by Merry Farmer
She did reach her hand across the table, inviting Travis to take it. “What I want is—”
A loud crash cut Wendy off as the ballroom door smacked open. Wendy yanked her hand back and turned to see Honoria stumbling into the room, Vivian and Bebe right behind her. Honoria was pale and her eyes were wide.
“Well? What are you just standing there for? Go on.” Vivian pushed her in the back.
Honoria took a stumbling step forward, then another. She darted a quick, panicked glance to Wendy before walking, as carefully as if she was treading on hot coals, toward a smiling Melinda.
“Ladies?” Mrs. Haskell glanced up from her book. “What are you doing here?”
“We’ve just come to see how Melinda is doing,” Vivian answered, all smiles.
“Yeah,” Bebe added. “To see how she’s doing.” Although at the moment, she seemed more interested in watching Honoria’s back with wide eyes.
Wendy narrowed her eyes and studied her would-be friend. Honoria was walking far too slowly and carefully. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and her face was pale with worry. Something else wasn’t right either. At some point, Honoria had changed clothes. That morning she’d been wearing a sleek and stylish gray day dress. Now she was wearing a full-skirted, pale green dress that was at least ten years out of style. No one had worn full skirts like that since—
Wendy caught her breath at the sight of a corner of white linen printed with violets popping below the hem of Honoria’s skirt. She checked to see if Mrs. Haskell had noticed, but the woman had gone back to reading her novel. Vivian and Bebe hurried Honoria the rest of the way to Melinda’s table.
Melinda casually knocked a pair of scissors to the floor. “Whoopsie,” she said, then bend over, disappearing behind the table.
Moments later, Honoria blushed and hid her face in her hands. She flinched just enough to hint that someone was tugging at her skirts.
“That’s the most blatant cheating I’ve ever seen.” Travis shook his head, a growl in his voice. “I don’t know whether to be furious or to laugh at them.”
“Don’t do anything,” Wendy cautioned with a sigh. “It would only muddle the competition.”
Travis gaped at her. “Muddle the competition? If this was a card game, every one of the Bonneville sisters would have just gotten themselves shot.”
He glared across the room again. Wendy looked as well. Mrs. Haskell was still reading and didn’t notice that the amount of finished work on Melinda’s table had miraculously doubled in the space of a minute, and Honoria’s skirt had shrunk just as unbelievably.
Wendy shook her head and reached for her own work. “They can cheat all they like, but you can’t run a dress shop by cheating.”
“Yeah, but you can win a competition that way,” Travis argued.
Wendy stared across the table at him. “Do the rules of this competition say that if Melinda wins but decides not to start a dress shop or gets bored with it after a few weeks that I can’t swoop in and take the prize after the fact?”
Travis’s brow lifted. “No. But if you’re going to start a shop and she isn’t anyhow, why are we working our fingers to the bone to begin with?”
A sly grin spread across Wendy’s lips. “Advertising.”
Travis blinked, then started to laugh. “Advertising my ass.” He blanched. “I mean, foot. Sorry, sorry.”
Wendy giggled at his profanity. After all, a man who was comfortable enough to loosen his lips around a woman might just be comfortable enough to discuss the future with her. “If I prove that I can do good work in a limited amount of time under pressing conditions, it’s as good as taking out an advertisement in a city paper,” she explained. “I want this competition to go on, no matter what it takes.” And she wanted Travis to stay there and sew with her.
“If you say so.” He sighed and picked up his work, squinting as he dove back into stitching. He paused a few seconds later. “What were you about to say just then?”
All of the heat that had dissipated when Honoria, Vivian, and Bebe waltzed into the room flew back to Wendy’s face. “I just think it’s time we settle things between us.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Me too.” He cleared his throat, squirmed in his chair, and put his work down again. “Well, I know that I want to—”
“Travis!”
This time it was Cody marching through the ballroom door that stopped the conversation before it could go anywhere.
Travis’s shoulders sagged and he muttered a curse under his breath that was far more colorful than his earlier slip. “Cody, what do you want?”
Cody approached Wendy’s workspace with slower and slower steps. He rolled his shoulders and barely glanced at Wendy. It was almost as if he was afraid of catching some horrific disease if he got too close to women’s things. Or perhaps it was just her.
Travis sent Wendy an apologetic look, then pushed himself to stand and cross around the table to Cody. “What?”
Cody risked another look at Wendy, then grabbed Travis’s arm and dragged him several yards away from the table. It wasn’t far enough to keep Wendy from hearing when he muttered, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Travis glanced past Cody’s shoulder to meet Wendy’s eyes with even more apology. Wendy pursed her lips and went back to sewing, pretending she wasn’t listening when, in fact, her entire being was focused on what Travis might say.
“Olga was injured yesterday, so I’m helping Wendy,” he explained.
“Helping?” Cody was incredulous. “By sewing? Travis, you’re a rancher. You’re a man. Men don’t sew stuff.”
Travis crossed his arms. “This man does.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Are you saying I’m not a man?” His tone was so challenging that Wendy’s lips twitched to a proud grin.
