Eden shook her head, certain she now knew more than she’d ever need to.
“Exactly how will I know if... when... I’m carrying a child?” Eden asked, now that she knew in excruciating detail how babies were made.
“When your monthly flow stops,” Mary said, without hesitation.
Eden felt the blush rise again.
“Also, you may be unusually tired, have an increased appetite, and many women suffer from nausea in the first few months.” Mary raised her expressive eyebrows once again. “Have you been ill?”
Eden shook her head.
“Tired? Hungry all the time?”
She shook her head again.
Dauntless, Mary lifted her chin. “When was the last time you had your monthly flow?”
Well, by this point there was little reason to remain shy about such matters. “In San Antonio. Millie and I were there for several days, purchasing the wagon and horses and obtaining a map. That was... That was about six weeks ago.”
Mary nodded knowingly. “Are you usually regular or have you been late in the past?”
“I’ve never been late before,” Eden whispered. “Never.” Six weeks. Why had she not even thought of it until now? Six weeks! A small smile crept across her face.
“Congratulations,” Mary said softly.
“It’s too soon to be sure, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps.”
“I’d rather not tell anyone just yet,” Eden said, leaning across the table and lowering her voice even though they were all alone in the dining room. “I want to be positive.”
And she wanted Sin to love her first. She wanted him to ask her to stay before he knew about the baby. Her heart did an unpleasant little flip in her chest. What if he didn’t?
* * *
Sullivan had allowed Rico and Nate to keep an eye on Eden during the day, telling himself it would be too telling to trail after her twenty-four hours a day. Much as he’d like to. He wanted her; he needed her; there were even times when he thought he loved her. But he wasn’t sure that was enough, for her or for him.
He reclined on the bed in his room, deeming it the only safe place for the moment. Occasionally he heard Eden’s voice drifting through the hotel, her laughter teasing him at unexpected moments. It would be selfish of him to ask her to stay, to say to hell with the rest of the world and ask her to remain his wife.
He heard booted footfalls running up the stairs, and something in the step cautioned him. He sat up quickly, and was swinging his legs from the bed when Rico threw open the door.
“Someone is coming,” he said. “Two riders.”
He bounded out of the room and down the stairs, Rico right behind him. Sullivan knew he and Eden were the only ones who’d recognize the Merriweather brothers.
Nate and Eden waited in the lobby. “Get her upstairs,” he ordered without looking at Eden.
“I don’t want to hide,” she said.
At the sound of her voice he had no choice but to turn and meet her eye. She was afraid, but not in a panic. Her cheeks were flushed slightly, but her eyes were dry and her mouth was firm. She was braver than most believed her to be. Braver than was wise.
“For me,” he whispered.
She nodded without another word and headed for the stairs. Nate started to follow, but she shooed him back. “If I’m in my room and the Merriweathers are on the street, I don’t see why I need a guard.” She looked over her shoulder. “You might need him, Sin.”
Nate joined Sullivan and Rico, and the three of them stepped onto the boardwalk and into the street. He saw and recognized the Merriweathers. They rode slowly, casually, down the street toward the hotel. The sight of Curtis and Will Merriweather riding so calmly into town gave Sullivan a chill. Eden was right; they should know better; they should be frightened, not cocky. The brothers dismounted just north of the saloon and casually tossed the reins over a hitching post.
“Good afternoon, Sullivan,” Curtis said with a crooked smile. “What a surprise to find you here. How’s that pretty little wife of yours?”
Surprise? He didn’t buy it, not for an instant.
Curtis waved his bandaged hand in the air, wiggling his fingers. “It’s almost healed, see? I don’t hold any grudges against that pretty little lady of yours. As a matter of fact, I’d like to thank her.” His eyes narrowed. “A man ought to be prepared for whatever misfortune befalls him. While my right hand was injured, I learned how to shoot with my left.”
“Want to give it a try?” Sullivan asked. “Here and now, Merriweather. You and me.” The man would never have a chance to touch Eden.
