Aidan thought about the fact that she’d never seen Ross take a drink of alcohol. Now she understood why.
“He just left? At eight? Where could a boy of that age possibly go? How could he survive?”
“He hid out on the streets of Dublin. Learned from other lads where the best scraps of food could be found and where it was safe to sleep.”
“What about school?”
“He’d had little schooling when I first met him. I offered him money for saving my life. He refused my money, even though I could see that he was in desperate need of it.” Cullen stared down into his coffee. “There was something so noble about the lad, I found myself drawn to him. By then I’d acquired a great deal of wealth, and nobody to share it with. My search for Moira was going badly, and I needed something or someone on whom to focus. Getting the lad out of that miserable existence became my mission.”
“How did you persuade him to trust you?”
Cullen smiled. “It took a while, but I can be very persuasive when I’ve a mind to be. I brought him here and hired tutors to see just what he could do. To their amazement, and mine, we discovered that he had a fine mind and an inquisitive nature, and because he’d been on his own for so long, was far superior to most lads his age. He was soon excelling at academics, and I realized that he could do anything he set his mind to.”
“What about his family? Did he ever try to contact them?”
Cullen gave a quick shake of his head. “They’d abused and abandoned him long before he abandoned them. Why should he ever look back?”
Why, indeed? She mulled all she’d just been told about the fascinating Ross Delaney.
“And so, by some strange twist of fate, a street fight brought me the son I’d never had. And like a true son, he now shares my life.”
“That’s generous of you.”
“Not at all. He actually saved a drowning man. I’d been drowning in self-pity. Even though I’d already amassed a fortune, I was drinking heavily, and my life had no direction. At first I thought I was doing this poor down-and-out lad a favor. But in the end it was Ross who was helping me, teaching me. After hearing about his father’s abuse, I stopped drinking. Now, on the few occasions that I indulge, I need only think about what some have gone through because of another’s drunkenness, and it sobers me instantly. It was Ross who pointed out the poverty of the town of Glinkilly, and how my fortune could be used to make a change. I was too self-centered to think beyond my own pain until Ross showed me the way. So you see, my dear, his love and loyalty have rewarded me many times over. And it was Ross who, because he refused to give up on my search, finally located your mother, and through her death, you.”
“What an amazing turn of events…”
They both looked up when Ross, accompanied by Meath and Mayo, stepped into the room. His hair was wind-tossed; his cheeks ruddy from the night air. He looked rough and dangerous, and his eyes, when he looked at Aidan, were stormy.
“Bridget said I’d find you here.”
“Ah, Ross.” Cullen indicated the chair beside Aidan. “Come warm yourself by the fire. Why don’t you take that chair next to Aidan.”
Was it her imagination, or did the sly old man appear to be pushing the two of them together whenever he could?
“The lass and I have been having a lovely chat. I’m sure you won’t be surprised by this, but we’ve discovered we have much in common.”
Including strong feelings for a certain mysterious man.
The thought startled Aidan and she found herself looking from the old man to the younger one.
She was drawn to Ross Delaney. And, she believed, he was equally drawn to her, or as much as a man like him could be.
But that didn’t mean they had to act on their feelings. Within forty-eight hours she would be winging back to America.
Why did that fact suddenly leave her chilled?
“… isn’t that so, my dear?”
She looked over. “Sorry. I seem to be dreaming.”
She saw Ross watching her a little too carefully and felt her cheeks color.
“Don’t apologize. This has been quite a day for both of us.” Cullen gave her a gentle smile. “We both need a good night of sleep.”
She nodded. “You’re right. I’ll say good night now.”
“Good night, my dear. I look forward to the morning. Ross, why don’t you see Aidan to her room?”
“No.” She spoke quickly before turning to Ross. “Please stay and visit with Cullen. Good night.”
She turned away, needing to flee the dark, dangerous invitation in his eyes, which spoke to a similar need in her heart.
Her legs were actually trembling as she climbed the stairs and fled to the safety of her room.
Aidan stood by the window and stared down at the gardens that looked as though they’d been drenched in liquid moonlight. The fragrance of roses was carried on the breeze, teasing all her senses.
She should be tired. Instead, she felt strangely energized. She wanted to blame it on the stimulation she’d felt while working on the Farmers’ Cooperative ledgers, but that would be a lie. It was true that she missed her job. Missed the thrill of adding columns of figures and the satisfaction of making them all balance. But in this case, the cause of this restlessness wasn’t a job, but a man.
Ross.
She’d missed him at dinner. Much more than she cared to admit. Missed him like an ache around her heart that wouldn’t be soothed. And afterward, when he’d walked into the library, she’d fled like a coward rather than stay and face him.
She’d wanted to stay. To listen to that deep, rich voice and bask in the glow of that sultry blue stare. Instead she’d run.
And all because she wanted him. Wanted to feel his mouth on hers, his hands on her. Had wanted it since the first time she’d seen him. And when he’d dared to touch her, to kiss her, a storm had been unleashed inside her that was threatening to drown her.
She shivered. There had been men in her life. Friends, coworkers, lovers. Not one had ever aroused her as this man did, with nothing more than a look. Not one of them had ever touched something deep inside her as he seemed to, even though they’d shared but one brief kiss.
She paced the length of the room, then back, feeling oddly disjointed. Again she had the feeling that she was losing control. As though something outside of her was manipulating her as if she were a puppet, and she was helpless to do anything but go along.
Without a thought to the consequences, she slipped out of her nightclothes and into the aqua silk dress. For warmth she picked up one of the cashmere throws from a footstool and tossed it about her shoulders before descending the stairs.
Once in the garden she made her way along the moon-lit path and breathed in a jolt of cold, fresh air, hoping to clear her head. Instead, it only reinforced her need to hurry. Hurry.
Her footsteps were quick, her heart racing. She refused to think about what she was about to do. It may be too bold, but there was so little time. And she wanted, needed desperately, to get to Ross.
As she drew near his cottage, the two dogs rose up out of the darkness and gave a welcoming bark. Just as quickly, they dropped down and fell silent.
Aidan looked around. Though she hadn’t heard Ross’s voice, she knew that he’d been the one to give the command to Meath and Mayo.
And then she saw him. Standing in the shadows, still dressed as he’d been in the library, his hair wind-tossed, his eyes fierce.
Her voice sounded breathless. “I was afraid you’d be asleep.”
“I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been waiting for you.” He stepped closer and took her hand, drawing her to him.
“You knew I’d come?”
“I sensed it. I prayed you would.”
“And if I hadn’t?”
“I’d’ve come to you.” He smoothed a hand over her hair, all the while staring into her eyes. “I’ve been struggling to deny this since I first saw you. Fighting the need for you.”