“No, but…yeah,” Cody hissed. “Come on, you can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“It’s bad enough that you married her in the first place.”
“Excuse me?”
Travis’s voice rose enough so that Mrs. Haskell looked up from her book for a moment. Wendy’s face burned hot, and she lost her smile, but she kept her eyes on her work.
“Marrying Wendy was the smartest thing I’ve done in a long time,” Travis went on, just barely loud enough for Wendy to hear him. “You might not see it, but right now, the most manly thing I can do is pick up that needle and that frilly, purple fabric and sew tiny little stitches as good as I can.”
“But Travis—”
“There’s no but. Wendy is my wife. I care about her. She needs my help, and I’m going to give it to her, no matter what you think, little brother.”
A long, tense silence followed. As desperately as Wendy wanted to peek and see what kind of expression both brothers wore, she continued to pretend to mind her own business.
At last, Cody muttered, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I convinced Mr. Garrett to talk to Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Piedmont to try one more time to send for a bride for me from Hurst Home.”
“You have got to be joking.” Travis raised his voice to the point where anyone passing in the hall would have heard him. He took a step closer to Cody. “Everything you’ve said since walking into this room—everything you’ve said in the last week—just proves that you are in no way ready for a wife. Any wife.”
“That’s not true,” Cody argued. “You’re just sore because Wendy wasn’t the right wife for me.”
“Oh, it’s more than that.”
“Well, she wasn’t,” Cody argued on. Wendy had to admit, she agreed with that statement fully. “She’s not right for you either.”
“I’ve had enough of you.” Travis stepped away from Cody, rubbing his clenched jaw. Before he turned away completely, he said, “What goes on between me and my wife is none of your business, but I can tell you this much—she’s very possibly the best thing to come my way in a long time.”
He didn’t wait to see how Cody would rea
ct. Instead, he stormed back to the worktable, snatched up the skirt he’d been sewing, and thumped into his chair. Wendy arched a brow at him, as if asking whether he was all right. When Travis glanced at her and nodded once, she snuck a peek at Cody. Cody stared right back, his face twisted in a look somewhere between confusion and frustration. Of all things, Wendy felt sorry for him. She wondered how old Cody Montrose was, how much or how little of life he’d experienced. Maybe this was the moment when he started to grow up.
“Ladies, it’s four-thirty,” Mrs. Haskell announced from her seat in the middle of the room. “I need to leave at five to make it home in time for supper. Mr. Gunn will be here at six-thirty to continue the competition, but you will have a break for supper.”
The announcement effectively brought an end to the tension between Travis and Cody. Travis glanced up and nodded to Mrs. Haskell with a quick, “Thank you, ma’am.” Cody let out a frustrated breath before turning and marching out of the room.
Chapter 9
By the time Wendy and Travis sat at a small table in a corner of the hotel’s dining room, finishing the supper Mr. Gunn had provided for them, Wendy was a ball of nerves. The confidence that she’d had going into the competition had been slowly chipped away until all she could see were the pricks and callouses on her fingertips and the mountain of work that she still had to do.
“Mrs. Garrett’s dress is almost done.” She spoke mostly to herself, pushing green beans around her plate without any intention of eating them. “I’m sure you can manage the hem. But there isn’t time to have a fitting to make sure the hem is the right length.”
“Is that the kind of thing I could do for you now and have you redo after the competition is over?” Travis asked, then took a final bite of steak. He’d hung on her every word as she fretted through supper, but that was part of the problem.
Dragging her eyes away from her plate, she studied his earnest expression. “Yes,” she began again slowly. “But much of the rest of the work requires a delicate touch.”
“Well, I’ve got a touch.” Travis sent her a grin that was both bashful and teasing. “Can’t say it’s delicate, though. At least, not when it comes to sewing.” He added a wink to the end of his words. Immediately, his face flushed and his gaze fluttered down to his plate, as though he’d spoken out of line.
Wendy’s heart pounded against her ribs. Her whole body buzzed with the need to clamp her hands around his arms, shake him, and demand to know whether they would really be married or not. She couldn’t let it rest any longer, not when her every waking thought was increasingly consumed with him.
“Travis, I need to know,” she blurted before she could get cold feet.
“Know what?” He set his fork down and rested his hands on the edge of the table, almost as if he was bracing himself.
“I…” She needed to know if he loved her. No, they hadn’t known each other long enough for that, had they? She needed to know if he could love her, if he could want her. “Travis, I…” She pursed her lips. Why couldn’t she ask a simple question?
“I think I know what you’re trying to ask.” He kept his voice low, his expression serious.
He reached a hand across the table and took hers. Wendy’s heart shot straight up to her throat.
“You need to know what Cody said to me this afternoon,” he finished. “And you need to know what I think about it.”
“I…” Wendy’s mouth dropped open, but she had nothing to say. “Well, I suppose…”
“Cody has a lot of growing up to do still,” Travis went on. He cleared his throat, adjusted his posture, and squeezed her hand. “He’s just an overgrown kid in a lot of ways. He doesn’t understand things like responsibility.”
