Her husband leaned forward. “You worried about meeting someone?”
Julia nodded, wishing her whole life didn’t depend on a man she’d never met. Why had she handed some stranger a hold over her? She wanted to see Rachel Stanton, the woman she’d corresponded with for the past few months, but she should have come simply to visit Rachel. Instead, she’d panicked and promised her life away in matrimony when Rachel had mentioned her husband’s friend would be interested in a mail-order bride. Would Rachel and Dex Stanton offer their hospitality if she didn’t follow through with marrying Everett Cline? The sourness in her stomach crept toward her throat.
“A fella, I suppose?”
Feeling color invade her cheeks, she shrugged.
“Stop worrying. No fella’d be sorry to see a girl like you step off this train.”
No. No lonely fellow would. That was part of the problem. Maybe she should have worn her day dress instead of her best silk.
Henry walked the aisle, touching headrests as he passed. “Next stop, Salt Flatts.”
Her heart doubled its rhythm. A friend awaited her . . . but so did a man. Last chance. Stay in the seat or meet her potential husband? He’d want an intimacy from her she wasn’t ready to give anytime soon. She wrapped her arms about her waist and suppressed a moan. What choice did she have?
The locomotive’s gleaming chimney loomed. Its acrid smoke rolled over the prairie land surrounding Salt Flatts, marring the gray-blue sky. Everett paced on the crowded train platform, wondering if Rachel had indeed set him up. He scanned the crowd. No sign of her yet. Surely she’d be waiting for the woman she intended to foist upon him if there were one. He blew out a breath and ambled toward the Stantons’ wagon. He’d know soon enough.
The train’s whistle scattered the birds pecking in the grass next to the tracks, and the hissing iron monster slowed. Rachel scurried across the road and up the plank ramp. Her three-year-old, Emma, bounced on her hip and waved wildly at the train.
The pullman’s door opened, and Everett stared at the line of silhouettes behind the passenger car windows. Several men disembarked before a skinny woman stepped onto the rough wooden platform, her curly orange-red hair trailing across her blemished face.
Rachel looked straight at the tall girl, and Everett tensed, but Rachel didn’t hail her. The young woman scurried to a waiting wagon and embraced an elderly man.
Everett rubbed at the tension in his neck.
More men poured out of the passenger car, and finally the porter exited and sauntered toward the depot. Everett released his pent-up breath and chuckled at himself. He’d allowed Mrs. Hampden’s foolish notions to mess with his head.
“There you are.” John, Rachel’s youngest boy, rushed toward him. “Are you ready for the surprise?”
A surprise for John or a surprise for him? His breath grew shallow, and he squatted to the boy’s eye level. “Do you know what it is?”
John shook his dark head. “No. Ma won’t tell me. Would you ask her?”
“You’re too impatient. We’ll find out soon enough.” He rubbed the boy’s head and forced himself not to walk straight toward Rachel and ask. If John was anxious, then the surprise had to be for the family, not him. Rachel wouldn’t have hinted to the children about a scheme to match him up with a stranger.
“There she is.” Rachel’s call ended in a high feminine squeal. She handed Emma to Dex and darted into the crowd. Dex threw him a glance before covering up a grin with his free hand. Too much amused twinkling danced in his best friend’s eyes.
He’d been hoodwinked.
Everett slowly pivoted toward the train. A petite, fashionably dressed lady wrestled an oversized valise through the pullman’s door and climbed cautiously down the stairs. Her ivory skirt was extraordinarily full in the back. A red sash cinched her waist, enhancing its tininess. She fingered a brooch at her neck and brushed at the veil whipping against her forehead in the wind. Dark wavy hair fell from under her straw hat, framing her perfect lips and tiny nose. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. Not even Patricia, the prettiest gal who’d ever set foot in Saline County, could compare.
The woman gestured toward Rachel with a wad of papers in her hand and a question in her shoulder shrug. Rachel’s hands flung out, and she swallowed the woman in an embrace. Though one was dressed in worn homespun calico and the other in ruffles of shimmering stiff fabric, they started chattering like long-lost sisters.
