by Rye Hart
Georgina dusted some of the dirt off her overcoat; she wasn't able to look Carter in the eye at the moment. Her mind still swam with the strange and unexpected intimacy they had just shared. Without looking up she said, "It would seem that the great mystery that I had come here to write about has been solved then."
"Except that no one must ever know that you have found Mia," Carter quickly added.
Georgina was taken aback by his comment. She quickly looked up and their eyes locked with that familiar intensity. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, but she refused to look away.
"Please," Carter pleaded. "Mia left for a reason. Her father was trying to force her into a marriage to a man he wanted her to be with, instead of the man she loved."
Georgina was caught off guard by his sentimental statement. She hadn't taken the strikingly handsome man as a romantic, yet here he was defending a woman he had been sent to find. " What are you saying?" she asked for further clarification.
Carter took a heavy breath. "They used the matchmaking service as a cover, and decided to rendezvous in San Francisco," he explained. "Her father hired me to track her down so that he might be able to find her and force her to return. But when I found her and discovered that she ran away to escape her overbearing father, I promised her and her husband Mark to help them escape."
"Is that why Barrington sent me? He wanted me to expose you, not the matchmaking service, as the one that was hiding information as to Mia's whereabouts," Georgina clarified.
Carter nodded. "I can't stop you from what you will write about and I don't care what you might report about me, but I hope that you won't expose Mia and Mark."
Georgina felt torn. She had wanted this story to be the story that would help her gain the attention she needed in the newspaper business to finally be taken seriously. However, it had become increasingly clear that both Barrington and Devon had used her as part of a personal plan. Barrington wanted his daughter to return and marry a man she did not love, and Devon wanted to make a quick profit off of Georgina's gullibility.
"I won't expose them," she agreed. "It would seem I've made a bit of a fool of myself," she said reluctantly. It was hard for Georgina to admit when she was wrong, but in that moment, she felt the weight of her own naivety.
"Thank you," Carter nodded. "My apartment is just around the corner, I will walk you back," he offered.
"I would prefer to be alone at this moment," she said softly.
"It is not safe at night here," Carter explained. "I can walk you back, but I will give you the privacy of having the place to yourself."
Georgina nodded her agreement.
They walked in silence back to the little building where, only a few hours ago, they had awkwardly pretended to be newlyweds. Now the startling clarity of reality had revealed itself to be anything but what either one could have expected.
When they reached the door, still unlocked from when Georgina had left it, they stopped.
"Thank you for not exposing Mia and Mark," he said again.
"Think nothing of it," she shrugged. "If I had known that I was being used as a part in Barrington's plan to try and force his daughter into an unwanted marriage, I would have never agreed."
"Same," Carter chuckled dryly.
The silence continued to create deafening distance between them, neither one sure how to proceed from the awkward impasse.
"Thank you for walking me home," Georgina said with uncharacteristic shyness.
"Think nothing of it," he echoed her words.
Their eyes met once again, the intensity of the pull they both felt kept their gazes locked.
Carter spoke first, breaking the spell. "Goodbye Georgina, it was a pleasure meeting you," he said with a stiff formality.
"Likewise," Georgina said quietly before she turned and entered the darkened apartment.
As the door clanged shut behind her, she knew that that this would be last time she saw Carter Heath. They both knew that come dawn, she would already be on her way back home.
Chapter Six
"This is complete horse —"
"Language!" Georgina cut Devon off before he could finish.
Devon growled. "San Francisco: A Growing City of Opportunity and Entrepreneurs! This isn't the article I asked for!" He threw the neatly written article back down on his desk. "Where is Mia Barrington? Where is my exposé on the seedy underbelly of the mail order bride business? Where is the dirt?" he said with decisive force.
"What kind of journalist do you think I am?" she raised her voice as she moved toward him. "This is an excellent take on a growing city in the west, a place that is attracting a lot of attention and potential," she argued. "Mia is gone and Mr. Barrington needs to accept that. As for the seedy mail order bride business, my time with the company was a comfortable enough experience."
"Do you realize how much this article cost me?" Devon seethed. "Barrington agreed to cover the expenses only if you found Mia, and since you failed to do that, I am going to be the one footing the bill."
"Not my problem," Georgina said with a defiant tilt of her head.
"No," said an older male voice behind her, "It is my problem."
Slowly, Georgina turned to face the man that had spoken. It only took a second for her to realize who was standing before her.
"Mr. Barrington," prattled Devon nervously, "I want to apologize for the failings on the part of my journalist."
"Forget it," the older gentlemen said with a dismissive twist of his wrist. He was well dressed, tall, and had a full head of white hair. He walked with a cane and appeared to be every bit of an entitled businessman that thought money could buy him anything.
"So this is the man that sent me on a cross-country chase to find his daughter," Georgina mused. Barrington didn't frighten her one bit. She was used to handling his type, but he most definitely wasn't used to handling a woman like her.
"I see you failed to bring her back," he drawled. His gaze assessed her.
"Perhaps if you had been a bit more clear on why you wanted me to find her, I might have made better use of my time," she challenged.
