The Family Diamond

Maura wasn’t altogether sure what happened next, but seconds later she was sprawling on her back on the dusty ground with Spencer on top of her.

Spencer slowly eased away from her, breathing hard.

“Are you completely and utterly mad? Red, do you know how close those hooves came to that pretty little head of yours?”

“They weren’t that close,” she protested, refusing to acknowledge he was right. “And don’t call me Red.”

“I’ll call you Red if I damn well feel like it.”

Outraged, she opened her mouth to protest. But her words were forgotten when her gaze collided with his. When he slowly began to lower his mouth toward hers, her pulse went into overdrive.

“Don’t you dare—” she began.

“Oh, I dare,” Spencer said huskily. “You know, Red, I’ve wanted to do this from the first moment I set eyes on you.” With that, he covered her mouth with his.

Dear Reader,

Not only is February the month for lovers, it is the second month for readers to enjoy exciting celebratory titles across all Silhouette series. Throughout 2000, Silhouette Books will be commemorating twenty years of publishing the best in contemporary category romance fiction. This month’s Silhouette Romance lineup continues our winning tradition.

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The Family Diamond

Moyra Tarling

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MOYRA TARLING

was born in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. It was there that she was first introduced to and became hooked on romance novels. In 1968, she immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, where she met and married her husband. They have two grown children. Empty-nesters now, they enjoy taking trips in their getaway van and browsing in antique shops for corkscrews and buttonhooks. But Moyra’s favorite pastime is curling up with a great book—a romance, of course! Moyra loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 161, Blaine, WA 98231-0161.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Chapter One

Maura O’sullivan stood at the foot of the wooden stairs leading up to the veranda of the elegant two-storied ranch house.

The taxi had pulled away. There was no turning back. Suddenly, a feeling of apprehension and excitement scampered along her nerve-endings, and the courage and conviction that had brought her to California in search of the father she’d believed was dead, seemed to drain out of her.

The urge to call out to the taxi driver, to tell him she’d made a mistake almost overwhelmed her.…

“I thought I heard a car pull up.” At the sound of the deep masculine voice Maura felt her pulse take a crazy leap. She quickly corralled her misgivings and glanced up at the man who’d appeared on the veranda from the side of the house.

Dressed in faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Spencer Diamond was even more handsome than she remembered. Oozing confidence, and with a hint of arrogance in his step, he came down the stairs to meet her.

“Welcome to California!” He stopped in front of her.

“Thank you,” she replied as she met his steady blue gaze.

“Why didn’t you call from the bus station? I could have driven the wagon into town and picked you up,” Spencer said as he picked up the suitcase and bag at her feet.

“I don’t suppose you mean one of those old covered wagons, do you?” Maura asked, interest and humor lacing her tone.

Spencer held her gaze for a fleeting moment and instantly felt that sharp tug of attraction he’d experienced the first time he set eyes on Maura O’sullivan two months ago in Kentucky.

He smiled and shook his head. “Afraid not. Covered wagons are only permitted on the roads during Kincade’s annual Easter Parade or on special occasions such as weddings.”

“Oh…I see.” Disappointment echoed through her voice. “Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always wanted a ride in a real covered wagon, like the ones the settlers used when they made the trip across the country to California.”

“One of my father’s friends collects pioneer memorabilia,” Spencer told her. “Perhaps while you’re here I can arrange a tour for you, and maybe even a ride in one of the wagons.”

“That would be lovely,” Maura responded warmly.

“How was your bus trip?” Spencer asked as they climbed the stairs.

“Better than a wagon ride I guess,” she joked. “But long and tiring just the same.”

Spencer ushered her ahead of him, giving him the opportunity to study her. She wore a jean jacket and coffee-colored shirt and a pair of jeans that fit snugly, accentuating the rounded curve of her bottom.

A mass of coppery-red hair cascaded down her back in riotous disarray and framed a heart-shaped face he’d never quite been able to forget.

Not for the first time Spencer wondered at the reason for Maura’s complete change of heart. Two months ago, while he and his parents had been visiting a stud farm near Lexington, Kentucky, he’d happened to mention to a group of his host’s friends the difficulties he was having with one of his prize racehorses.

One of the guests proceeded to tell him about Maura O’sullivan, a local horse trainer, extolling her talents and the almost magical success she’d had working with troubled and abused horses.

