The Bridesmaid Wore Sneakers

“I suppose you know of a magic potion for that, don’t you, Carrie, or a crystal I can wear around my neck?”

Carrie fingered her own good luck talisman around her neck. “You’re impossible. Why do I even try?”

Jude hugged her sister over all her gear. “Don’t worry about me, sis. I’ve got everything I want out at that barn with my cozy apartment above just right for me and Wes.”

“You live with horses and noise, and...”

“You’re wrong, Carrie. I live in peace and solitude. Remember when we had a full-time groom in that apartment? We had six horses. Now we have three and taking care of them is a piece of cake. My life is full. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if I’d have you here for more than a few days at a time.”

Carrie leaned back and stared into her sister’s eyes. “And Liam Manning. He might make it more perfect.”

“You don’t give up, do you?”

“Not where you’re concerned.” Carrie gave her sister one last smile. “Take care of yourself. Talk to you tonight.”

The shuttle taking Carrie to the Cleveland airport was soon just a cloud of dust. Jude missed her already. Less than two years apart in age, they’d always been close. Jude couldn’t imagine her life if Carrie weren’t in it. So, yes, of course she worried.

She took the mugs to the sink, rinsed them out and decided she’d go up and visit her mother for a few minutes. Then she’d head back to the barn where she was comfortable.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers and the familiar smells of hay and leather and the tasks and nonhuman company would surround her whether Liam Manning showed up or not. Most days, that was all the positive thinking she needed to get her through.

* * *

JUDE KNEW RIGHT away that the BMW coming up the drive had to belong to Liam. It was a corporate-looking car and it only made sense that it was owned by a corporate-looking guy. She wondered if he would park next to her pickup or leave some space so his shiny sedan wouldn’t be inflicted with old Dodge Ram barnyard dust.

She leaned on the rake she’d been using to spread chicken feed and waited for him to get out of the car. He’d actually shown up. If Carrie were still here, she’d be gloating big-time. And he’d even remembered her fashion advice and had on a pair of jeans. Despite the denims having a “just pressed” look, at least they were barn appropriate. His close-fitting, long-sleeved T-shirt was a common Pittsburgh Steelers variety, faded from washing. His sandy hair, unencumbered by a ball cap like hers was, was neatly combed, proving that the executive still existed alongside the cowboy.

She took off her cap and squinted into the sun. “Well, well, look who’s here. Did you bring a hammer?”

He came toward her. “In the trunk. You’ll have to show me how to use it.”

She harrumphed before tossing her cap to a nearby bench and flicking her braid over her shoulder to stream down her back. Untamed wisps of curls swept around her face as usual. Jude figured she looked okay. She wasn’t a complete fashion dolt. She bought denims that fit, shirts that hugged in the right places and tucked into her twenty-four-inch waistband without a struggle. And from the way Liam was looking at her, maybe he thought she looked okay, too.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” she asked.

His answer was lost in a riot of barking as Mutt, the family dog, raced from the barn and ran directly toward Liam. Jude expected her guest to run back to the safety of his Beemer. Mutt was a large, furry, Bernese mountain dog, a rescue who was so grateful for two squares a day and a comfy spot at the foot of Jude’s bed that he loved everyone. But Liam wouldn’t know that.

“He won’t hurt...” Jude started to explain. But Liam was down on one knee, his fingers scrunched into the layers of fur around Mutt’s face. Mutt lapped his chin with his scratchy tongue.

“Friendly dog,” Liam said, standing again and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Almost too friendly,” Jude said. “Sorry about that.”

“I like dogs. It’s okay.”

Jude wasn’t sure that Liam liked big, sloppy, licking dogs, but to his credit, he was handling the situation. “How do you feel about goats?” she asked.

“Goats? Can’t say that I’ve ever sorted through my feelings about goats.”

Jude snapped her fingers and pointed to the side of the barn. “Mutt...goats! Goats!”

The Bernese trotted off gleefully around the corner of the barn. A minute later the Dancing Falls goat herd appeared in all its braying, furry splendor. Two dozen of them. At least half tried to get a curious sniff of the newcomer.

