"Roberts, Nora - Irish Hearts 3 - Irish Rebel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

"Her crime was age. She's nearly twenty. She'd been left stabled, and neglected. She was covered with nettle rash and lice. Her people just got bored with her, I suppose."
He didn't think when he stroked her hair. His hands were as much a part of his way of communicating as his voice. "How many do you have?"
"Eight, counting Sam, but he's too much for the students at this point."
"And did you save them all?"
"Sam was a gift for my twenty-first birthday. The others... well, when you're in the center of the horse world, you hear about horses. Besides, I needed them for the school."
"Some would expect you to stock thoroughbreds."
"Yes." She shifted. "Some would. Sorry, I have to feed the horses, then I have paperwork."
"I'll give you a hand with the feeding."
"I don't need it."
"I'll give you one anyway."
Keeley moved out of the box, rested a hand on the door. Best, she decided, to deal with this clean and simple. "Brian, you're working for my family, in a vital and essential role, so I think I should be straight with you."
"By all means." The serious tone didn't match the glint in his eye as she leaned back.
"You bother me," she told him. "On some level, you just bother me. It's probably because I just don't care for cocky, intense men who smirk at me, but that's neither here nor there."
"No, that's here and it's there. What kind do you care for?"
"You see-that's just the sort of thing that annoys me."
"I know. It's interesting, isn't it, that I find myself compelled to do just the thing that gets a rise out of you? You bother me as well. Perhaps it's that I don't care for regal, cool-eyed women who look down their lovely noses at me. But here we are, so we should try getting on as best we can."
"I don't look down my nose at you, or anyone."
"Depends on your point of view, doesn't it?"
She turned on her heel and marched away, focusing intensely on measuring out grain.
"Why don't we talk of something safe?" he suggested. "Like what I think about Royal Meadows. I've worked on farms and around tracks since I was ten. Stableboy, exercise boy, groom. Working my way up, hustling my way through. Twenty years means I've seen all sides of training, racing and breeding. The bright and the dark. And in twenty years, I've never seen brighter than Royal Meadows."
She paused, and her gaze shifted to his face before she began to add supplements to the grain.
"To my way of thinking, there aren't many people as worthy as one good horse. Your parents are admirable people. Not just for what they have, but much more for what they've done, and what they do with it. I'm honored to work for them. And," he said when she turned to him again, "they're lucky to have me."
She laughed. "Apparently they agree with you." Shaking her head, she moved by to start the feeding, and as she passed him he breathed in the scent of her hair, of her skin.
"But you're not sure you do. Though you don't seem to have much interest in the workings of the farm itself."
"Don't I?"
He studied the neatly typed list on the wall that indicated which supplements in what amounts were added for each particular horse for the evening feed. "I see your sisters and your brothers on a daily basis," he commented as he began to fix Teddy's meal. "Everyone in your family, down at the shedrow, or at the track, but you."
She could have told him the time and placement of every horse they'd run that past week. Which were being medicated, which mares were breeding. Pride kept her silent. She preferred thinking of it as pride, and not sheer stubbornness.
"I suppose your little school keeps you busy."
Her teeth clamped together, wanted to grind, but she spoke through them. "Oh, yes, my little school keeps me busy."
"You're a good teacher." He moved to Teddy's box.
"Thank you so much."
"No need to be snotty about it. You are a good teacher. And one of those rich kids might stick it out, rather than getting bored once horse fever's passed."
"One of my rich kids," she murmured.
"It takes skill, endurance, and money, doesn't it, to compete in horse shows. I don't follow show jumping myself, though I've found it pretty enough to watch. You might be training yourself a champion. The Royal International or Dublin Grand Prix. Maybe the Olympics."
"So, let's see if I get this. Rich kids compete in horse shows and win blue ribbons and those who aren't so privileged do what? Become grooms?"
"That's how the world works, doesn't it?"
"That's how it can work. You're a snob, Brian."
He looked up, flabbergasted. "What?"
"You're a snob, and the worst kind of snob-the kind who thinks he's broad-minded. Now that I know that, you don't bother me at all."
The stable phone rang, delighting her. Whoever was on the other end not only had perfect timing but they had her gratitude. It gave her great pleasure to see the absolute shock on Brian's face as she walked to the phone.
"Royal Meadows Riding Academy. Would you hold one moment, please." With a friendly smile, she laid a hand over the receiver. "Really, I can finish up here. I'm keeping you from your work."
"I'm not a snob," he finally managed to say.
"Of course you wouldn't see it that way. Can we discuss this another time? I need to take this call."
Irked, he shoved the scoop back in the grain. "I'm not the one wearing bloody diamonds in my ears," he muttered as he stalked out.
It put him out of humor for the rest of the day. It stuck in his craw and festered there. A nasty little canker sore on the ego.
Snob? Where did the woman get off calling him a snob? And after he'd made the effort to be friendly, even compliment her on her snooty little riding academy.
He did the evening check himself, as was his habit, and spent considerable time going over the prime filly who was to head down to Hialeah to race there. Travis wanted Brian to go along for this one, and he was more than happy to oblige.
It would do him a world of good to put a thousand miles or so between himself and Keeley.
"Shouldn't be looking in that direction, even for a blink," he muttered, then nuzzled the filly. "Especially when I've got a darling like you in hand. We'll have us a time in Florida, won't we, you and me?"
"Poker game tonight," one of the grooms called out as Brian left the stables. He added an eyebrow wiggle and a grin to the announcement.