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  now she wanted to put her hands around Caleb’s neck and shake

  some sense into the fool.

  “Is the man who gave her the cameo the same man who

  made the furniture upstairs?”

  “Y-yes. He made five pieces in all.” Even the bed we made

  love in last night. “Rebecca’s journals verify everything.”

  Becci looked back at Caleb. He glanced up, and their gazes

  locked. A spiral of heat zipped through her in response to the

  desire she saw in his eyes.

  It was as if he’d touched her in the most intimate of ways.

  She felt the heat creeping up her neck to touch her cheeks. He

  might be standing with another woman, but that look assured

  her it was her he wanted. And she wanted him. Her jealousy

  faded, and she smiled and tipped her head toward him. He

  acknowledged her with the same slight movement.

  It didn’t matter that they were a room apart, his eyes

  warmed her from head to toe. When everyone left Becci knew

  she would be the one he chose to be with. More than anything

  she wanted to touch him. Love him. Hold him.

  The blonde rose up on her tiptoes and whispered something

  in Caleb’s ear, and he looked down, breaking the heated visual

  contact between them. He shook his head and took his glass

  from the bartender. A couple danced past, blocking her view.

  In that fraction of time Caleb’s expression went from saucy to

  distressed.

  His motions were slow and calculated as he brought his

  drink to his lips and drained every ounce of liquid from the

  glass. The action startled Becci. What had the woman said to

  bring about such a quick change?

  Caleb’s gaze sought hers again. He looked as if he wanted

  to be rescued. He was a handsome man, and he needed to learn

  how to fend off modern women. She knew he should gain the

  experience on his own, but the blonde cupped her hand to his

  cheek, and Becci knew she couldn’t take another minute of

  watching her make a play for Caleb. He belonged to her.

  Maneuvering her way around the room, Becci came to the

  spot where she’d last seen Caleb. The woman stood alone,

  staring toward the entry hall, but Caleb had vanished.

  Becci went to the kitchen to see if he’d gone in there to

  help Lilly and Maude. Neither of them had seen him.

  She returned to the family room and began to move from

  group to group while she looked for him. Her heart was

  pounding so hard it battled the beat of the music coming from

  the stereo. Where had he gone?

  Whirling around to go to another room, she gasped and

  took a step backward. Michael stood so close she could smell

  the bourbon on his breath. Mr. Latham stood beside him, his

  gaze darting nervously around the room. A heavy silence hung

  between the three of them.

  Becci glanced around the room in search of Caleb, who

  was still missing, then from one to the other of the men blocking

  her path.

  Mr. Latham tugged at his bow tie, cleared his throat and

  cast a wary look at Michael before he said, “Ms. Berclair, as

  you know, I just had a phone call. It was the committee

  chairperson calling about the grant.” He finger-combed his hair

  nervously, then took a long draw from his drink as he cut his

  eyes toward Michael.

  Why was he scared? Becci wondered, bewildered. It

  wouldn’t be his fault if she didn’t get the grant.

  “I—he informed me that the decision came back late this

  afternoon on the grant’s recipient. They’ve decided to give it

  to the food kitchen on Beale Street. I’m sorry you went to all

  this trouble for nothing.” He gestured about the room with his

  glass then brought it to his lips again, emptying the remainder

  of its contents.

  “Thank you. I...” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  Without the grant, she could go on with her plans to sell, but

  where would that leave Caleb? “There’s nothing to be sorry

  about. Just enjoy yourself. Even if I’d found out this afternoon,

  it would have been too late to cancel the party.”

  Mr. Latham nodded. Staggering slightly, he caught his wife

  by the arm and headed toward the dance floor.

  “Please don’t hold this against me,” Michael pleaded. “I

  did everything in my power to sway them in your favor. After

  everyone leaves, we can discuss your options.”

  Becci nodded. What options? She had to sell. The only

  difference now was that she didn’t want to. But with no money

  to pay the taxes, she didn’t have a choice.

  “May I have the next dance?”

  “W-what?”

  Without waiting for her answer, Michael caught her hand

  and led her to the dance floor. He slipped his arm around her,

  holding her firmly against his chest. Becci tried to step away

  from him, and he tightened his hold even more.

  Everything about Michael’s behavior frightened her. She

  straightened and leaned away until she was able to look him in

  the eye. His touch and his actions were angry, and the hard

  glare in his eyes confirmed his fury. But why was he so angry?

  She moved stiffly around the dance floor and searched the

  room for Caleb. If he saw her in Michael’s arms, she knew he

  would come to her rescue. As she examined each group they

  passed, she was surprised to see Mr. Latham and Aunt Lilly

  engaged in a heated conversation. Mrs. Latham stood at the

  bar waiting for her drink order. Caleb and the blonde were

  nowhere in sight.