“I trained Mutt to open the latch that releases the goats.”

Liam frowned. “Did you also train him to put them back again?”

She laughed. “No. That’s my son Wesley’s job.” She handed Liam a bucket filled with feed and carried two buckets herself to a pair of troughs. “Feeding time. Most of these guys will walk around the yard and nibble at leaves and grass, but my vet concocts this pellet food to add bulk. Just dump your feed into the bin.”

He did and seemed grateful that lunch distracted the beasts from making a meal of a guy in creased jeans. She had to give the man credit. He was trying to fit in, though his heart wasn’t in it.

“Are the goats a permanent fixture at Dancing Falls?” he asked.

“Nope. They are temporary. This is just a stopover until they reach their new destinations.”

“Which is where?”

“Central America, most likely. The goats are part of the foundation. I got the entire herd about three months ago from a farmer out in Bees Creek Township. He’d been raising the goats for their milk and to use in petting zoos, but he hadn’t figured that a few goats would cost so much to maintain. He couldn’t pay the feed bills to keep the herd healthy, so he applied to the foundation for assistance.”

“And the goats all ended up here?”

“They did. Actually I didn’t trust the farmer to keep them healthy, and I figured I was much better equipped to deal with them. Dancing Falls was a good choice. We have pasture land here for them to roam.”

“You haven’t found someone else to care for them?” Liam asked.

“I haven’t tried. I did some research and discovered a charitable organization in Central America that provides goats to families in need. Most of these goats are milk goats. Just one can keep a family in dairy products for a long time. With my plan, I’m helping the goats as well as people who need it.”

“So, why have the goats been here three months? Shouldn’t they be on their way to Central America where they’ll do some good?”

“I’m fattening them up. Some of them were in bad shape when they came here. Hoof disease, ribs showing. But they’re healthy now. A good dairy goat gives sixteen cups of milk a day, and as soon as they’re completely healthy I’m shipping them to Costa Rica probably.”

“But in the meantime, you’re paying the bills to feed and care for them.”

She squinted her eyes at him. “Somebody has to, and the foundation is willing. By the way, you’re out here because you said you might want to donate to one of the foundation’s causes.” She gazed over her herd of hungry goats. “How about this cause? Right now we’re somewhat strapped for cash. As you might imagine, being a whiz kid and all, it costs a lot to keep two dozen goats fat and happy.”

He picked up his feed bucket. “I’ll think about it. Where does this bucket go?”

“In the barn. Why don’t we go inside? You can meet more of the family.”

* * *

TRY AS HE MIGHT, Liam couldn’t manage to feel more than a passing interest in Jude’s goats. They were odd-looking creatures with their sloping foreheads, awkward gait and continuously moving jaws.

Ruminate. He recalled the word from his high school biology class. These animals pulled up roots and plants from the soil, chewed it, swallowed, brought it back up and chewed again. Hardly Liam’s idea of fine dining. At least he’d never eaten goat, and didn’t have to hide any guilt in case Jude asked him if he had.

“We have three horses in here,” Jude said, leading the way down the central aisle of the barn. “They are all offtrack thoroughbreds.”

“You mean racehorses?” Liam said.

“That’s right. My husband loved horses. He was an expert rider, quarter horses mostly, and when I learned of these horses being at risk, I immediately brought them to Dancing Falls. That’s what Paul would have wanted. You can’t imagine their condition when they were brought here.”

She stopped to rub the nose of one large beast. “These horses gave so much when they were in training. It’s a shame that they aren’t rewarded with a nice retirement when they are no longer financially important to their owners.”

Liam didn’t know much about horses. His mother had made him take riding lessons when he was a kid, since so much of this part of northern Ohio was horse country. He’d learned what he’d had to, mastered a few dressage techniques on multi-thousand-dollar animals and considered his education complete. He was surprised by what Jude had just said. He always thought racehorses were put out to pasture and allowed to fill their last days with peace, contentment and a diet of rich green grass and hay.

He walked down the aisle, stopping to look into stalls. “These guys don’t look so bad,” he said.

“Not now. I have a vet tech come out once a week to check their vitals and adjust their feed.”

