A Military Match. Patricia Davids

bedside manner and you’re much prettier than the crusty old fellow who treats me.”

      She relaxed a fraction and smiled at his teasing. “Flattery—while always deeply appreciated—will get you nowhere.”

      “I really am feeling better. As you must have heard, I’m Avery’s grandfather. My name is Edmond Barnes. I don’t believe I caught your name, young lady.”

      “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Barnes. I’m Jennifer Grant and I should still call an ambulance.”

      He rose to his feet. “I’ll simply refuse treatment.”

      Rising, she planted her hands on her hips. “When I first saw you I thought I noticed something familiar. Now I see the resemblance. You and Avery share the same strong chin, the same eyes and the same hole in your head where your common sense belongs.”

      He chuckled. “You must have more than a passing acquaintance with my grandson.”

      Heat rose in her cheeks. “We’ve met,” she admitted.

      Edmond studied her intently. “What do you think of him?”

      His question caught her off guard. Should she tell the truth, or amend it to make a sick old man feel better? She didn’t want to do either. “Perhaps you should ask his commanding officer that question.”

      “I’m asking you.”

      “Avery and I don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on things,” she admitted slowly. “Sometimes, I think he is his own worst enemy.”

      “That’s very astute.” Edmond began walking toward the stable door. Jennifer took his elbow to steady him. When they reached his car, his driver got out and opened the door for him.

      Edmond paused, but glanced back at her and said, “When I was a young man, I started a small real estate firm. Over my lifetime I turned it into a multi-million dollar corporation. I learned to read people well and quickly because I had to, but I’ve never been able to tell what Avery is thinking.”

      Jennifer hesitated, then found herself saying, “You shouldn’t give up on him.”

      Where had that come from? She was the last person who should be sticking up for Avery.

      “I’ll admit things didn’t go well today, but thanks to my crusty doctor and a triple bypass surgery, I’ve been given the chance to make things right. I’m not giving up on my grandson. I’ll find a way to reach him.”

      She smiled. “Good.”

      “Thank you again for your kindness, Miss Grant.”

      After he drove away, Jennifer glanced at her watch. If she left right now she might just make the first round of jumping at the Deerfield Open. Even though she knew she should leave, she found herself staring toward the Commanding General’s Mounted Color Guard office.

      Edmond Barnes was a sick man who wanted to reconcile with his grandson. Could she help? Had God placed her here today for that reason? If it were only Avery’s feelings to consider she might drive off without a backward glance. She bit her lip in indecision.

      As if summoned by her thoughts of him, the office door opened and Avery stepped out into the sunshine. “I saw your truck was here again. Where were you? Hiding in the hay loft?”

      “I forgot an X-ray film in Dakota’s stall. Avery, I honestly had nothing to do with his coming here.”

      “A likely story. Just admit you can’t stay away from me, Jenny.”

      She struggled with her rising indignation. Why did he have to turn everything into a joke? “Trust you to kill any kindness I might be feeling.”

      “Kindness? Don’t tell me that manipulative old man made you feel sorry for me? Does he want you to help us patch things up?”

      “Would that be such a bad thing?”

      A shadow flickered in his eyes and she understood what Edmond had meant about not being able to read him.

      “Careful, Jenny. Your nose is cute but it doesn’t belong in my business.” The edge in his voice should have been enough to send her on her way, but for some reason it wasn’t.

      “Our families are an important part of who we are. You shouldn’t dismiss him out of hand. Forgiveness heals the forgiver as well as the forgiven.”

      “Shame on you for eavesdropping.”

      Heat rushed to her cheeks. She folded her arms across her chest. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I accidentally overheard part of your conversation,” she conceded.

      Raising one eyebrow, he asked, “How is that not eavesdropping?”

      She glanced down at the toe of her work boot. “Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t let you know I was in Dakota’s stall.”

      “Skip it, Jennifer. It doesn’t matter.” There was a touch of defeat in his tone.

      She looked up and met his gaze. “I honestly didn’t mean to listen in on a private family matter. I am sorry.”

      A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “I can’t believe I lived to see the day Miss Jenny Grant acknowledged a fault. I’m going to have to mark this on my calendar.”

      Raising her chin a notch higher, she countered, “Unlike some people I know, I can admit when I’m wrong.”

      “Unlike some people I know, I mind my own business.”

      She touched a finger to her lips as she pressed them together, then pointed at him. “You know what? You’re right. It’s none of my business if you shun your own family, but in the end, you are the one who is going to suffer.”

      The sound of horses approaching at a rapid trot heralded the return of the troop. Avery took a step closer to her. “Do you charge for your advice, Dr. Jenny? I hope not, because it isn’t worth anything.”

      Jennifer drew a deep breath to keep from making another comment. No matter what she said, he would always find a way to have the last word at her expense.

      She spun on her heels and marched to her truck. Trying to help Avery had been a total waste of time.

      Avery started to go after Jennifer and apologize, but stopped himself. It was better to let her believe he was a complete jerk. That way she wouldn’t be tempted to interfere again. She was better off staying out of his family feud. His grandfather might pass himself off as a caring old man, but Avery knew better.

      Edmond wasn’t above using anyone or anything to gain the upper hand. He had certainly proved that to Avery beyond a shadow of a doubt.

      Yet the old man still possessed the ability to make Avery feel worthless and insignificant.

      No one could live up to the expectations his grandfather had set. Avery had given up trying years ago. It wasn’t until he saw his grandfather again today that Avery realized he still cared what Edmond thought of him.

      As the column of riders approached the stable yard, a jeep stopped on the roadway in front of them and a young corporal got out. Captain Watson reined his horse to a halt beside him as the rest of the unit continued on. The corporal saluted, handed the captain a thick envelope, then jumped in the jeep and drove off.

      The previously quiet stable became a hive of activity around Avery as the group dismounted and led their animals into their stalls. The men’s jovial chatter, the eager nickering of hungry mounts and the clatter of iron shod hooves on the old cobblestone floors brought the stable to life as it had for more than a century.

      Although Avery would never admit it out loud, he was proud of his part in keeping the cavalry’s heritage alive. He loved the unit and all it stood for. The army had been good to him.

      Captain Watson rode up, dismounted and handed the reins to Avery. “Tell the men to gather in the ready room. We have new orders.”

      “Yes,