He pushed down the jolt that traveled up from his toes. This stunning friend of Rachel’s would never need to become a mail-order bride. She was not here for him.
Julia pulled away from Rachel’s third warm hug, which couldn’t calm the storm of emotions swirling within her chest. Though she rejoiced to hold this dear friend in her arms for the first time, she couldn’t help looking around the crowd for him. Her heart thudded at the base of her throat. “I can hardly believe I’m here.” If she hadn’t seen Rachel waiting on the platform, almost bouncing with anticipation, she would have slouched in the leather passenger seat, dug out the last of her money, and rode the tracks a little farther.
“Me neither.” Rachel hugged her again. “I never realized how much I missed having a bosom friend until I started writing you. We’ll take you home and talk all night and meet the neighbors and . . .”
Rachel’s banter was infectious, but her friendliness didn’t stifle the need to know what her future husband expected. “Won’t Everett want to, uh, start things right away?” A few hundred feet away a white steeple loomed over rows of buildings, making her feel faint. She tried to imagine riding straight to the church and marrying, but she just couldn’t do it. “Do you know what he has planned?” Julia gripped Rachel’s arm, anchoring herself from rushing back to the train.
“About Everett . . . I’d not bring up the marriage plans until he does, and he’ll probably give you plenty of time.” Rachel rubbed her lip and averted her gaze. What was she keeping from her? “My advice is to act as if you’ve come to court rather than run him to the altar.”
“Who’s your friend, Mrs. Stanton?” The sound of undisguised male interest caused a shiver to run across Julia’s back. She wet her lips and turned toward a group of young men, the one in front a tall, scrawny thing with blond whiskers and very pink lips. He looked down at her with an amused glint in his blue eyes. Was this Everett? He was younger than she had imagined and not entirely unpleasant to look at, but his body appeared fragile for a farmer, and the flash in his eye matched his unsettling roguish tone. “You wouldn’t happen to be here for Everett Cline?”
What an awkward way to greet her. “I, um . . . yes. And are you he?”
Rachel crossed in front of her with hands jammed on her hips. “Now, you all go on and get.”
The young man’s face changed from amusement to bewilderment. “Don’t tell me she really is here for Everett.” The four young men behind him snickered.
“None of your business, Axel. If you please, find somewhere else to be.” Rachel pointed toward the depot, but the group had fallen dumb and stiff.
Axel cocked his head. “Then she is?”
Rachel didn’t answer, and he let out an impressed huff.
Was there something so appalling about Everett that Axel couldn’t believe a woman would marry him? Maybe that’s why he needed a mail-order bride. But surely Rachel wouldn’t have matched her with a dreadful man.
Rachel stared at Axel as if he were only knee-high instead of towering over them both.
Julia rubbed her arms, suddenly cold and hot at the same time. Every eye in the small group of men focused on her. Men had ogled her before, but this was ridiculous.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” A man taller than Axel pushed through the group, a girl with fluffy blond ringlets hooked on his arm. “You heard my wife—find somewhere else to be. I’m sure you have better things to do than detain our guest.”
The men behind Axel poked each other, talking under their breath. Everett’s name was the only word she
caught. Was he here? Why hadn’t he shown himself?
Axel smiled wide. “I hadn’t any faith in you, Everett, but you pulled through. She’s a beauty.”
Julia stepped to the other side of Rachel and tried to see to whom Axel was speaking. Oh, why did she have to be so short?
Axel tipped his hat toward her. “I look forward to getting to know you better . . . Miss . . . ?”
She gave a tiny nod. “Lockwood, and I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted.”
“Of course you will.” Dex patted the boy’s shoulder dismissively and then turned to her. “It’s nice to meet you at last, Miss Lockwood. I’m Dex.”
“At last?” The incredulous murmur of a deep male voice sounded behind Dex.
Julia looked straight up at Rachel’s husband. The top of her hat didn’t even reach the bottom of his chest pocket. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Stanton.”