“That must be expensive.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “Knowing we’re a charity, the tech at least gives me a reduced price.” Jude took a carrot from her pocket and gave it to a horse that had to top sixteen hands. “This guy is twenty-one years old. He probably doesn’t have too long, and he deserves to live out his life in comfort.”

Liam continued to the end of the barn, where a stall was occupied by a large bay. When he approached the horse, the animal reared up on its hind legs and pawed the stall gate. Liam jumped back.

“Don’t go near Titan,” Jude said. “He doesn’t like strangers. Actually he doesn’t like anyone.” She went to the gate and spoke softly to the agitated animal. Slowly the horse calmed but still pawed the ground and whinnied in some sort of equine frustration.

“This animal had suffered the worst case of abuse I’ve come across,” she said. “He was skin and bones when he got here. He’d been whipped and beaten, drugged and hit with electrical charges while he was on the race circuit.”

Jude took another carrot from her pocket and held it for Titan. “Is it any wonder he’s a bit cranky?”

Liam tried to feel for these animals something of the sympathy Jude obviously did. Yes, it was a shame that animals could be treated so cruelly, but the bills for caring for these creatures had to be enormous. Liam thought of Dr. Foster and was reminded that he was here to find ways to cut some of these expenses. “I can’t even imagine what it costs to take care of these animals, Jude,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes again. “That’s the third time you’ve mentioned the cost. You really are a money guy.”

He shrugged.

“But again, to respond to your comment, it’s not cheap. Thank goodness my dad supports my efforts to fund the foundation. He’s our biggest contributor, and he knows how important these causes are to me, how important they would have been to my husband.”

Liam shook his head. If she only knew. Dr. Foster was no doubt a patient, kind man, a good and loving father, but no one who wasn’t a multimillionaire could carry this burden forever.

She turned away from the stall and started back down to the barn opening. She stopped along the way, adjusted tack on the walls, hung a water bucket on a hook for a horse. Each movement was smooth and natural, and not wasted. Jude O’Leary was in her element in this barn. Her plaid shirt was dusted with hay. Her jeans were coated with feed and goat spit. Liam felt out of place, like the quintessential rhinestone cowboy, a phony in clean jeans.

“So, what do you think, Liam?” she asked as they came into the barnyard.

He wanted to say, “I think you’re amazing,” because a big part of him truly believed it. Liam would be reluctant to even take in a stray cat, and here this woman devoted her life to creatures who needed help. He wondered how many hours of her days were spent taking care of these needy animals and how many hours she spent helping other causes. She might not be the most practical woman he’d ever met, but she had to be one of the kindest.

But he was here at her father’s request so Jude’s good works didn’t send the poor doctor into bankruptcy. It shouldn’t matter that Jude’s hair was the color of summer wheat in the sunshine, or that her slim body was muscled and toned from hard work. Liam liked looking at Jude. She had hard angles and soft curves, and she was nothing like the starvation-diet women he saw in the offices in Cleveland or that his mother introduced him to. She might come from money, she might have been raised on Dancing Falls, but there was nothing debutant about Jude. She was pure, unspoiled, raw, in an unembellished-beauty sort of way.

“Do you want to contribute to any of the causes you’ve seen so far?” she asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“I might,” he evaded.

“What do you do, anyway?” she asked. “Are you an accountant?”

“Partly,” he said, knowing she was understating his expertise. “I have a master’s degree in economics, and I currently work for the firm of Baird and Picard, financial planners. I basically monitor trends, study performance graphs, try to separate sound investments from riskier ones.” He paused before her eyes completely glazed over.

“Oh. Maybe you can help me cut some expenses. I’m not much with a pencil and calculator.”

She couldn’t have given him a better opening. “I’d be glad to try,” he said.

“I can’t pay you,” she added.

“No problem. If I can help you, consider that a donation to one of the causes.”

“Sounds fair. I actually do a lot of bartering to keep the foundation going. Thanks.”

A dated Toyota pulled up to the barn and a kid got out. Liam recognized him as Jude’s son, Wesley. Jude gave him a quick hug and waved to the woman driving the car. “Thanks for picking him up at the bus stop, Rosie,” she said.