The saloon door swung and Jed stepped onto the boardwalk. He assessed the situation quickly and aligned himself behind the brothers, his rifle held confidently in both hands.
Curtis’s smile disappeared, once he was surrounded. “I did a little investigating, and I heard all about you and your pals, Sullivan. I’m not completely stupid. Do you think I’d ride in here without an ace up my sleeve?”
Sullivan didn’t like the gleam in Merriweather’s eye, or the new smirk on his brother Will’s face.
“We’d be a couple of fools to come to Rock Creek without a plan, without a little assistance.”
Sullivan’s heart leaped to his throat, but he didn’t dare turn his back on Curtis to search the street for this assistance.
Curtis nodded to the hotel and his smile drifted back. “I’d like you to meet my brother Jacob.”
Sullivan turned around, just in time to see a man drag Eden from the hotel entrance and onto the boardwalk. She didn’t fight as he pulled her onto the street, holding her body before his as a shield, pointing his revolver into her side.
“Jacob is my older, meaner brother, and when he found out what you two did to us, how you shot our brother George down in cold blood, he wanted to be a part of our rightful vengeance.”
“Let her go,” Sullivan said, his eyes on Jacob.
Jacob’s answer was to push the barrel of his weapon harder into Eden’s ribs. Her eyes widened and locked onto his, and he could see her terror. See it? Hell, he felt it to his bones.
Jed sidled away from the Merriweathers, his gaze riveted on Eden.
“Jed,” Sullivan said, his voice low and calm, “stay where you are.”
“That’s my sister...” Jed began.
“That’s my wife,” Sullivan interrupted, taking a step forward.
He didn’t look back, but the familiar sound of Jedidiah Rourke working the lever of his Winchester was a small comfort.
Sullivan took a few steps across the street, toward Eden.
“Hold it right there,” Jacob said, “unless you want me to splatter the lady’s guts all over the street.”
Obeying without question, Sullivan stopped. Eden’s eyes were still latched to his, as she looked to him for comfort and assistance and courage. His gut twisted. He didn’t know if he could give her what she needed.
For the first time in his life, he was in battle and didn’t know what to do. If he moved forward, Eden might be shot. If he didn’t move forward and do something, she might be shot.
“It’ll be all right,” he said, trying to assure her.
* * *
Much as she wanted to believe Sin’s confident assertion that everything was going to be fine, she didn’t. Her heart beat so fast she was sure the man who held her could hear and feel it.
And all she could think about was Sin and the baby. The baby he didn’t even know about.
Sin’s eyes told her, too clearly, that he was every bit as scared as she was. He wasn’t a man who scared easily.
She didn’t think she could be more frightened, but when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Millie and Teddy walking home from school, she knew she was wrong. She kicked back, her heels making contact with Jacob Merriweather’s legs. “Let me go.”
“Eden,” Sin said in a calming voice.
She wasn’t the only one who’d seen the children. Jedidiah lifted a hand and wh
ispered to the man at his side. Nate, his weapon still drawn, walked away from the Merriweathers. After one step, he started to run, smoothly and seemingly without effort or frenzy.
The children came to a dead halt in the road. Millie frowned, obviously confused. Teddy dropped his books and screamed, “Mama!” He started to run toward her, but Nate scooped him up easily.
Curtis Merriweather waved his gun in Nate’s direction. “Bring them damn kids over here, too, you hear me?”
Eden’s heart leaped. Surely Nate wouldn’t do as Curtis asked! Ignoring the wiggling boy in his arms, he slipped his gun into its holster, smiled at Millie, then unceremoniously scooped her up as he had Teddy and dashed for the nearest building, the general store.
Angry, Curtis Merriweather fired a wild shot at Nate and the kids. Eden’s heart stopped even though she could tell by his careless aim that the shot would go far wide. That shot, and the way Will took aim in the same direction, was the only invitation Rico and Jedidiah needed. Jedidiah’s rifle popped into position and he fired at Curtis. Rico moved so quickly she wondered at first what he was doing, but when Will let out a surprised whoosh of air at the impact of a thrown knife plunging into his chest and crumpled to the ground, she knew full well what he’d done. Will and Curtis Merriweather were dead, and Sin had not taken his eyes off of her, not for one second.
