motivated,â she said.
âAccording to the stories my great-grandfather told, fooling the British was a mark of honor in the old days.â
She nodded before looking up at the sky again.
âSo have you decided what to do about Bryan?â he asked.
âKrissy wanted me to be his guardian. I owe her that and more. I have to respect my sisterâs last wish.â
Jay balled his hands into fists. That might have been Krissyâs wish, but it sure wasnât Bryanâs. âYouâre going to move him to Seattle?â
âThatâs where I live. Where my job is.â
âJust curious, but how many horses do you own there in Seattle?â
âNone, thank goodness! I live in a condo.â
He pictured shoulder-to-shoulder apartments with no room to breathe, and he shuddered as much for himself as for the boy. âSo thereâs a stable nearby where Bryan can board his horse?â
âNot that I know of. But Bryan wonât need a horse in Seattle.â
Jay moved a little closer and lowered his voice in frustration. âMiss Barclay, horses are that boyâs life. He lives and breathes for the chance to ride the trails in the mountains. Spot a bear. Or a mountain lion. Being able to see to a horizon thatâs farther away than the building across the street.â
She straightened her shoulders. âThe city has all kinds of advantages he doesnât have here. Heâll be able to go to museums, art galleries, hear a symphony orchestra. He can learn to sail on the Sound. Play any sport he likes. Itâs a wonderful place to live.â
His jaw was going to crack, he was biting down so hard not to tell Miss Barclay exactly what he thought of that kind of life for Bryan. âYou donât know a thing about raising a boy, do you?â
She backed up a step. âNo, but Iâm perfectly capable of learning.â
Pacing away from her, Jay struggled to keep calm. Krissy might have been reckless, but her sister was downright stubborn.
He circled back to her and got inside her personal space. âYouâre going to take Bryan away from all that he knows and loves and stick him in some condo with neighbors close enough to hear them brush their teeth?â Jay couldnât imagine any worse way to live, cooped up inside a building where he couldnât smell the sweet scent of spring or the biting cold of a real winter.
Not budging an inch, she planted her fists on her hips, showing more spunk than Jay thought she had. If she were a couple inches taller, sheâd be right in his face. In this case, that would be a bad thing. He might just kiss her, and wouldnât that fry her beans?
âI know there will be adjustments weâll both have to make, but thatâs what Krissy wanted.â
âAnd precisely what adjustments are you going make? Take weekends off so you can be home with Bryan?â He was guessing. He didnât know what her schedule was but he figured working at a hotel she had to work some crazy shifts.
Hooking her hand around the back of her neck, she hesitated. âI canât do that. Iâm the conference manager for the hotel. Most of the conferences are scheduled forââ
âFine. Then Bryanâll stay home alone. Heâs old enough. Of course, he wonât know anyone except you. Hope youâve got a lot of video games for him to play.â
She folded her arms across her chest. âAll right, I havenât worked out all the details yet. I just found out todayââ
His jaw muscle twitched. âHow big is your condo, Miss Barclay?â
âWill you stop calling me Miss Barclay?â she snapped. âMy name is Paige, and Iâm dealing with this guardian business the best I can.â
âOkay, Paige.â He shouldnât be pressing her, but the thought of her dragging Bryan off to Seattle really stuck in his craw. âYou didnât answer my question about