Was that what she was to him? A responsibility? Again, she opened her mouth to ask if that’s all she was or if there was any sort of love there, but nothing came out.
“He also thinks I’m a fool for spending my days sewing right now, but I told him that there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than helping you.”
The grin that followed his declaration was so pleased that Wendy didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d overheard his entire conversation. “Thank you for that,” she said instead. “It means so much to me. So much. But…”
Nothing. She lowered her eyes, unable to form her worries into words.
Travis’s pleased expression slowly dropped to concern threaded with frustration. “What is it? What’s the real problem? There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Wendy sighed and lowered her eyes. It was easier to face things if she didn’t have to see the kindness and warmth in Travis’s eyes as she did. “Travis, is this what you truly want?”
For a long moment, Travis was silent. He let go of her hand and shifted back in his chair. “I assume you’re talking about the marriage?” His tone was uncertain, hurt.
Pain pierced Wendy’s chest, but if it wasn’t going to work, it was better to deal with things immediately.
“Yes.” She forced herself to lift her chin and meet his eyes. “I know it’s not what you expected. Perhaps it’s not what you wanted.”
“That doesn’t mean it isn’t what I want now.” He watched her as if she was one of the calves he’d been tending the other day, and as if she might kick him.
“And my asking these questions doesn’t mean it isn’t what I want now either,” she rushed to say. “But the fact remains that there are impediments to the two of us having a happy union.”
His mouth twitched to a half-grin. “Impediments to a happy union? You have a way with words.”
“That…that may be part of the point.” Now that the wall had been breached, there was nothing to stop her from pouring her heart out. “Our lives are so different, Travis,” she went on, barely above a whisper. “It’s not just a matter of…of heritage.”
“Heritage, as you call it, doesn’t bother me,” he insisted. “Not now, not since I’ve gotten to know you for who you are.”
Tears stung the back of her eyes at his beautiful words. “I’ve never met someone so generous and liberal with their opinions.”
He smiled. “And I’ve never met anyone so beautiful or so strong.”
Part of her wanted to toss the table aside and fly into his arms. “That’s my concern, though.”
“What is?” He shook his head.
She sighed. “We come from different worlds. You’re so well-suited to a ranch, I’m suited to a town. Everything I do requires me to be in town most of the time, everything you do calls for you to live on a ranch. Aside from the differences in temperament and expectation, where are we supposed to live?”
“Bonneville has that cabin on his ranch.” Travis shrugged. “I think it says in the contract…” He hissed out a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. “I never went back to the front desk to get that contract. I bet Bonneville is mad as a rattler that I haven’t given it to him yet. He can’t come get it because he’s banned from the competition now, and…” His words faded and his eyes unfocused. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. “You don’t want to live that far outside of town, do you?”
Feeling like the biggest ingrate Wyoming had ever known, Wendy lowered her head and shook it. “It wouldn’t be good for someone trying to start a business the way I am.”
Travis blew out a breath and rubbed his jaw. “I suppose it would be valuable for the town dressmaker to live in town.”
“It’s not essential,” she added. “But I’ve been doing this for years. I know how things go. There are times when it is absolutely vital for a seamstress to stay at her shop late to complete an order on time. Things may not be like that in Haskell now, but they could be soon. I’m not sure you’d want me traveling five miles outside of town to Rex Bonneville’s ranch late at night, alone.”
“I certainly would not.” Travis continued to rub his face, looking pained. “There are houses in town. We could look into buying or building one here.”
“But then you would be
the one traveling too many miles at all hours and in all weather to get to work. Is that really fair?”
“I don’t know.” Travis sighed.
“So…so does this mean that we should forget the whole thing?” she barely whispered.
Travis had been studying a spot on the table, but he raised his eyes to meet her gaze with such regret that Wendy’s breath caught in her throat. “Is that what you want? To call it all off?”
Wendy swallowed. It would be so much simpler if they took whatever way out of their hasty marriage that they could find. Feelings aside, he would be able to go on with his life and she would be able to build hers. Calling off the marriage didn’t mean they couldn’t still be friends. But was that what she wanted, what she really wanted?
The awkward silence stretched on between them. Everything had become so hopelessly muddled. She had accepted Cody’s offer to move to Haskell thinking she’d settle into a life as an everyday wife, but Travis’s encouragement had given her the courage to ask for more. Now that more was within her sights, though, it threatened the very reason she had made such a momentous change in her life. Worst of all, she couldn’t go back now, not physically nor in her heart.
“Well, this isn’t going to be solved tonight.” Travis tapped the tabletop and stood.
Wendy stood with him. “I don’t suppose it is,” she agreed, although every fiber of her being wanted an easy solution to appear before them.
Travis held out his arm for her. “Come on. I can walk you home for now, at least.”
With a wistful smile, Wendy slipped her hand into his elbow. They headed out of the dining room, nodding to Mr. Gunn along the way. It was already past six o’clock, and the hotel was quiet. Wendy had the nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, but her whole being was focused on holding her husband’s arm. Even though she couldn’t think of a thing to say as she and Travis climbed the steps and walked slowly down the hall to her room. Travis was just as quiet, wrapped up in deep thought.