will have to start without me.” Bard often acted as honorary whipper-in for the Mosby Hunt, and the thrill of the chase was one of the primary joys they shared.
“You make me sound shallow.”
“Then tell me why you want me there.”
His angry tone intensified. “What’s the point? You’ve obviously made up your mind. I’m the bad guy here. I tried to get help for you, and you rejected it. I asked you to come home, and now you want me to grovel.”
She lowered her voice to counteract his. “I don’t want you to grovel. I just want you to realize there’s no point to my going back to Millcreek except to keep people from talking. You can visit me here anytime you want. You can visit Callie.”
“That’s not a marriage.”
She wondered what exactly he would miss. Sex? She couldn’t imagine Bard making love to a woman who was less than perfect. But even if she was wrong, sex was only a small part of their marriage. For all his masculinity, he was a man who seemed to need little, and she had never insisted on more.
“What is a marriage?” She was genuinely curious to know his answer.
“What’s the point of this?”
“You have very little time for your family. If anything, this will give you an excuse to work longer hours.”
“You never complained before. Is that what this is about? You’re getting back at me for making money to support you?”
“Bard, you could support a harem. Already. Let’s be honest. You work because you love it. You have to work. You have too much energy to sit still for more than a minute.”
“And you never asked me to slow down. Maybe you liked it that way. You didn’t have to put up with me as often. You didn’t have to give up your dreams of another man!”
She was stunned as much by his words as his vehemence. “That’s not true!”
“No? You think I haven’t noticed how cold you are? You think I don’t know why? And you think I don’t know how much you hate it when I try to be a father to Callie? My name’s on her birth certificate, but as far as you’re concerned, I don’t have any real right to put my stamp on her. She’s your kid. Yours and a murderer’s.”
“Keep your voice down!”
“Oh, that’s right. Nobody’s supposed to know.”
“I have never tried to keep you from spending time with Callie.”
“As long as I spend it the way you want me to. You direct every facet of our lives, Julia. You have, right from the beginning. And you call me controlling!”
For a moment she felt dizzied by regrets. They had been married nearly nine years, and he had never expressed any of this. She had tried to be a good wife. She had not allowed herself to mourn for Christian Carver. She had believed her profound gratitude to Bard had quietly turned to affection. She knew his faults and limitations, but she knew her own, as well. She had believed that their marriage, even though it was built on a secret, was solid.
“She has never been my child.” His tone was bitter. “You’ve never let her be my child. I’m as much your prisoner as Christian is the state’s.”
She was suffused with guilt, even though she didn’t know if it was deserved. Her head was ringing with his words. “If you’re trying to make me come back to Millcreek, you’re your own worst enemy. We shouldn’t be living together. Not with all this between us.”
“We aren’t going to fix anything with you living here. It’s the next step toward a divorce. Is that what you want?”
She was saved from having to answer by Callie’s voice floating up from the barn. She lowered hers again. “If you want to see Callie tonight, this is your chance. And we’ve said enough, don’t you think?”
“Not nearly.”
“She’ll know you’re here. She’ll see your car. You can’t ignore her.”
“Fine, Julia. I’ll go see her. But you stay here until Maisy comes to rescue you. For once, let me be her father without your help.”
“Bard…”
“Save it.”
A cool breeze fanned her side where he had been sitting, and leaves crackled under his feet. “Tell you what, if you can think of any reason to see me again, you know where to reach me. I’ll wait for instructions.”
She heard his footsteps on the cobblestone path. She lowered her chin and stared sightlessly at the ground.
Maisy watched her granddaughter run to her father, then stop several feet away, as if she was aware he might not want to see her.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Callie.” He nodded his head. He didn’t reach for her, but he didn’t move away, either. “Your mother said you were checking on Feather Foot. She’s doing all right in there?”
“It’s so neat. Jake works there every day, and he can keep her company while I’m in school. She has everything she needs.”
Bard looked at Maisy. “Sounds like you have my family all tucked in here.”
Maisy didn’t take the bait. “We’re glad to lend a hand.”
“I made a B on my history report.” Callie moved a little closer. “The one about Mosby’s Rangers.”
“That’s good.” He sounded neither critical nor enthused. Clearly his mind wasn’t on the conversation.
Callie tried again. “A B is good. It’s better than last time, right?”
“That’s not the way to look at it, Callie. A B is okay. An A would be better.”
Callie didn’t seem surprised. She made a face. “You mean I’m not supposed to be happy?”
“You can be happy.” He seemed to focus on her. “A B is good enough to be happy about.”
“Did you always get As?”
“Pretty nearly all the time.”
Her face fell. “Maybe I’m not that smart.”
Maisy was angry enough at this exchange to intervene, but his next words stopped her. “You’re smart enough to make me happy.”
Callie giggled. He stepped forward and smoothed her hair. “Walk me to my car.”
“Where’s Mommy?”
Maisy frowned. Where was Julia?
Bard turned to her. “Julia’s sitting in the garden. It’s getting colder. She’ll need some help getting back inside.” He started toward the black BMW, which was parked near the barn, and Callie tagged along beside him.
“He looks like he ran into a hornet’s nest,” Maisy said when Jake joined her. “He left Julia in my garden.”
“He’s a man with a number of strengths. Dealing with feelings isn’t one of them.”
“I want to slap him when he makes Callie ashamed of herself.”
“Maisy, he struggles. Anyone can see that.”
She felt reprimanded, and it wasn’t the first time. Lately she had felt the subtle sting of Jake’s disapproval more and more. “She’s just a little girl.”
“She’s a lot stronger than you give her credit for. They have to work out their own relationship.”
“I know that.” She sounded hurt, although she had hoped not to.
“Do you? You protect everyone you love. Some people would say you smother them.”