Texas Lily (8 page)

Cade's enigmatic gaze revealed nothing. He crossed his arms over his raised knees and nodded. "Music speaks to the soul."

Lily didn't know how he could be so perfectly attuned to what she had thought was her hidden secret, but she nodded gratefully for his understanding. "I wish I had something as easily transportable as a flute. Jim said we couldn't bring a piano."

Guilt wormed its way to Cade's insides. She was being brave, talking of her husband when she had no knowledge of his whereabouts. He heard the pain in her voice; the music had reached out to it. He very possibly had the power to intensify that pain—or to relieve it. Uncertainty kept him from revealing any more.

"They have a piano in town," Cade said. He'd stood outside Clark's barn any number of times, listening to the intertwining of notes, contemplating making such a joyful noise. The player hadn't been expert, but he'd never heard anything like it before.

Apparently this was news to Lily. She looked up at Cade with something akin to excitement burning in the pale blue of her eyes. "Really? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Then she shut up and her gaze drifted to the pasture beyond the trees.

Her husband had known. He could see that suspicion forming on her face.

"I suppose that's what they do in town on Saturday nights," she murmured. "Jim told me it was too rowdy to stay after dark."

"The other women stay," Cade said without inflection.

Lily had never been close to her sisters, but she had grown up in a household of females and missed the feminine discussions and laughter and shared secrets. Juanita couldn't fill that need entirely; she had been too damaged by her past. Lily didn't know much about the town ladies, but there was no reason she couldn't meet them somehow, if she put her mind to it.

"I wish I could hear the piano," Lily said. Actually, she wished she had a right to play the piano, but that was beyond her ability to speak.

"I'll take you in if you wish to go."

Lily surprised herself by saying, "I would like that, thank you. I don't think Juanita would mind watching Serena, and my father can look after Roy. Do they have other instruments besides the piano?"

Cade stroked the flute as he gazed on the woman sitting boldly in the grass before him. He had never met anyone quite like her before. She was white and female, which should put her completely out of bounds for any conversation at all. But she was his boss, and as such, there had to be a certain amount of communication. She wore trousers like a man, and to a certain extent she spoke like a man, but he couldn't treat her with the same deference as Ralph Langton or with the scorn he felt for the ignorant farmhands he worked with. If she had been a whore, he could have had certain expectations, but she was a lady. How the hell should he treat a lady who wore pants?

"Fiddles, sometimes," he responded while he struggled with the problem.

"Is there dancing?" she asked anxiously.

It was then that Cade realized that this woman didn't see categories as other people did. She saw people through the eyes of a child, as they related to her. It was rather amusing to realize that he had been avoiding her to keep from offending her ladylike sensibilities, when she was more likely offended by his avoidance than his presence. That's what he got for assuming all white women were alike.

"They dance," he agreed.

Cade was enjoying looking at her. Her hair had the sheen of gold in the moonlight. He wished she would let it blow free instead of bound in that braid that never quite held all the silky tendrils in place. She was small-bosomed and slender-waisted, but in the revealing denims, he could see that her curves were in all the right places. Her skin glowed golden from exposure to the sun, but he suspected that beneath her billowing shirt she was as pale as the moonlight. It wasn't a thought he should dwell on.

"I don't dance," Lily informed him pointedly.

Even though he had known she would draw a line somewhere, Cade acknowledged disappointment that it had come so soon. "Neither do I."

At his sudden gruffness, Lily hastened to explain. "I never really learned. I was always playing the piano for my sisters and their friends. I... Well, I married young. Jim doesn't dance."

Cade smiled then, a genuine smile. He rose to his feet with a grace that belied his size and offered his large hand to help her do the same.

"You had best sleep tonight if you are to stay awake tomorrow."

His hand was brown and callused, but gentle. Lily was quite aware that what she had just done was utterly insane, but she didn't care. Her soul longed for music and this man had just offered it to her.

Releasing his hand, she turned back toward the house without a word of parting.

Chapter 6

As they drew closer to the barn, Lily heard the tinkling notes of the piano over the hubbub of voices and laughter, and her heart pounded with excitement. She had never really been to a dance before. She didn't know what would be expected of her, and she was half terrified, but the piano drew her onward.

The fight with her father faded as she drew nearer. He had been opposed to her staying in town without him, but she wouldn’t have his drinking ruin her very first evening out. Besides, he would no doubt raise the roof if he knew Cade was the one escorting her. It was much better this way, all on her own, without family or memories.

Lily was grateful that Cade had cleaned up for the occasion. He'd had his long black hair trimmed to his shirt collar, and from somewhere he had acquired a decent white homespun shirt that he wore covered by a leather vest. If one liked sun-bronzed features and arrogant Spanish noses, he could be considered a handsome man. His looks didn't concern her so much as another subject, however. Just outside the barn she stopped and laid a hand on his arm.

Her touch halted Cade in his tracks. He had been all but holding his breath since she had walked out of the house wearing that blue gingham dress. The top molded to her firm breasts, and the oval neckline revealed more of her milky skin than those hideous shirts did. He was having difficulty keeping his thoughts from straying to the long legs he knew existed beneath the loose skirt. Somehow, just knowing those legs were bare beneath the folds of material was more arousing than seeing them encased in denim every day.