“Call me Dex. And I’m assuming you’re rather interested in the gentleman behind me.”
She thought her cheeks had been hot a minute ago.
“The finest neighbor any man could have.”
A tall shadow of a man walked toward her, but it was no stranger who lifted his hat. Theodore. No. It couldn’t be. All heat drained from her face and pooled on the platform at her feet. The ensuing shock of cold stopped her breath.
He’d said he’d find her no matter how far she ran, but she hadn’t believed him.
She pressed her hand against her heart, galloping in vain against her chest.
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Lockwood. I’m Everett Cline.”
She blinked hard at him and reached for Rachel to keep herself from falling, from running.
He frowned. “Is everything all right?”
His voice was wrong and his hair parted on the left and the front tooth didn’t overlap. She worked to wet her mouth enough to speak. “Mr. . . . Mr. Cline?”
“I believe so.” His tickled smirk released the breath stuck in her lungs. The set of his jaw was similar, but not when he smiled. Not Theodore. She released her vise grip on Rachel, who looked at her as if she’d lost her wits.
Like Theodore, Everett had beautiful dark blond wavy hair, a prominent brow, and laugh lines around the eyes. He was certainly handsome—just like the man her father had chosen for her to wed.
How could she marry someone whose appearance reminded her of a man she never wanted to lay eyes on again?
Chapter 2
Miss Lockwood’s hands scrunched the fabric of her rustly skirt, her knuckles as white as the petticoat peeping out from beneath. Everett forced his eyes off the inch of undergarment and tried to find a place to rest his gaze, but each place distracted him just as much as another. She sucked in a steadying breath and smiled—the same kind of fake smile he was attempting to keep plastered on his face.
“I’m sorry, forgive me. I just wasn’t expecting . . . well . . .” She nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Cline.”
Perhaps he wasn’t as pleasing to the eye as Mrs. Hampden had led him to believe. He forced a curve back into his lips. “I’m pleased to meet you as well, Miss Lockwood. But I can’t say that I knew you were—”
“Coming today.” Rachel gripped his arm, her fingers gouging his muscle. “We hadn’t told him exactly that you were coming today.”
Everett cut his eyes toward his neighbor, her hairline dotted with perspiration, her cheeks flushed. She aimed a heavy-lidded glare at him, the same one she gave her restless children during church services.
Miss Lockwood fingered her brooch. “Oh, I see.”
Everett pressed his lips together hard. He’d not call Rachel out on her ruse in front of Miss Lockwood, as it would only embarrass her. But how could his best friends continue the town’s joke at his expense? And at Miss Lockwood’s as well?
But this wasn’t a game. He’d heard her talking to Axel, and he wished he hadn’t. Judging by the look she’d given him—was still giving him—she’d likely leave on the next train. Another woman within his reach only for a moment, and this one so attractive it hurt to look at her.
How could he extricate himself—right now? “I, uh . . .”
Rachel pulled her younger sons in front of her and thrust the older one in between him and Miss Lockwood. “This is my son Ambrose, and this one’s John.” Whether enthralled by Miss Lockwood’s angelic features or confounded by the awkward adult conversation, the ten- and seven-year-old spitting images of their mother were abnormally quiet. “And the boy behind me is William. He’ll be sixteen on Monday.”
“Howdy do, ma’am.” William pulled off his hat and stared as if he’d never seen a woman before.
Emma squirmed from Dex’s grip and launched herself into Miss Lockwood’s arms.
“My goodness! You must be Emma.” She caught the three-year-old and maneuvered her onto her hip. “Your ma told me about your gorgeous blond curls, so I brought you this.” She pulled a pink ribbon from a hidden pocket.
Exactly how long had these women been exchanging letters? Everett glanced at Dex, who seemed more fascinated by a ribbon than a man ought to be.
Emma grabbed the hair thing and leaned to put it within her mother’s reach. “Mama, put up.”
“What do you say, Emma?”
“Say pwease.”
Rachel cleared her throat. “Yes, you should say ‘please,’ but what do you say to Julia for giving it to you?”