  “If you’re trying to find your hired help, he snuck into the

  hall just after he tossed back his third drink. He’s probably

  upstairs rummaging through all your belongings, looking for

  more of the gold like he found last night.”

  “Last night? What are you talking about?”

  “According to his friend Jacobs, ‘he found the key that is

  supposed to make everything right.’ I have no idea what that

  means, but I don’t think the man was referring to what happened

  in your bed.”

  Becci froze, the dance forgotten. Michael couldn’t possibly

  know that she and Caleb had made love.

  “What I do in my house is no concern of yours. I am no

  longer your fiancé.” Becci jerked her hand free and stepped

  around him.

  “I know that, Becci. That crack was totally uncalled for.

  It’s just that I thought you loved me, and I’m jealous. I see the

  way you look at him, and you held him so close when you

  were dancing. We were engaged, and you never danced so

  suggestively with me.”

  Before she could respond, he continued, “This man doesn’t

  love you. All he wants is the gold he thinks is in the house. He

  probably found some old necklace that is worthless.”

  “Caleb didn’t find anything,” Becci assured him.

  “I don’t think Jacobs was lying. No. Let me correct that—

  I know Jacobs wasn’t lying. Harrison did find something. Jacobs

  showed me Harrison’s journal. The man wrote all about finding

  the ‘medallion.’ Mighty interesti
ng reading. Of course, I didn’t

  get to read the whole journal, just the last entry. And I couldn’t

  tell you if what he wrote is the truth or not. I haven’t had a

  chance to go upstairs and investigate.”

  Becci frowned as a myriad of questions rushed through

  her mind. How did he know Jacobs? And why would the man

  steal Caleb’s journal? “You have Caleb’s journal?”

  “No. Jacobs thought it might have some valuable

  information in it that I needed. And it did. I know that whatever

  Harrison found, it’s not of value or he wouldn’t have left it in

  that little trinket box he made for you. I just wanted you to

  know he was rifling through your things.”

  “And you know this because you read it in his journal.”

  Michael nodded.

  “H-he didn’t find anything,” Becci repeated. “He would

  have told me.”

  “Would he?” Michael’s words were cold, pulling at the

  trust she felt for Caleb. “The proof is in your room. Ask him.

  I’m not sure he’ll be truthful, but I suppose you know him well

  enough to sense whether he’s lying or not. Or better yet, go

  look for yourself.” He indicated the stairs with a slight tilt of

  his head.

  “And Becci, I still care for you. Whether or not things

  work out between us, I want you to know you can count on me

  to help you straighten out your financial problems.”

  “T-thank you. We’ll talk later. I’ve got guests to see to.”

  Becci stared at the staircase, her heart pounding. Her

  common sense told her to ignore Michael, that he was just

  trying to cause trouble. But what if he wasn’t lying? What

  would she find upstairs?

  ***

  The clock struck midnight. Caleb stifled a yawn and

  massaged the muscles at his nape. He hadn’t seen Becci alone

  since he’d discovered Ascott’s deception, which was probably

  just as well. After giving it some thought he’d decided that

  what he’d learned could wait until everyone left. He didn’t

  want to be the cause of an embarrassing scene between her

  and the man.

  The seconds continued to tick by in slow succession. Yet,

  they moved too fast. It wouldn’t be long before his time with

  Becci would come to an end.

  As the people began to leave, Caleb’s stomach churned.

  The turmoil he felt coiled inside him like a snake ready to strike.

  He had to get out of the house. He’d promised Jacobs some

  food, and now was as good a time as any to take it to him.

  Caleb hurried to the kitchen. He retrieved the plate Lilly

  had prepared for Jacobs and headed for the shed.

  “Jacobs,” Caleb called out as he opened the door. “I have

  your food.”

  Jacobs immediately popped into sight. Caleb handed the

  plate to him and picked up his journal. What was it doing on

  his bed? Who had taken it out of his saddlebags? He shrugged.

  He’d probably left it out last night. Jacobs couldn’t read, so he

  wouldn’t have bothered with it.

  “Why don’t you take your meal to the lake to eat?” he said

  distractedly. “I need a few minutes alone to make some

  notations in my journal. When I’m finished I’ll join you so we

  can go over everything you need to know about our trip home.”

  “Did ya find some more of that there gold?”

  “I haven’t looked for any gold, and I don’t intend to. Becci

  needs it more than we do.”

  “Speak for yoreself, boy,” Jacobs drawled. “I got lots of

  needs. I ain’t leaving without fillin’ my pockets.”

  “I’m not a boy, and you’d best remember my warning about

  Becci and the house. Now get on down to the lake and wait for

  me.”

  Caleb shoved him toward the door. Jacobs grabbed the plate

  and disappeared into the darkness before the door shut.