"Cade, do you drink?"

That was a damfool question, and it jarred Cade out of his daydreams. He looked at her suspiciously. "Does a pig eat?" he asked, with a certain amount of surliness.

Her lips tightened briefly, then relaxed as she removed her hand. "I meant hard liquor. They'll have refreshments, won't they?"

"Ollie isn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart," he agreed.

Lily took a deep breath, unaware that Cade was distracted by the movement of her bodice. "There will be lemonade and the like, won't there?"

"For the ladies." Watching her breathing, Cade wasn't following her drift with any degree of accuracy, so he agreed without caution.

"Then there will be something to quench your thirst besides liquor."

That caught Cade's attention. He stared at her as if she had lost her head. "Men don't drink lemonade."

"You sound just like Roy telling me he's too big to go on picnics. Real men would have the courage to do whatever they damn well liked."

Lily lifted her skirts and strode off before he could react. Cursing, Cade followed two steps behind her. So much for his notion of arriving with a beautiful woman on his arm. He should have known that Lily Brown wouldn't condescend to being escorted by a mere male. Oddly, he was positive that the fact that he was a half-breed hadn't entered her bigoted little mind. Being male was sufficient to lower him as far as he could go.

Cade didn’t care about the impression he made as he entered the barn where he had never dared trespass before. He consciously avoided trouble, but his mind was on the swaying skirts of Lily Brown and not the people watching him enter. It didn't take two steps into the barn to realize his error.

Ollie Clark stepped into his path, blocking Cade's view of Lily. Instantly on the alert, Cade felt the watchful attention of several of Ollie's cohorts on the sidelines. He hadn't intended to make trouble, but he certainly didn't intend to run from it either. Directing his gaze questioningly to the tall man in front of him, Cade waited.

"Indians ain't allowed in here. We've got white ladies present."

Ladies, whores, and creatures of indeterminable sex or status, but Cade didn't point that out. He merely waited.

Irritation flared in Clark's eyes. "I'm askin' you to leave, red man."

A hissing intake of breath behind him was all the warning Ollie received. Before he could spin around, a furious virago in blue gingham swirled past him and grabbed Cade’s arm. Blue fire shot sparks from her eyes as she spoke.

"Cade is my escort, and I'll be damned if either one of us leaves,
Mister
Clark." Reducing him to the status of "mister" after his hard-won promotion to "Ollie" wasn't sufficient. Lily glared at him. "And for your information, Cade has more of a right to be here than anyone else in this town. Both Mexicans and Indians were here before us. You'll be lucky if they don't run you out of Texas before this is all over."

Realizing Cade had no intention of budging from this battle, Lily threw him a sharp look, released his arm, and lifted her skirt in imminent departure. "I am in need of a lemonade, gentlemen. I trust you'll find a way to settle your differences amicably."

She stalked off, daring either of the two men to follow her. Cade was swifter on the uptake. With a nod to Clark, he turned and followed in Lily's direction. He had never escorted a lady before, but he had the vague impression he was supposed to see to her needs. Lemonade had a certain appeal.

When the long arm reached around her and through the crowd at the refreshment table to produce two cups of lemonade, Lily breathed a sigh of relief. Cade wasn't thoroughly thickheaded, then. For the first time, she relaxed enough to listen to the music.

The noise of the crowd almost drowned out the tinny notes rising from one end of the barn. Under Cade's guidance, Lily watched as the young pianist picked at the notes while following the lone fiddler's directions with anxiety. The dancers seemed oblivious to the lack of inspiration in the piano player. As long as there was noise and drink, they laughed and clapped and swung through the motions of the dance. Perhaps there was something to be said for hard liquor after all.

Cade watched the disappointment in Lily's eyes and was angry at himself for bringing her here. Jim Brown had the right idea after all. A gentle lady accustomed to the finer things in life had no place here. Already she had been rudely insulted and disappointed. The rest of the night would only bring worse.

Perhaps he could correct the situation in some small way. Because of his size, people weren't much inclined to argue with him. He was fully confident that he could do almost anything he wanted within reason. Playing a flute seemed purely reasonable to him.

Leaving Lily wistfully watching the piano, Cade found a bale of hay near the fiddle player and pulled his instrument from his back pocket. He'd heard the tune before; while it wasn't one he was inclined to play in his moments alone, the notes were easily learned. In a minute or two, he added his music to theirs.

The high, lilting notes of the flute caught Lily's ear before she even realized Cade was no longer by her side. Looking up in surprise, she saw him sitting on a hay bale, leaning against a post, piping the tune with a vigorousness that would have shamed a concert musician. His own music was much more beautiful than this simple song, but she had to admit that his leadership was already inspiring the other two pitiful musicians.

Cade's action gave Lily the courage she needed. She might never have been to a dance before, but she had played a piano at many. The child on the bench couldn't raise too strenuous an objection to a little help. With a lift to her chin, she made her way to the piano and took a seat next to the young girl.

The dance tune reached its natural end, and while the dancers were laughing and gasping for air, Lily smiled at her surprised companion. "I used to play at dances when I was your age. Would you mind if I joined you for a while?"

"No, ma'am. Mama usually does this, but she's down ill. I don't rightly know all the tunes like she does."