"Roberts, Nora - Irish Hearts 1 - Irish Thoroughbred" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

Adelia turned her attention to her uncle with a smile that transformed
her face into a work of art. "I'll be happy, Uncle Paddy, as long as
you're with me." Letting impulse guide her movements, she leaned over
and kissed his cheek.

"Ah, Dee, I'm glad you're here." He took her hand in a firm grip.
"You've brought the spring with you."

The car came to a halt, and Adelia turned to look out the front window,
her mouth falling open at what greeted her eyes. An oval track commanded
her view, and across from it stood a large white building, which Paddy
identified as the stables. Fences and paddocks checkerboarded the area
and the scent of hay and horses drifted through the air.

In solemn amazement she gazed about, and the thought sped through her
brain that she had not moved from one farm to another but from one world
to another. At home, the farm had meant the earth, with its blessings
and curses, a small barn in constant need of repair, a strip of pasture.
Here, the space alone made her eyes widen, so much space to belong to
one man. But as well as space, she recognized the efficiency and the
order in fresh white buildings and split-rail fences. In the distance,
where the hills began their soft roll, she saw mares grazing while their
foals frolicked with the joy of spring and youth.

Travis, Grant, she mused, recalling the name of the owner from Paddy's
letters. Travis Grant knows how to care for what he owns...

"There's my house." Now Paddy pointed out the opposite window. "Our
house now."

Following his direction, she let out a cry of pleasure. The first story
of the building was a large white garage, which she learned later
serviced the trailers and trucks used for transporting the
Thoroughbreds. Atop this was a stone structure, nearly twice as large as
the farmhouse in which she had spent her life. It was a miniature
replica of the main house, with the same native stonework and glistening
windows graced with balconies.

"Come inside, Dee. Get a look at your new home."

He led her down a narrow, crushed stone path and up the stairs to the
front door, opening it wide and nudging her ahead of him.

A bright, cozy room welcomed her, with pale green walls and a shining
oak floor. A brightly checked sofa and matching chair invited her to sit
in front of the raised hearth when the weather was cool, or contemplate
rambling hills through wide, sheer-draped windows.

"Oh, Uncle Paddy!" She sighed, making an inadequate but expressive