Spencer had voiced his skepticism, but his host had assured him Maura O’sullivan could indeed work magic.

Later that same evening he’d come face-to-face with the stunning redhead and, deciding he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he’d told her about Indigo and invited her to his ranch in California.

He recalled quite vividly the scornful look she’d subjected him to, before none-too-politely tossing his invitation back in his face, repeating a few of the negative comments she’d undoubtedly overheard him make.

That’s why her call a week ago asking if he still needed help with his horse had come as something of a shock. But with little progress being made with Indigo, and an important race less than ten days away, he’d been hard-pressed to turn down her offer.

“You have a beautiful home,” Maura commented.

“Thank you. The stables are out back. I’ll give you a tour later,” Spencer said.

As they approached the front door it was suddenly opened and Maura instantly recognized the attractive, silver-haired woman smiling at her.

“Maura! I thought I heard voices. It’s so good to see you.” Nora Diamond’s greeting was warm and sincere, and Maura suddenly found herself enveloped in a welcoming hug.

At the unexpected embrace tears stung her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. “Thank you, Mrs. Diamond. It’s good to see you. You’re looking well.”

“Thank you,” Nora replied, stepping aside. “Please, come in. How was your journey? Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

“The trip was tiring, and thank you, I never say no to a cup of coffee,” Maura replied.

“Spencer, dear, take Maura’s suitcase up to her room.”

“Of course, Mother.” Spencer was already heading for the stairs.

Maura followed Nora across the tiled foyer and along a hallway past a large dining room and on into a bright, spacious kitchen.

A large wooden butcher block occupied the center of the room, and forming a U-shape around it, and all within easy access, was the stove, fridge and double sink.

The cupboards were painted a pristine white, and the countertop, in a contrasting slate blue, matched the large venetian tiles covering the floor.

The work area was well laid out and Maura especially liked the array of copper pots and pans hanging from the ceiling above the butcher block.

A round oak table and six matching chairs sat near a bay window that overlooked the veranda. Beyond that lay the garden, and in the distance Maura could see the rooftops of buildings and guessed they were the stables.

“What a beautiful kitchen,” Maura commented.

“Thank you. Please have a seat,” Nora invited as she crossed to the counter. “So tell me, how was your trip?”

“Very nice, thank you,” Maura replied politely. “I love watching the changing countryside.” She didn’t drive and hated flying. The two-day bus trip across five states had been a pleasant alternative.

Throughout the journey she’d been preoccupied with trying to formulate a plan of how she could arrange a meeting with her father.

Maura had only learned of her father’s existence a month ago. She’d been cleaning out a closet full of her mother’s things when she’d come across an old shoebox. Inside she’d found a variety of papers including an old journal written in her mother’s handwriting.

Intrigued, Maura had read the daily entries written by her mother at the age of twenty-one. But when Maura reached the entry describing in detail the warm summer day her mother met a handsome young man named Michael Carson, the tone and content of the journal changed dramatically.

They’d bumped into each other at the Bridlewood Country Fair, and from that day forward Bridget Murphy’s journal had been filled with the romantic musings of a young woman in love.

Maura soon realized that her mother and the young man had become lovers. But a month after their first meeting, Mickey, as her mother had affectionately called him, had returned to California. After his departure the journal entries had begun to dwindle until they stopped altogether.

Maura couldn’t help feeling disappointed that the romance hadn’t worked out. About to close the journal she’d noticed an envelope tucked between its worn pages.

The envelope written in her mother’s handwriting was addressed to Michael Carson, Walnut Grove, Kincade, California. The letter had been opened and read, but scrawled across the address were the words Return to Sender.

Inside was a letter her mother had written. It began:

“Dear Mickey…I’m going to have a baby, your baby…”

Stunned, she’d read the journal and letter again, noting the date on the letter was two months before she was born. Michael Carson was her father.

At first she hadn’t known what to do or where to turn. But after making a few discreet phone calls she’d discovered that Michael Carson still resided in the small California town of Kincade.

“What do you take in your coffee?” The question came from Spencer as he crossed to the table, carrying a tray with cups and saucers, cream and sugar. She’d been too distracted by her thoughts to hear his return, but his deep, resonant voice quickly brought her attention to the present.

Maura met Spencer’s blue gaze, and for several long seconds she knew exactly how a deer felt when it found itself trapped in the glare of headlights.