Jacob’s arms tightened around her, and he wheezed in her ear. “I’ll kill her, and then I’ll kill you.”
“No, you won’t,” Sin said calmly, taking another step. “She’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
He fingered the handle of the six-shooter he wore, and she wondered, briefly, if he would try to draw and get off a shot. Jacob’s head was unprotected, as he peeked over her shoulder. She could see Sin consider and then almost immediately dismiss the idea.
“I’ll drop my gun,” he said, lifting the six-shooter from his holster with two unthreatening fingers, “and you let her go.”
“No,” Jacob said with a shake of his head. “But you toss that gun aside anyway.” He emphasized the order with another fierce poke at Eden with the gun barrel.
Sin obediently dropped his gun. “Let her go and take me instead. One hostage is as good as another, and her brother’s back there.” He nodded to the rear. “He won’t let you out of town with her as a hostage, but he won’t care what you do with me.”
Jacob did, at least, seem to consider the possibility. His arms loosened a little, and a confused hum filled her ear.
The saloon door swung, and Daniel, limping, wearing only a pair of black trousers, stepped onto the boardwalk. A pistol hung almost casually from his hand. There was nothing threatening about his pose. “Sullivan,” he called calmly, “step aside.”
“No!” Sin looked horrified. More frightened than before. He advanced on the last remaining Merriweather. “A trade.” A hint of panic crept into his voice. “You let her go and I’ll make sure you get out of town.”
The gun pressed into her side wavered. “Don’t come any closer.”
“It’s the best deal you’re gonna get,” Sin whispered.
“Damn it, Sullivan!” Daniel shouted, his pose of indifference disintegrating as he sidled cautiously down the boardwalk.
Sin took another step forward, and the gun that had been pressed against Eden’s side turned on him.
“You stay back!” Jacob ordered, as he shifted his weight so he could better control the weapon that was now shakily aimed at Sin.
Daniel’s arm popped up so fast his movement was a blur to Eden. She could see one dark eye narrow as he took aim. Sin dropped to the ground and rolled toward her as the gun fired. Almost simultaneously, Jacob fired. The world went black.
* * *
Eden crumpled and fell to the ground, blood on one shoulder of her white blouse and splattered across one pale cheek, her eyes closed, her body limp.
“Eden?” Sullivan whispered, gathering her into his arms and pulling her away from Jacob Merriweather’s body. With trembling fingers he brushed the flecks of blood from her cheek. Shadows surrounded them, fell over Eden’s body and his. He looked up. Of all the men present he saw only one. His eyes fell on Cash, who stood there half naked, favoring his left leg, his revolver hanging from his hand.
“You shot her,” he said hoarsely. “You son of a bitch. I told you no. I knew that shot was too risky.”
“I did not shoot her,” Cash said indignantly. “I fired one bullet and it found its intended target, there”—he gestured with the gun toward a motionless Jacob Merriweather—“just above the left eyebrow. I believe Eden fainted. The blood is Merriweather’s.”
Eden stirred and opened her eyes. Immediately, she threw her arms around his neck and held on tight.
“Did he shoot you?” she whispered against his neck, her breath so warm and soft Sullivan had to close his eyes and savor it.
Eden’s hands rapidly skimmed over his shoulders and chest, over his sides and thighs. “He came out of nowhere,” she said as she searched. “Before I could scream he clamped his hand over my mouth, and then he dragged me out here, and oh, Sin, I was so afraid he would shoot you.”
Rico went down the street to check on the kids and Nate. Cash turned to Jacob Merriweather to admire his handiwork, and Jed spread his legs wide and took a stance of defiance.
“This is why we’re getting you back to Georgia as soon as possible,” he snapped. “And get your hands off of Sullivan! It’s obvious he hasn’t been hurt. You’ve already checked damn near every square inch.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Eden said confidently.
