gripped the dry, gnarled hand of Cletus Denvers, intoxicated as usual. Putting a hand to the manâs shoulder, he said, âItâs good to see you here, Cletus. Youâll come back again next Sunday, I hope?â
Kerry looked up at him. âSaraâs not all that clever at disguising her feelings, is she?â
Jess shook his head, both in answer to her question and as a greeting to a young woman who refused to meet his eye. Her face was garishly painted, her hair frizzed, but he had noticed her among the crowd on more than one occasion. âGood to have you. Please come again,â he said warmly, shaking her hand. She hurried from the tent, still avoiding his gaze.
Kerryâs eyes softened as she watched the woman scurry outside the tent. Keeping her voice low, she said, âDo you suppose the sergeant is aware of Saraâsâ¦interest?â
âNot likely,â answered Jess with a tired sigh as his gaze took in several worshipers still milling about the tent. âI believe the sergeant is too busy dealing with his own feelings to notice Saraâs.â
âOh, dâyou think so, Jess?â
He didnât miss the hopeful note in her voice.
âI recognize the signs,â he said, solemnly, âhaving been badly smitten myself a few years back.â
Her sharp little chin snapped up. âYou make it sound somewhat like hydrophobia.â
He pretended to consider her retort. âIt does carry some of the same symptoms, I suppose.â
âAnd am I to assume from that remark, then, that you are no longer smitten, Mr. Dalton?â
He grinned at her. âNot at all, Mrs. Dalton. Just like hydrophobia, my condition has no known cure.â
She attempted a severe frown, reminding him, âWe were discussing Sergeant Burke and Sara Farmington.â
âYou were discussing Sergeant Burke and Sara Farmington. I was counting the shamrocks in your eyes.â
âYou are daft.â
âAnd itâs entirely your doing.â
âWe should be getting home,â she said, ignoring the squeeze he gave her hand. âWhere has our son taken himself off to, dâyou suppose?â
âIf heâs true to form, weâll find him at the chestnut stand on Mulberry by now.â
âJess,â Kerry said thoughtfully, âthat limp of Sara Farmingtonâsâdo you know how she came by it?â
Jess nodded. âHer father told me. She was born with one hip out of alignment. The doctors could do nothing to correct the problem.â
âAnother condition with no known cure?â
âApparently,â he responded. âBut I must say, the condition doesnât seem to slow Miss Farmington down very much.â
âIâve noticed,â Kerry mused. âAnd it certainly doesnât seem to affect Michael Burke in the least, either.â
Dalton looked down at his wife with an affectionate grin and raised one eyebrow.
âJess, Iâm wonderingââ She stopped, but he heard the slight rolling brogue in her voice that invariably meant she was plotting something.
He cocked his head and waited, intrigued by a stray copper curl that had escaped the confines of her bonnet.
âDâyou truly think Sergeant Burke might be interested in Sara?â Without waiting for his reply, she hurried on. âI have an ideaâwhy donât we invite the two of them to go home with us for dessert? Thereâs at least half of Mollyâs chocolate cake left overâplenty for all of us. Sara will be riding back with us anyway, and you know how I do enjoy her company⦠and you admire Sergeant Burke, youâve said so yourselfâ¦it would be an opportunity to spend some time with the two of them, as well as giving them an opportunity to be togetherâ¦â
When she finally stopped, Jess said only, âMightnât that be awkward?â
Kerryâs mouth drew to an impatient pout, which he never