"What the…" Cole came to a dead stop when Adam gave him a hard shove.
"Put your damned gun away, Travis," Adam ordered.
"We heard a crash in here," Cole said. "I fell on the floor," Adam whispered. Both brothers looked incredulous. Travis was the first to smile. "You fell on the floor? How in God's name did you do that?"
"Never mind," Adam muttered. Travis elbowed his way past his brothers so he could see Genevieve. "Are you all right?"
"Of course she's all right," Adam answered. "What are you doing home so soon?" Cole asked. "Get off my foot," Adam snapped. Cole took a step back and then asked, "What are you doing in Genevieve's room?"
"It's my bedroom," Adam reminded him. "No one told me she'd be sleeping in my bed."
Cole smiled. "Well, now, that had to be a real nice surprise."
"Gentlemen, will you please leave?" Genevieve called out.
She was immediately sorry she'd said a word, for she'd inadvertently drawn attention to herself. All three brothers turned to her. She tried to scrunch down under the sheets and disappear.
Cole walked forward. "Adam didn't scare you, did he?"
The brother had almost reached the bed when she bolted upright. "Do you mind, Cole?"
He stopped. "Mind what? You aren't embarrassed, are you?"
"You've got your robe on," Travis reminded her. "And after living with us for a week, you've got to know you're perfectly safe."
"Is anyone hungry?" Cole asked.
"I could eat something," Travis said. "What about you, Genevieve?"
"No, thank you."
Adam gritted his teeth in frustration. He couldn't wait to get his brothers out in the hallway so he could give them a piece of his mind.
"You two haven't been properly introduced, have you?" Travis said. He crossed the room to stand next to Cole. "One of us ought to introduce them to each other, and now is as good a time as any."
"For the love of…" Adam began.
"Stop teasing your brother…" Genevieve said at the very same time. The laughter in her voice indicated she wasn't the least bit upset.
"This will only take a minute," Travis insisted. "Genevieve, I'd like you to meet the oldest and the meanest of the Clayborne brothers. His name is John Quincy Adam Clayborne, but everyone calls him Adam. Adam, I'd like you to meet Miss Genevieve Perry, who came here all the way from New Orleans, Louisiana. You should get to know her as soon as possible, since the wedding plans are already in the works. Good night, Genevieve. See you in the morning."
"Good night," she replied. Adam wasn't amused by his brothers' antics. He pushed Cole and Travis out into the hallway, pulled the door closed, and then demanded to know what Genevieve was doing there.
"Mama Rose invited her to come here," Travis explained.
"But that was over a year ago. Why did she decide to come to Rosehill now?"
Cole shrugged. "Maybe it wasn't convenient before or she had something else she had to do first. Does it matter?"
Adam shook his head. Now, he decided, wasn't the time to get into a long discussion. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"The guest room's out," Cole said, "unless you want to sleep with our nephew. Parker's teething, and he'll wake you up around four in the morning."
"Why can't the baby sleep in with his parents?"
"Mama Rose thought Douglas and Isabelle could use a little privacy," Travis explained with a yawn. "Genevieve's pretty, isn't she? And don't tell me you didn't notice."
Adam let out a sigh. "I noticed." He started down the steps, but Cole stopped him with a question. "What are you going to do about her?"
"I'm not going to do anything about her."
"She came here to marry you," Cole whispered. "At least that's what Mama Rose told us, and when she suggested a June wedding, Genevieve didn't argue."
"What a mess," Adam muttered. "I'm going back to bed," Cole announced. Travis followed Adam down to the foyer. "We really like her, Adam. If you'll open your mind to the idea, I think you'll like her too. She's got a great sense of humor, and you should hear her sing. She's amazing. If you'll only get to know her before you make any decisions, you'll-"
"I'm not marrying her."
"Adam, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"Why didn't one of you let me know she was here?"
"How could we let you know? You've been camping, remember?" Travis said.
"You had a week to find me."
"Why are you in such a foul mood? No one's going to hold a gun to your head and make you marry her."
"I'm going to bed."
He ended up in the bunkhouse. A half hour later, he was still trying to get comfortable on a narrow, lumpy mattress. He was too big for the bed. His feet hung over the edge, and he couldn't turn over without flinging himself to the floor.
He doubted he would get much sleep anyway, as thoughts of Genevieve kept intruding. He stacked his hands behind his head and thought about the situation. His mother's interference in his life was galling, and what in the name of God was he going to do about the mess she had created? Surely Genevieve didn't really expect to marry him just because Mama Rose had suggested the idea to her. Nowadays, most women balked at an arranged marriage, and what son in his right mind would let his mother choose his bride for him?
Adam knew it was going to be up to him to make Genevieve understand that marriage was out of the question. He would sit her down and have a long talk with her. Yes, that's what he was going to have to do. He would tell her that he had made his mind up a long time ago that he was meant to live alone. He was too set in his ways, liked solitude, and hated distraction of any kind. In other words, he wasn't husband material. Family was the only disruption he allowed. His brothers were rarely at Rosehill now, and since his sister, Mary Rose, had had the baby, Mama Rose spent most of her time with her new granddaughter. Mary Rose's husband, Harrison, had built a home on the edge of Blue Belle to accommodate the three women in his life, and Mama Rose much preferred town life over the isolation of the ranch.
Adam wasn't a recluse. There were always at least twenty hired hands to supervise, so his days were quite busy, and he didn't mind returning to the big empty house at night alone. In fact, he liked it. Admittedly, his life had become a little too structured and orderly to suit most people, but he was content, and that was all that mattered. When he was younger, he'd longed to see the world, but he'd given up on that foolish dream years ago and now traveled from one exotic port to another through the books he read. Cole accused him of acting like an old man. Adam didn't disagree with his brother's evaluation. He had always been happy with his life, and he would be happy again just as soon as he straightened out this misunderstanding.
He decided to wait until after the birthday celebration to talk to Genevieve. He would be kind, but forceful, as he explained his position.
Her expectations were unreasonable, and he hoped that after he'd had his say, she would realize he was right. He didn't want to hurt her, and he certainly wasn't looking forward to a confrontation. He wasn't a cruel man who took delight in breaking women's hearts, but he would do what was necessary to avert a disaster, no matter how distraught she became.
He hoped to God she wouldn't cry or become hysterical. Regardless, he would stand firm. Adam fell asleep convinced that eventually Genevieve would get over him.
Chapter Two
She couldn't possibly marry him, and just as soon as she could get him alone for a few minutes, she would tell him so. She wasn't in a position to marry anyone now, not with all the trouble hanging over her head, but she wasn't about to go into a lengthy explanation when she talked to Adam. She would simply tell him that marriage was out of the question. Then she would be on her way.