The Toyota left and Jude gave her son the typical mom attention. “How was school? Did you eat all your lunch?”

“Okay. Yes.” Wesley stared at Liam. “Hey, you were at the wedding, weren’t you?”

“I was. It was quite a party.”

“Yeah, it was cool. What’s your name?”

Liam told him.

They actually chatted about the wedding and some of the guests as if they were old friends. The kid was easy to talk to.

Jude postponed any further conversation when she reminded her son of his chores, “Hey, Wes, you want to round up the goats and put them back in their pen?”

“Can I do it in a minute, Mom? I’d like to show Liam my science project.” He flashed Liam a hopeful grin. “It’s in the house upstairs. Do you want to see it?”

Liam looked to Jude for approval. She shrugged. “Sure. Okay with me.”

They both followed Wesley up the stairs to the family’s living quarters. Liam wondered if the faint smells of the barn would follow them into the house. He was surprised to enter a small but neat home with no earthy odors. He smiled. Of course the windows were closed.

CHAPTER FIVE

WITHIN A COUPLE of minutes, Wesley had the dining table covered with magazine cutouts, Magic Markers and a large piece of poster board. Jude filled glasses with sweet tea for her and Liam and gave Wes some fruit juice. She probably should have had a snack on hand. She figured most mothers had cookies, sodas and chips, but Jude’s pantry only held healthy goodies. Wes ate enough junk food at his grandfather’s house.

Magazines, mostly farm and husbandry journals, covered the old pine coffee table, a castoff from her parents. A throw depicting galloping mustangs hung loosely from the back of a plaid sofa, another freebie from her parents’ early marriage days.

Now that Jude actually studied her surroundings, she realized that there were very few pieces in her apartment that she could call her own. She’d purchased a quality bedroom set, which she still owned. A Seth Thomas clock above the fireplace had been a wedding present, as was an artist’s sketch of Dancing Falls in winter. A wedding picture of her and Paul sat on the end table.

She’d readily accepted donations of furniture when she was setting up the apartment, thinking herself frugal and clever. Now, with Liam in her living quarters, the term stubborn came to mind. Her sisters had offered to update the apartment at different times, but Jude had always turned them down, insisting, “I don’t need anything. Wesley and I are fine.” She ended by suggesting instead that they donate to the Paul O’Leary Foundation.

She handed Liam a glass of tea and hoped that maybe he wouldn’t notice the eclectic jumble of objects that made up her life. Maybe her space was cluttered, but underneath all the minutiae of her and Wesley’s existence, her world was polished and waxed.

Liam took his tea and pulled a chair from underneath the dining table. He sat down and gave serious attention to the items Wesley had spread out in front of him.

“My project is about constellations,” Wesley said, sliding over the four-syllable word with ease. “I’m making a chart to show what constellations look like and what they’re called.” He looked into Liam’s eyes as their guest nodded slowly, showing what had to be exaggerated interest.

“Did you know the constellations have names that look like things?” Wesley asked. “There’s one that’s called the Big Dipper. One is called the Great Dog, and another the Swan.” As he recited the names, Wesley placed a matching picture cutout on the poster board. Soon the white cardboard became a microcosm of the night sky with streaks of white against a dark blue background.

“Some constellations you can only see some times of the year,” Wesley said. “Like Andy Meade.”

Liam smiled. “Andy Meade?”

“I think that’s what it’s called.”

“Aren’t you thinking of Andromeda?” Liam offered.

Jude stood at the entrance to the kitchen, her hand on her hip. So the accountant knew a bit about astronomy. Maybe his interest in Wesley’s project was genuine. “Tell Liam when he can see that one,” she said.

“Only in November and December,” Wesley said. He grinned. “That’s now! The stars will be really bright around Christmas.”

“I’ll definitely have to take a look,” Liam promised.

Jude glanced out the window. “Johnny Ray is here, Wesley. No more stalling. You have to go down and help him with the goat herd.”

“Aw, Mom, do I have to? Liam and I are just getting started.” He looked at Liam. “You really like constellations, too, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Maybe we can persuade Liam to stay until you finish with the goats,” Jude said.