“No, you’re not,” Sullivan agreed, and then he kissed her, a soft kiss to make sure she was still warm and breathing. He had never been as afraid as he’d been when he’d turned to see that gun against her side. He wasn’t about to let her leave. He couldn’t. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“No, I’m not,” she whispered.
“You belong here, with me.”
She smiled and nodded.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you, too,” she whispered with a smile. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
God, yes, he knew it. She’d told him. She’d shown him in a hundred ways. He kissed her again.
“I’ve been horn-swoggled,” Jed said softly. “You two aren’t on the outs at all!”
“No, we’re not,” Eden admitted as she took her mouth from his. “We’re married. We love each other, and if you don’t like it you can just...just... Well, you can learn to keep your opinions to yourself.”
Sullivan helped Eden to her feet, holding on to her as if she might break if he let go. They were both still a little weak in the knees.
Jed all but sputtered. “I can’t believe you fooled us all with that... What you did was treachery, pure and simple. All this time we thought...”
“Speak for yourself, Jed. You were the only one who was blind enough to be fooled,” Cash said with a smile as he stepped away from the body of Jacob Merriweather. “Remember how you told me a few days ago that Eden was cleaning the tub? I almost busted a gut trying not to laugh.”
“Why?” Jed asked with a frown.
“You see...” Cash began.
“Daniel!” Eden gasped. “Don’t you dare.”
Cash grinned. “Well, maybe there are some things a brother shouldn’t hear about his little sister.”
Nate and Rico joined them, telling Eden, when she asked, that the children had been told all was well, and they would remain in Rose Sutton’s care until the bodies were removed from the street. She thanked them for being so thoughtful of the children’s delicate sensibilities.
“I need to see Millie and Teddy,” she said. “To give them a hug and tell them everything is fine. But I can’t do that until I change out of this blouse.” She wrinkled her nose and plucked at the bloodstained shoulder. “I don’t want them to see me like this. It would just upset them, and I’m sure they’re already distressed enoug
h by this episode. Goodness, did you hear Teddy scream?”
Eden shuddered as Sullivan draped his arm over her shoulder, and together they turned about. She slipped her arm easily around his waist and leaned comfortably against him. The shaking stopped almost immediately.
Rico grinned widely as Sullivan led Eden toward the hotel. He muttered something in Spanish, and for once no one told him to translate, and Cash didn’t bellow at him to speak English. Nate didn’t seem to pay them much mind at all, but he did seem quite pleased with himself.
Jed lifted his arms in frustration. “Is there anyone here,” he bellowed, “besides me, who was horn-swoggled into thinking these two were... that they didn’t... that they hadn’t...”
“Not me,” Nate said. “I married them, remember? I knew it would last.”
“I forgot you’re the wise one among us,” Jed said tersely.
Rico continued to grin. “If you would take your head out of the sand long enough to take a good look at the people around you, or perhaps to take a nice long smell...”
“I think I like the sand,” Jed said, but there was surrender in his voice.
Sullivan and Eden walked toward the hotel and left the others quibbling. He couldn’t hold her tight enough, couldn’t touch her enough. When he thought of how close he’d come to losing her...
“Hold it right there!” Jed hollered as they reached the hotel doorway.
Together, he and Eden turned to face the furious man.
Jed shook a menacing finger. “I guess if she had to marry one of us, it might as well be you. It could’ve been worse,” he said, glancing at the men around him. “She might’ve married Rico, or Nate, or”—he shuddered—“Daniel.”
“Well, thank you, I think,” Sullivan said.
“Is this your way of giving us your blessing?” Eden asked with a dimpled smile.
Jed Rourke actually blushed. “I reckon,” he mumbled. He waved a dismissive hand. “You go change out of those clothes, and I’ll go check on the kids. If you’re all going to stay here, I need to... mend a few fences with my niece and nephew.”
“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Sullivan said as he turned Eden about and they walked away from Jed.
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