Barrington chuckled, but not from a place of joy, but from dark amusement. "A female journalist, what a novel idea. Perhaps where I went wrong, was sending a woman in to do a job a man should have done."
Georgina's eyes flared, but she pushed the comment aside in order to keep her cool demeanor. "But you already sent a man," she mocked, "and where is he now?" Barrington had employed Carter to find Mia, and from what Georgina knew, Carter never gave up Mia and Mark's location.
"How dare you!" Barrington exploded, his aged face mottled purple with rage. "As long as I am still alive, I will never stop searching for my daughter," he breathed hotly.
"It's over Mr. Barrington," Georgina said flatly. "Mia is gone now and you need to accept that."
Georgina braced herself for the violent reaction, readied her resilience for his comeback.
It never came.
Instead, with a heavy sigh, the imposing Mr. Barrington began to sob.
Georgina was taken aback by the sudden emotional response of the older gentlemen. She had expected anger, rage, maybe even a bit of violence from the intense man. But instead of her words inciting an angry response, it seemed to have hit him more fiercely than she could have ever anticipated. With a surge of her own heart, Georgina moved forward to comfort the very man she had insulted.
But as she moved forward to comfort him, a soft female voice rang through the intensity of the atmosphere in the room.
"Daddy?" said the petite Mia Barrington.
"Mia, darling?" replied the shaky older man.
Mia stood in the doorway of Devon's small office. A handsome young man stood protectively next to her, his eyes warily watching the situation.
"Yes Daddy, I've come back," Mia said softly.
"I'm so sorry," Barrington said with a timid voice. He tried to hold back his sobs as he turned to face his daughter.
Mia di
dn't waste a second before she rushed toward her father and embraced him. "I forgive you," she said in a voice that rang heavy with emotion.
"I thought I had lost you," Barrington confessed. "I was angry with myself for allowing my own stubbornness to drive away my only little girl," he whispered against Mia's hair as he embraced her.
"I was worried I had lost you too," she cried into his shoulder.
Georgina figured now would be a good time to make her exit. The room was heavy with the emotions of the reunion, and she knew that it wasn't her place in this family affair.
She stole a glance at Devon, who remained awkwardly at his desk, before she quickly squeezed past the embracing family and out the door.
She quickly made her way past the maze of desks in the small newspaper office, a bittersweet moment as she looked on at the place that had been like her second home for the past few years. She knew that it was time that she moved on, although she wasn't quite sure where she would go yet.
When she opened the door that led out of the building and into the street, she stopped when her gaze locked with an all too familiar one at the bottom of the steps.
"If it isn't my wife," teased the handsome and cocky Carter Heath.
"I'm not your —" she stopped when his gaze turned decisively heated. It threw Georgina off, but only for a moment. Well two can play at that game, she thought darkly to herself.
She glided smoothly down the stairs, her gaze not breaking from his for a second, until she stood at eye level with him.
"Must have been a bit of a long walk all the way from San Francisco?" She took her hand and ran it along his arm. "You must be exhausted," she winked at him playfully.
"It wasn't too bad," he shrugged. "I had the thought of our kiss and the promise of another as incentive to keep going."
Georgina gasped before her lips curled into a seductive smile. "And how were you so sure you would get another?" she asked.
"Well," he suddenly caught her arm as it glided across his and used it to bring her closer to him. "I have an offer for a beautiful woman," he said.
"And what is that?" Georgina asked him from under her hooded lashes.
"If she would like to go into business together and open a newspaper, focused on investigative exposé, in a growing city."
Georgina blinked. Her mind was not only swimming with the dizzying awareness of Carter's body, but now her adventurous brain was intrigued by the prospect of running her own paper. "Really?" she breathed excitedly.
Carter's gaze softened. "Do you think I would come all this way just to tease you about something like that?" he asked.
"I thought you came here for a kiss?" she corrected.
"Since that didn't work out, I figured the business proposal was the next best option," he chuckled.
Georgina laughed, "What am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you may please," his gaze turned heated once again.
"Then maybe I should just kiss you and end your suffering?" she wondered aloud.
"It would be the more merciful option," he said as he brought his lips a hairsbreadth away from hers.
"Done," she breathed.
In the next moment, their lips collided with an unbridled passion. Georgina didn't care that they were kissing on the side of public walkway. All she could think about was the roughness of his lips against hers, the way he brought his strong arms around her small waist in an embrace, and the fire that crackled between them. A mutual fire that she knew would carry them through the many adventures to come.
The End
Amelia
Chapter One
Amelia Wellington would never have described herself as a snob. But whenever James Evans came near her, she couldn't help but turn her nose up at him.
He was a country boy who dreamed of nothing more than the simple life provided by her brother-in-law's cattle ranch.
Amelia dreamed of becoming an artist. Her world was occupied with thoughts of grand overseas adventures, cultured entertainment, and the pursuit of beauty through art.
James was not the type of man that she fantasized about. She liked a man to be a refined gentleman. James was nice enough, but he couldn't tell the difference between a Monet and a Renoir.