Her breath snagged in her throat, and a guilty warmth crept up her neck and over her face. Her heart reacted, too, knocking wildly against her ribs.

“Uh…sorry.” she muttered. “I was daydreaming, enjoying the view,” she said, flashing a nervous smile.

“Really,” Spencer commented. “From the way you were frowning, I’d bet my bottom dollar you were puzzling over something. A problem perhaps?” He held her gaze, almost as if he was trying to see inside her head. “Am I right?”

Maura swallowed to alleviate the sudden dryness in her throat. He was too perceptive, by far. And the fact that he had reservations about her was easy to see.

In truth she couldn’t really blame him. She’d been deliberately and unpardonably rude two months ago when she’d turned down his initial invitation to his ranch, but his arrogant behavior and skeptical comments had rubbed her the wrong way and she’d seen no reason to accept.

Her call asking if he still needed her help was a complete about-face, and she’d known as she talked to him she was the last person he’d expected to hear from.

The real reason she’d made the call was she’d remembered that the Blue Diamond Ranch was located in Kincade, California, the same town as the address on the letter she’d found in her mother’s journal.

“There’s that frown again,” Spencer teased, but Maura heard the slight edge to his voice.

“Spencer, dear, behave,” his mother admonished as she brought the coffee carafe and a plate of cookies to the table. “Maura’s probably weary from the long bus ride.”

Maura flashed Spencer’s mother a grateful smile.

“The coffee smells wonderful,” she said.

“Cream and sugar?” Spencer asked politely, as his mother filled three cups, then returned to the counter to replace the carafe in the coffee machine.

“Cream, thank you,” Maura replied, forcing herself to meet Spencer’s blue gaze. The glint of humor together with the infectious grin slowly spreading across his handsome features caught her off guard and sent her pulse skittering wildly.

“You’re welcome, red.” He poured cream into her cup.

Maura bristled at the use of the detested nickname. She dropped her gaze, stifling the urge to tell him not to call her “red,” knowing full well that to voice her displeasure would surely result in Spencer using the nickname at every possible opportunity just to annoy her.

Schooling her features, she glanced at him once more and for a dizzying moment Maura wondered if her heart had stopped beating. The air between them crackled with tension and something much more dangerous. Her heart restarted itself, beating at an irregular pace.

An emotion she couldn’t define flared briefly in those dazzling blue eyes before it vanished, making her wonder if she’d seen it at all.

“I thought your father would be back by now,” Nora commented as she rejoined them at the table.

“Where is Dad?” Spencer asked, leaning back casually in his chair.

“He had a few errands to run,” his mother replied. “He said he’d be back by four, but it’s nearly five. Oh…here he is now,” she added as the kitchen door opened and her husband appeared.

“Sorry I’m late, dear.” Elliot Diamond dropped a kiss on the top of his wife’s head. He smiled at Maura. “Hi, Maura. It’s nice to see you again. Did you have a good trip?”

“Yes, thank you,” Maura replied politely.

“Why are you late?” Nora asked her husband.

“Oh…I stopped by Michael’s place on my way home. I picked up a few groceries and put them in his fridge. He gets back from his cruise tomorrow, remember?”

“Of course!” Nora said. “Was everything all right over there?”

“Everything looked fine,” Elliot assured his wife before turning to Maura. “We’ve had a rash of break-ins in the area recently and so we try to look out for each other. Michael Carson is a neighbor and one of our oldest and dearest friends. Is that fresh coffee I smell?” he asked, moving to the counter.

Maura felt the blood drain from her face and her heart slam against her breastbone at the mention of her father’s name. Surely she’d heard wrong?

“Did you say your neighbor is Michael Carson?” Her voice seemed to come from somewhere far away.

“Yes,” Elliot Diamond answered as he poured himself a coffee. “He owns Walnut Grove, the adjoining property,” he went on. “He and his wife had been our friends for more years than I care to remember. He’s a widower now and has been for over a year. Do you know him?”

Chapter Two

Maura couldn’t breathe. Her chest felt tight, and she wondered for a moment if she was having a heart attack. To learn that her father was a close friend of the Diamond family was a bonus she hadn’t expected.

Realizing everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to respond, she gathered her scattered thoughts and with a calmness she was far from feeling forced air into her lungs.