Wesley looked to Liam for confirmation. Liam nodded. “My pleasure.”

“Now go on,” Jude said. “There are three of you to help. You, Mutt and Johnny Ray. You’ll have the goats in their pen in a few minutes.”

Obviously understanding his part in the process, Mutt stood at the front screen door, his paw scratching the metal frame, his tail wagging.

“Okay.” Wesley grabbed the jacket he’d hung on a hook and trudged to the door to open it for Mutt. “I’ll be right back, Liam.”

“I’ll be here.”

Jude waited for the sound of Wesley’s footsteps to fade before she turned to Liam and said, “Thanks for being so attentive to Wesley.”

“It’s no problem,” Liam said. “I’ve been interested in astronomy since I was his age.”

“Before you got interested in numbers and finance?” she said.

“Way before. When I was a kid studying the stars, I probably never pictured myself as a bean counter. But now I find financial highs and lows fascinating.”

Jude carried his glass to the sink. “I don’t know what Wesley will choose to be when he grows up. He flits from one thing to another. Now it’s astronomy.”

“How does he handle himself around the goats?” Liam asked. “He’s so young for such responsibility.”

Jude tried to detect a note of disapproval in Liam’s voice. Finding none, she said, “I train him carefully for everything he does around the farm. And besides, goats have a herd instinct. All Wes has to do is basically open the gate and they all go through. And Johnny Ray is there if anything goes wrong. It’s an easy job but gives Wes a feeling of accomplishment.”

Liam nodded, leaned back in his chair. “Why don’t we use this time to talk about some of your foundation issues?” he said.

“What do you mean by ‘issues’?” she asked.

Liam frowned. “I didn’t mean bad issues,” he said. “It’s just a figure of speech.”

“Okay. Where should we start?” She brought a ledger to the table and sat next to Liam. When she realized their shoulders nearly touched, she scooted her chair to provide extra room. Liam smiled at her, making her feel just a bit foolish. He couldn’t have thought she was flirting by sitting so close, and yet she’d behaved self-consciously. Well, why not? It had been a long time since she’d had any practice at male/female relationships.

“Why don’t you show me a list of the charities you fund?” Liam said.

That was easy. Jude was proud of the people she helped in the county. All of the charities that benefitted from the Paul O’Leary Foundation were in Geauga County. That was what Paul would have wanted. He’d been a proud country boy, and a well-liked Bees Creek Township native.

Jude showed Liam the names of veterans’ kids who’d received scholarships to the junior college. She also explained how monetary gifts were awarded to wounded warriors. “It’s not much, but the families need a lot of help, so we do what we can,” she said. “Families of soldiers who don’t make it home get a onetime death benefit check from the government, but very little is done for wounded vets.”

“So you received a death benefit when Paul died?”

“Of course, but I didn’t want it for myself. Besides, I’m very lucky. I’ve lived here on my father’s property since I was born, and I had no plans to move away.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t keep the money?”

“I’m saying it was a moral issue for me. Morally I didn’t think I should accept that money because I have other means. I know many survivors need it, but I didn’t.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “So, what did you do with the money? You didn’t turn it down, did you?”

“No, of course not, but I wanted to use it as a tribute to my husband. I used my hundred thousand to start the foundation.”

“The whole thing?” Liam seemed surprised.

“Most of it. I kept some out for the expenses of Paul’s memorial service.” She cleared her throat as an image of that bleak, rainy day invaded her consciousness. “I figured the bulk of the money would do more good as a legacy to Paul than just sitting in my checking account.”

“What about Wesley’s education? Did you start a savings account for him?” Liam asked. “I’m sure that’s the kind of usage the Veterans Administration has in mind when they issue checks to widows.”

Jude wasn’t sure she appreciated the inference in Liam’s question, as if she were a negligent mother. “Wesley will be just fine,” she said. “Who knows if he’ll even want to go to college. Not everyone is born to achieve higher education. I was forced to go and stuck it out for three semesters until I quit.” She gave Liam a lingering stare. “Are you questioning my decision about the money, Liam?”

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