When Amelia's elder sister, Marianna, had written to inform her that she would be bringing the children for an extended visit, Amelia had been excited. She hadn't seen Marianna in a few years, and had yet to meet the newest addition to the Dover household. The past few years had been quite lonely in the house with just her mother, after father’s passing last year. Amelia saw her sister's visit as a much needed distraction from the boredom of daily life in Valley Springs.
Amelia had expected Marianna’s husband Larsen would have accompanied his growing family, but as it turns out, he was needed to stay behind to manage the ranch. So instead, the Dover's relied on James Evans — who was more like family than a longstanding employee — to accompany Marianna, Elijah who was ten, Lilly who was four, and baby Gabriel to Valley Springs and stay with them for the duration of the summer, while Larsen and his eldest son Marshal stayed behind.
But that didn't explain why Marianna had been insistent that James accompany Amelia to the art show. At nineteen, Amelia was used to being on her own. And ever since Amelia's second sister Georgina moved to San Francisco with her husband to start her own newspaper two years back, she hadn't been accountable to anyone and she wasn't about to start now.
She had met James once before, five years ago, when he had accompanied the new Dover family on the first trip back to Valley Springs. She hadn't really liked him then, as he had spent the entire trip admiring Georgina. It had made Amelia's blood boil, that he had ignored her because she was youngest.
Amelia hated being treated like the baby of the family. She hated it even more that everyone around her thought they could boss her around. And she hated dragging the uncivilized Texan rancher to a classy event.
She hoped that maybe he would get bored and leave. But no amount of pouting was going to get her out of this one. She would have to just make do.
"So, James," Amelia looked slyly at the man walking confidently next to her. "Do you enjoy art?" He was tall, with thick auburn hair, and bright green eyes that were filled with an excitement for life that was rarely seen around the dull town of Valley Springs.
"As much as the next fella," he spoke with that Texan drawl. Had Amelia not already been set in her ways against him, she might have found it charming. Might have. "I'm usually too busy trying to survive what nature throws at us to spend time admiring a painting of it," he said with a small chuckle.
Amelia blinked. Was the Texan making a joke? "So you haven't heard of the impressive artist, Thomas Florian?" She already knew that he hadn't, but she wanted to make sure that the Texan knew how out of place he really was.
"Old Florian? Of course, we're buddies," he winked mischievously at Amelia.
"Very funny," she rolled her eyes at him. What am I going to do with you? She knew she was being a little mean, but she couldn't help it where James was concerned. Every time she looked at him, all she could see was his stupid sixteen-year-old face looking dumbstruck at Georgina. It doesn't matter that it was almost five years ago, she thought. She still felt he needed to be punished for it.
"So it's this Florian fellow whose work we are going to see?" he asked her.
"Yes," she answered. "He is very well known in Europe and it was amazing that he chose Valley Springs for his traveling art exhibit." As she spoke, her voice lit up with excitement as she began to speak of a passion that was her only means of escape from the dreary life she led.
Apparently, James didn't miss the sudden change in her voice. "So your sister tells me you are passionate about art," he prodded gently. "Do you create some yourself, or do you just enjoy admiring the work of others?" he asked.
"I would love to be a famous artist. I think I could forgo the tortured life story like a lot of them seem to have, although living in Valley S
prings is pretty tragic," she laughed. "But yes, to answer your question, I sketch."
"That's pretty incredible," James said. "But not about the whole tragic life story part," he laughed nervously. "I mean," he cleared his throat roughly. "Valley Springs seems like a really nice place, can't be much tragedy here."
"You don't think a life of boredom, cooped up in a house all day, is tragic?" she questioned.
"Beats worrying every day if said house might be blown apart by a tornado, or burned down in a fire, or even repossessed by the bank because the cattle drive was a failure and you weren't able to pay your loans," he said.
Amelia wondered what James was talking about. "How could you think that is worse?" she wondered aloud. "The thought of every day, waking up and wondering what you will face — why that's real living!" she argued.
James stopped walking and turned to survey Amelia. She stopped with him and cocked her head in response to his peculiar action. "Why did you stop?" she asked.
"Because I wanted to remember this moment," he said mysteriously.
Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed. "Well you can keep remembering this moment on the side of the street if you like, but I'm going inside to admire some real culture," she said abruptly. As she turned, she heard James give a low whistle.
Barbarian, she thought.
Chapter Two
Amelia didn't think twice about leaving James on the curb. She had places to go and cultured people to become acquainted with. These types of people rarely came to Valley Springs, and they were her only glimpse into the outside world. If she could get to know some of the people in the business, they might take a look at her work, tell her what an undiscovered talent she was, and the next moment she would be sipping tea with the Queen of England.
She had her whole plan mapped out, and it definitely did not include James Evans.
She took a quick look behind her; he hadn't followed her in. Good, she thought. Now she would be able to gain the undivided attention of the people that really mattered.
She stopped before a lavish landscape. It was a breathtaking scene of a blue-peaked mountain that overlooked a crystal clear river. The details were stunning and presented at a level she aspired to achieve one day.