“I’m sorry. It’s Mitchell, not Michael, who I was thinking of. Mitchell Carson was an old friend of my mother’s,” she quickly improvised, hoping she didn’t sound too foolish. “I haven’t seen him in years.” She smiled. “Your neighbor was on a cruise, you say? That must be a wonderful way to spend a holiday.

“I’ve never been on a boat or a ship. Well, that’s not strictly true,” she hurried on nervously. “I have ridden in a motorboat, but a cruise ship…that’s totally different.” She paused briefly for breath.

“I read somewhere that the cruise ships they’re building these days are as tall as some skyscrapers,” she soldiered on. She knew she was babbling but she couldn’t seem to stop. “Have you and Elliot been on a cruise?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact we’ve been on several,” Nora Diamond replied.

“Oh…where did you cruise to?” Maura asked, relieved that she appeared to have succeeded in smoothing over those awkward moments.

Though she longed to find out more about their neighbor, Michael Carson, the man who was her father, she decided it would be best to steer clear of the subject, at least for now.

Nora turned to her husband. “Our first cruise was to Alaska, wasn’t it dear?”

For the next few minutes Maura heard about their cruise experiences, and though she listened attentively and asked questions, beneath her outward show of interest her thoughts were in turmoil.

To add to her agitation she was intensely aware of Spencer’s penetrating gaze. He’d risen from the table and was leaning against the counter giving the impression of a casual listener, but there was nothing casual in the way his blue gaze remained focused on her.

She had the distinct impression he hadn’t been taken in at all by her stumbling attempts to redirect the conversation, or her interest in cruising. And the frown that darkened his handsome features confirmed he was still puzzling over her reaction.

Maura brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.

Her hostess was quick to notice. “Maura, my dear, you must be exhausted, and I’m chattering on about cruises.”

“I’m sorry,” Maura said. “I guess the bus ride made me more tired than I thought.”

“Spencer, show Maura to her room,” Nora continued. “You can relax for a while. Have a nap. Dinner is at seven.”

Maura rose from the chair. “Thanks for coffee.”

Spencer eased himself away from the counter. “If you’d like to come this way.”

Maura kept her smile in place and followed Spencer from the kitchen. He was silent as he led her up the oak stairs.

“The house is beautiful,” Maura commented. “Have you lived here all your life?”

“Yes,” Spencer said. “The Blue Diamond Ranch has been in our family for several generations.”

“Are all the neighboring properties horse ranches, too?” she asked.

“No,” he responded, but he didn’t elaborate on his answer as she’d hoped. The temptation to ask him about Walnut Grove was strong, but she kept silent. At the top of the stairs Spencer turned left. Halfway down the corridor he came to a halt.

“Your bedroom has its own bathroom,” he told her as he opened the door.

“Thank you.” Maura started to cross the threshold, but Spencer’s hand came out to stop her. “Do you know Michael Carson?” he asked abruptly.

Maura heard the hint of tension in his voice, and, careful to keep her expression neutral, she met his gaze.

“No, I’ve never had the pleasure,” she replied truthfully, ignoring the prickle of sensation darting up her arm caused, she knew, by his fingers resting on the sleeve of her jean jacket.

Spencer held her gaze for what seemed an eternity. He was searching her face for…what? She didn’t know. Her heart sounded like a drum-roll crescendo in her ears, and he was standing so close she was sure he must hear it.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” he said before turning and striding away.

Maura stepped inside the carpeted room and closed the door. She leaned against it for support and, taking several deep breaths, waited for her heart to slow to a more normal pace.

Her thoughts turned to her father and the fact that she might not have to wait too long to meet him. If Michael Carson was a close a friend of the Diamond family, it was possible he’d drop in for a neighborly visit.

Maura’s breath hitched and her pulse gathered speed at the prospect of meeting her father, the man she hadn’t known existed until a month ago.

She wasn’t surprised to learn that he’d been married. But the fact that he was now a widower simplified matters a little. Her trip to California had been impulsive, but she had no intention of creating any kind of problem for him.

Restless, she crossed to the stylish French doors leading onto a small balcony. Opening the doors she stepped outside.

The sun had already gone down, but a faint trail of pink tinged the darkening sky along with a smattering of stars. The air had cooled, and a breeze tugged at her hair. She sighed, welcoming the caress that helped calm the jittery excitement inside her.

Not for the first time she wished there had been a photograph of Michael Carson amongst her mother’s personal things, but other than the journal and the letter there had been nothing.