I’d finish putting the data Clay needs for his pedigree-research program into the computer. There isn’t much left and I should be done by this afternoon.”
    â€œSo if someone comes looking for you, that’s where you’ll be?”
    â€œThat’s where I’ll be,” Rorie echoed. She didn’t know who would “come looking for her,” as Mary put it. The housekeeper made it sound as though a posse was due to arrive any minute demanding to know where the Franklin men were hiding Rorie Campbell.
    Taking her coffee cup with her, Rorie walked across the yard and into the barn. Once more, she was impressed with all the activity that went on there. She’d come to know several of the men by their first names and returned their greetings with a smile and a wave.
    As before, she found the office empty. She set down her cup while she turned on the computer and collected Clay’s data. She’d just started to type it in when she heard someone enter the room. Pausing, she twisted around.
    â€œRorie.”
    â€œClay.”
    They were awkward with each other now. Almost afraid.
    â€œI didn’t realize you were here.”
    She stood abruptly. “I ’ll leave…”
    â€œNo. I came up to get something. I’ll be gone in a minute.”
    She nodded and sat back down. “Okay.”
    He walked briskly to his desk and sifted through the untidy stacks of paper. His gaze didn’t waver from the task, but his jaw was tight, his teeth clenched. Impatience marked his every move. “Kate told me you’re involved with a man in San Francisco. I…didn’t know.”
    â€œI’m not exactly involved with him—at least not in the way you’re implying. His name is Dan Rogers, and we’ve been seeing each other for about six months. He’s divorced. The MG is his.”
    Clay’s mouth thinned, but he still didn’t look at her. “Are you in love with him?”
    â€œNo.”
    Lowering his head, Clay rubbed his hand over his eyes. “I had no right to ask you that. None. Forgive me, Rorie.” Then, clutching his papers, he stalked out of the office without a backward glance.
    Rorie was so shaken by the encounter that when she went back to her typing, she made three mistakes in a row and had to stop to regain her composure.
    When the phone rang, she ignored it, knowing Mary or one of the men would answer it. Soon afterward, she heard running footsteps behind her and swivelled around in the chair.
    A breathless Skip bolted into the room. Shoulders heaving, he pointed in the direction of the telephone.
    â€œIt’s for you,” he panted.
    â€œMe?” It could only be Dan.
    He nodded several times, his hand braced theatrically against his heart.
    She picked up the extension. “Hello,” she said, her fingers closing tightly around the receiver. “This is Rorie Campbell.”
    â€œMiss Campbell,” came the unmistakable voice of George, the mechanic in Riversdale, “let me put it to you like this. I’ve got good news and bad news.”
    â€œNow what?” she cried, pushing her hair off her forehead with an impatient hand. She had to get