“He’s very bright. His standardized test scores are well above average for his age. But his grades aren’t very good, I’m afraid. Although I make sure he does his homework, I can’t force him to do the work he’s assigned during school hours. He doesn’t like his teacher and he simply won’t cooperate with her. I would hire a tutor for him, but he really doesn’t need that. He knows the material, he just won’t use it correctly.”
Scott watched as Jeffrey charged down a hill ahead of them, slipping and sliding down a grassy slope, his arms flailing for balance. “Where are his parents?”
“His mother died when he was four. His maternal grandmother took him in then. She’s a cool, rather distant woman. I only met her a couple of times, but I didn’t care for her. Still, my brother, Kirk—Jeffrey’s father—chose to leave Jeffrey with her until six months ago, when her health became so poor that she was unable to care for him any longer. That’s when Kirk brought him to Lightning Creek to ‘visit’ me. Three days later, he was off on another of his schemes and Jeffrey was left with me. We haven’t seen Kirk since.”
Scott frowned. “You mean your brother just dumped his kid on you without any warning?”
Blair checked quickly to make sure Jeffrey wasn’t within hear
ing distance. She didn’t want him to think of himself as dumped on her. “That about sums it up,” she murmured. “I had no idea Kirk intended to leave his son with me until the morning he left. He asked if I would mind if Jeffrey stayed with me for a week or two, and then he took off. I knew right then that I’d be raising Jeffrey until he’s grown.”
“I hate to criticize your brother—”
“Trust me,” Blair cut in, “you couldn’t say anything about Kirk that I haven’t already thought. He’s irresponsible, unreliable, immature and selfish. He’s a reckless dreamer, unwilling—or unable—to settle down and build a respectable life for himself. He’s very much like our father, actually. My dad was always pursuing some crazy scheme, though he never actually abandoned his family—not until he was killed. He had decided to become a demolition expert, you see. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very good at it. He blew up a condemned building—and himself along with it.”
Scott turned and leaned against a tree trunk, studying her with an intensity that made her self-conscious. She’d been trying to ignore the inconvenient attraction she felt for this man, but it wasn’t easy when he stood so close, his gleaming eyes focused on her face. “How old were you when your father died?” he asked.
“Nineteen, a sophomore in college. Kirk was twenty-one and living in Alaska at the time. Prospecting for gold, if I remember correctly.”
“Is your mother still living?”
“Yes. After Dad died, she moved in with her widowed sister in Arizona. Since then, she’s been living on investments from Dad’s insurance money. Her life has been much more peaceful since my father died, but she has never stopped missing him. For all his flaws, she loved him. As I did,” Blair admitted. “Unfortunately, my brother inherited all my father’s worst traits and very few of his better qualities.”
Scott glanced over at Jeffrey, who was investigating a small hole in the side of a hill. “How does the boy feel about his father?”
Blair sighed. “He idolizes him. To Jeffrey, Kirk has always been the exciting stranger who shows up unexpectedly bearing exotic gifts and telling adventurous stories and making extravagant promises. Jeffrey’s only seen Kirk a handful of times, but he has always dreamed of the day he would take off on an adventure with his father.”
“And you doubt that will ever happen?”
Staring bleakly at her young nephew, her heart aching for him, Blair moistened her lips. “Kirk didn’t even tell Jeffrey goodbye when he left this time. He took off before Jeffrey woke up, leaving a note that said, ‘See you soon.’ I begged Kirk to let me wake Jeffrey, but he said he wasn’t into goodbyes. He didn’t want to see the tears.”
“So he left you to deal with them instead.”
Remembering Jeffrey’s heartbroken sobs, Blair swallowed and nodded. “The best I could,” she whispered. “I don’t know how much comfort he found with me...after all, I was practically a stranger to him then. Every time I tried to put my arms around him, he stiffened and pulled away from me.”
Scott nodded, as if he understood Jeffrey’s behavior very well. Remembering his stay at the Lost Springs Ranch, Blair thought that perhaps Scott did understand—at least a bit better than she did. It was that possibility that gave her hope something positive would happen between Jeffrey and Scott this weekend.
“Do you mind if I ask one more personal question?”
She shook her head, thinking that Scott couldn’t really help if he didn’t know what he was dealing with. “What is it?”
“How do you feel about Jeffrey?”
Caught off guard, she blinked. It was something she hadn’t given a great deal of thought to, she realized uncomfortably. She’d been so overwhelmed by responsibility and worry that she hadn’t had time to analyze her feelings. “I...want him to be happy,” she said haltingly. “I want him to make friends and get good grades and have a successful future—unlike his father and grandfather.”
Scott shook his head. “You’re telling me what you want for the kid, but you aren’t telling me how you feel about him.”
Looking toward the young boy who peered so curiously into the dark hole, Blair bit her lip. She thought of the nights she’d stood over Jeffrey’s bed, aware of how small and vulnerable he was beneath his tough-guy act, wanting so badly to give him a better life than he’d had so far. The times she had ached to hug him and let him know someone cared about him, but hadn’t because she wasn’t sure he would accept her hug. “I’m...very fond of him.”
“Hmm. I see I have my work cut out for me,” Scott murmured.
Blair watched as Jeffrey grew tired of the hole and wandered off with his head down and his shoulders hunched. “Yes. He’s very angry about everything that has happened to him.”
Scott pushed away from the tree and gave her what appeared to be an oddly pitying smile. “I wasn’t talking about the boy just then.”
Before Blair could ask what he meant, he moved briskly away. “Hey, Jeff. Let’s walk down to the stream and see if we spot any fish to catch later.”
Blair stared after him for a moment in confusion, then had to hurry to catch up when the guys headed down the hill without looking back at her.