Page 50 of Irish Rose
In Lexington she visited horse farms with Burke and saw stables grander than she had ever thought any house could be. She saw the races of the Thoroughbred world, grew to know the people whose lives were tied to them, and she learned.
At cocktail parties, dinner parties and small celebrations she listened to discussions on breeding, on training, on strategy. She grew to understand that owners often thought of their horses as possessions, while trainers more often than not thought of a horse in their care as an athlete to be disciplined and pampered in the peculiar way of the sportsman. But above all, the horse was the focus, for envy or for pride.
After a time she drew together the courage to go as far as the paddocks, where she could watch the horses being examined and saddled for the races. Though the scent and sounds of horses still disturbed her, she was determined that Burke’s associates would never twitter about his wife being afraid.
She grew more accustomed to the parties, the lavish ones that only the successful and the privileged could attend. The talk there was of horses and the people who owned them. Not so different from Skibbereen, she began to think. Certainly this life was more glamorous, but at home the talk had often been just as narrow.
She studied, poring over books on Thoroughbreds, racing and the history of both. She learned that every Thoroughbred descended from three Arabian studs and that the most expensive horseflesh in the world was to be found in Ireland at the Irish National Stud. She’d had to smile at that, not only from home pride but because two such horses were in Burke’s stables.
She learned to wager wisely and to win, a skill that never failed to amuse her husband. He’d been right when he’d said she would make him laugh. Erin found more pleasure in that than in all the pretty stones he bought her or the new clothes that hung in her closet. She’d discovered something in a month of marriage. The things she’d thought she’d always wanted weren’t important after all.
And she was pregnant.
The knowledge both thrilled and terrified her. She was carrying a child, Burke’s child, one that had been conceived on their first night together. In a matter of months they would no longer be just husband and wife but a family. She couldn’t wait to tell him. She was afraid of what he would say.
They’d never discussed children. But then, there had been time to discuss little. She hardly knew more of him now than she had when she’d married him. True, she had come to understand that, unlike many of his associates, his horses were neither possessions nor pets. Nor were they the game of chance he claimed them to be. They had his pride and his affection, and Erin came to see that they had his admiration for simply being what they were. It wasn’t just the winning but the heart that made champions.
There was this and little more she had learned of him. He’d never spoken of his mother or his family again. Though she’d tried to question him gently, he’d simply ignored her. Not evaded, Erin thought now, just ignored.
It didn’t matter, she told herself as she went to find him. She’d seen him with Dee’s children, and he’d been gentle and kind and caring. Surely he would be only more so with a child of his own. She would tell him and he would hold her tight and tell her how happy he was. They would laugh and she would show him all the pamphlets the doctor had given her on childbearing classes and diet. Then they would plan the nursery, all pinks and blues like a sunrise.
She found him in the library and had to bite back an impatient oath when she saw he was on the phone.
“I’m not interested in selling,” he said as he gestured her in. “No, not at that price, not at any. If you want to get back to me in a few years and talk stud fees... Yes, that’s a firm no. Tell Durnam none of my stock’s for sale at the moment. Yeah, you’ll be the first to know.” He hung up and pulled a hand through his hair.
“Problems?” Erin crossed over to kiss his cheek.
“No. Charlie Durnam’s interested in buying one of the new foals. Makes me think he’s the one with problems. So what did you buy?”
“Buy?”
“You said you were going shopping.”
“Oh, yes. I didn’t buy anything.” She rested her cheek against his hair a moment. “Burke, I’ve something I want to tell you.”
“In a minute. Sit down, Erin.”
It was the tone that had her retreating. He used that odd flat voice when she’d annoyed him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve had a letter from your father.”
“From Da?” She was up again almost before she sat. “Is something wrong? Is someone sick?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. Sit down.” He swiveled in his chair, and for the first time in a month she felt as though they were back on terms of business. “He wrote to welcome me into the family and to express what I suppose is fatherly concern that I take good care of you.”
“What nonsense. He knows very well I can take care of myself.” She relaxed again, unconsciously resting a hand low on her stomach. “Was that all?”
“He also thanked me for the money you’ve been sending over. He says it’s been a great help.” Burke paused a moment as he flipped through the papers on his desk. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been sending more than half your money over to Ireland?”
“I never thought of it,” she began. Then she stopped. “How do you know how much I’m sending?”
“You keep excellent and very clear books, Erin.” He pushed away from the desk to pace to the window.
“I don’t understand why you’re angry. The money’s mine, after all.”
“It’s yours,” he murmured. “Damn it, Erin, there’s a checkbook in the office. If you’d felt the need to send money home, why didn’t you just take what you wanted and be done with it?”
“There’s more than enough out of my wages.”