  Caleb shook his head. He hadn’t been able to keep his

  despair from spilling into his words. The man had probably

  mistaken the anguish in his voice for anger. The intensity of

  the pain at the thought of leaving Becci shook him.

  He raked both hands over his head and kneaded his neck.

  Then he dropped them to the journal in front of him. “Oh, Becci,

  I don’t want to lose you.”

  He turned to the last entry and flipped the page over. Staring

  at the blank page, he closed his eyes and inhaled. What could

  he say? Had she believed him when he’d declared his love?

  Had he been able to make her understand what he felt in his

  heart? Did she know how much he loved her?

  Slowly the words formed in his heart. He opened his eyes,

  and his pen hovered over the page. Then the words flowed

  from his heart onto the last page of his journal. When he’d

  finished, a deep sadness filled him. He shut the book, slipped

  it into his saddlebags and slid it under his bunk. He didn’t dare

  read it again. The written word couldn’t show his true feelings,

  but it was the best he could do. And he still had tonight to

  show her how he felt. For now, he had to take care of Jacobs.

  He left the shed and walked slowly down the hill. He had

  never before noticed how the smooth surface of the lake

  reflected the full moon. Stars flickered in and out of sight while

  the clouds peeked over the tops of the distant trees. Lightning

  brightened the edges of the clouds that would soon turn the

  starry sky to black. With the storm would come high winds

  and blinding rains and changes he had no control over.

  Across the lake a fish jumped for insects, breaking the

  silence and sending a ripple across the water. Had he really

  been here five weeks?

  “Are ya spendin anuther night with the filly?” Jacobs asked,

  breaking into Caleb’s thoughts.

  “Where I spend my night is no concern of yours. At ten

  o’clock tomorrow morning I’ll meet you here, and we’ll go to

  Becci’s bedroom together. That’s where we entered this time

  period, so that should be the way back. I’ll have the medallion

  by then. If it is the key, when we walk back through the door

  we should be back in our own era.”

  “What’s to keep ya from goin’ back without me?”

  “We came together. If we don’t go back at the same time,

  I don’t know what will happen. Maybe one of us could die.”

  Gravel crunched in the distance. Both men glanced up as

  the cars began to leave. “Just be here in the morning, Jacobs.

  I’ve got to get back up to the main house right now. Our guests

  are leaving.”

  ***

  Becci couldn’t wait for the guests to leave. She excused

  herself from the group of antique dealers and told Lilly she

  was going upstairs to change her clothes. She shoved open her

  bedroom door and walked to the dresser. She stared at the trinket

  box. Did she really want to know if Michael was telling the

  truth? It wasn’t whether she wanted to know—she had to know.

  Clutching the box to her chest, she sat down in the chair

  and slowly pushed off the lid. The imprint on the medallions—

  two hands cla
sped in friendship—matched what Caleb had

  drawn the day he told her about it. She held it up. It turned

  slowly, catching the light and sending a glittery array of color

  around the room. She couldn’t believe that this small necklace

  had caused all the troubles listed in the journals. But she knew

  firsthand how greed could change people.

  Becci placed the medallion back in the box and picked up

  the pouch. Loosening the drawstring she poured two small gold

  nuggets into her palm. If this was pure gold it would pay most

  of the back taxes, but it still wouldn’t be enough to do everything

  she’d planned to do. Had Caleb put it there for her? He said he

  needed the medallion to travel back to his time, but not the

  gold. Did he plan on taking it anyway? Why hadn’t he told her

  he’d found it? And why had he put it in the box he’d given

  her?

  “Becci, our guests are leaving,” Lilly said as she entered

  Becci’s bedroom. “Oh, child, what’s wrong?”

  Becci held out the gold nuggets. She wanted to trust her

  heart. If Caleb had lied, he had to have had a good reason,

  didn’t he?

  Lilly raised her hand to her chest and gave a woeful shake

  of her head. “Caleb lied to us, didn’t he?”

  Twenty

  Ascott stood at the back door with Mr. Latham. His

  whispered words carried in the stillness of the night. “Tell the

  boss I’ll have Ms. Berclair’s signature on the papers before I

  leave here. We’ll close the deal by the end of the week, and

  he’ll have his money.”

  Caleb walked into the light as Mr. Latham headed for his

  car. “Signature on what?”

  “That’s none of your business, Harrison.”

  “You’re not getting Becci’s house. That woman you set up

  for me as a date told me what you’re doing, and I’m not going

  to let you steal from Becci.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about, and you don’t

  have a say in what Becci does or doesn’t do,” Ascott snapped.

  “After what she learned about you tonight, I doubt she will

  ever be willing to trust you again.”

  “She knows everything there is to know about me. You’re

  the one with secrets.”

  “We all have a few,” Ascott said as he stalked off toward

  the Mustang parked under the large oak.

 

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