Julia. His mouth silently tested out the name.
Emma placed the ribbon inches away from Julia’s nose. “Pwease, put up.”
Julia chuckled. A beautiful melodic laugh. Was there anything about this woman that wasn’t dazzling?
“Tell Julia thank you.”
“Sank you.”
Julia tapped the little girl on the nose. “You’re very welcome. But we’ll wait to put it in your hair until we get home, all right?” She smiled down at the child. A real smile. His breath caught.
She looked over at him quizzically, and he straightened. Did she expect him to say something? Surely with how she gawked at him with those fright-filled, lash-fringed, intoxicating dark brown eyes she’d decided to have nothing to do with him. But then what was she staring at him for?
Rachel wrapped her arm around Julia’s shoulder. “I’m sure your trip has made you bone-weary. No sense standing about the depot. We should start for home immediately.”
“I have to admit train travel wasn’t as pleasant as I’d hoped. For a while there, I thought I’d never make it.”
“Good thing you survived”—Dex coughed over a laugh—“unmarried.”
Julia threw a questioning glance at Dex, then Everett. Heat rushed into Everett’s ears, and he held back the desire to box his friend’s. So help him if Dex made Julia curious enough to ask what he was talking about.
The look Rachel turned on her husband would have stopped a stampede of cows. She huffed, then pulled Julia toward the platform stairs. “Why don’t we head to the mercantile and leave the menfolk to load your trunks? Your dress is simply stunning. You’ll have to inform us of all the latest fashions.”
Julia glanced back at Everett for one mesmerizing second before they crossed the street. Her curls bounced under her small straw hat with each step, and her tiny body swayed with the weight of the toddler on her hip. Never had he seen anything more visually pleasing in his whole life. No lady who lived and worked on the Kansas prairie should look like that. She was meant to be on the arm of some politician or businessman, not a struggling farmer.
William whistled. “She’s the prettiest lady I ever did see.”
“Perhaps my woman’s meddling was better for you than I thought.” Dex’s voice was far too glib.
Once the women crossed the street, Everett glanced toward Julia’s three trunks piled on the platform. What did a woman need with so much? “If you don’t mind, William, I think you and Ambrose can handle her luggage. I need to talk to your father—alone.”
William tore his eyes away from Jul
ia and threw a quick look at his father before nodding and catching Ambrose by the shoulder.
“Before you go shaking your finger at me, in my defense, I didn’t know about this until last night,” his friend blurted.
“Then you had time to tell me something.”
Dex shrugged. “Well, with your record, I wasn’t all fired out certain I’d have to tell you anything.”
Everett throttled his hat to keep from throwing it at Dex.
“Besides, you’re without a wife, and she’s looking to become one.”
“And why’s that?”
“Something about falling on hard times.”
“By the look of that dress, I’m not sure I’d agree.”
“Personal type, not financial.”
“And . . . ?”
Dex shrugged again. “She’s from Boston?”
Everett waved his hat at the eastern horizon. “So I know where she’s from, that she has some vague personal problem, and her name. Which, by the way,” Everett said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down, “I didn’t know until five minutes ago.”
“Well, you’ve also learned she’s not too bad to look at.”
His mind flashed to her pretty face and dainty stature, but Rachel’s sister had been a stunner too, and how his heart had burst when Patricia pushed him aside for another. “That’s no reason to marry someone.”
“Oh yes, you’re finally being sensible for once. No need to seriously consider an attractive woman who wants to start a new life out here with you.” Dex rolled his eyes. “For crying out loud, Everett, Helga could barely speak English, and you were going to marry her.”
Everett crossed his arms and glared at him.
“You’re simply worried she’ll leave like the rest of them.”
“And shouldn’t I be?”
Dex rubbed his hand along his jaw, staring at him as if he could see into his soul. “I suppose if any man should worry, it would be you. But Rachel—”
“I’m not sure I can forgive Rachel for this.”
“You’ve forgiven Mrs. Hampden and Mrs. Parker.”
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