Comanche Temptation

by Sara Orwig

  His mouth on hers stopped her from finishing as he kissed her and swung her down on the bed. Honor won the argument.

  Late in the afternoon Honor sat up suddenly. “Luke, I forgot Dolorita—”

  Luke grinned, placing his hands behind his head. “My stomach didn’t forget her.”

  “Do you think she knows we’re here?”

  “Of course she knows we’re home. Will would have told her before she ever set foot in the house. And she can tell someone’s been in her kitchen. We left a mess in there last night.”

  Honor blushed, looking at Luke, whose eyes danced with merriment. She glanced at the door. “So she’ll leave us to ourselves, I suppose?”

  “Would you interrupt us if you were someone else?” he drawled.

  She felt her embarrassment grow as her gaze returned to him. “Luke—” Her thoughts vanished as he pulled her down into his arms.

  It was late afternoon when Luke stepped out of bed. “Honor, if I don’t get some food, I’m going to faint.”

  Honor wrapped a sheet around her. “When you go to the kitchen, will you put water on to heat for a bath, please?”

  Luke grinned and turned to look at her, his hands on his hips, his lean, naked body well muscled and virile, and she wondered if they would get out of the bedroom today. Her mouth became dry, and she felt a longing and need for him that seemed to grow with every moment together. His brows arched. “What is it, Honor?” he asked quietly.

  “I just need you more all the time, and I love you more,” she said quietly. “I’ve loved you since you came to the H Bar R, but what I feel keeps getting stronger. Sometimes I think maybe Heaven sent you because I was going to lose Pa. I need you badly, Luke.”

  His expression changed and his jade eyes darkened as he crossed the room to hug her. “I feel the same, Honor. I tried to fight what I felt for so long. I knew your pa had high hopes that you would marry some man with more wealth and polish and education than I have—”

  “Maybe, maybe not,” she said, leaning back to look up at him. “I don’t think he would have had us marry like this if he hadn’t approved of you. Do you think Pa really expected us to go through a marriage in name only for six years?”

  Luke gazed down at her, tracing her chin with his finger. Then he looked over her head as if lost in memories of the night they married. “Maybe he didn’t.”

  “He would have picked Dusty if he had really expected that to happen,” she said.

  Luke’s gaze returned to her. She was right. She was her father’s child, and so much like Horace Roth that she might be exactly right. Horace Roth should have known neither Luke nor Honor could last six years bound in a loveless marriage.

  “We’ll never know, Honor, but I hope you’re right, and I’d like to think you are. I’d like to think he wanted us to marry.”

  “I know he did,” she said with utter confidence, and Luke grinned, thinking at moments how much she sounded like her father.

  A few minutes later, Luke bathed in the cold bathwater they had used the night before. Honor soaped his back, and when she tried to move around to rub soap over the rest of him, he started to lift her into the tub.

  “No! I’m waiting for a hot bath. You said you want to eat, and it’ll be embarrassing enough to face Dolorita in the middle of the afternoon to eat breakfast.”

  Luke laughed as Honor moved away, and in minutes he rose with a splash. He dried himself and dressed then was gone.

  When Honor entered the kitchen, her gaze went first to Luke, who stood up and came toward her as if he hadn’t left her less than an hour ago. He brushed her lips with a kiss, and she glanced around the empty kitchen “Where’s Dolorita?”

  “She thought we might like to have the house to ourselves. She’s cooked all day. We have a banquet of baked hen, a beef roast, warm biscuits, yams, applesauce—”

  Honor smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss him while his strong arms held her. “I’m glad we’re alone, but I’ll be embarrassed when I see her tomorrow.”

  “No, you won’t,” he said, his voice filled with such tenderness that Honor felt her pulse quicken. She thought how very long she had waited for Luke to hold her and kiss her and talk to her the way he had the past night and day. “She’s happy for you, Honor.”

  Honor smiled, running her hand along Luke’s shoulder, her appetite suddenly gone because she didn’t want to leave his arms. He moved to the table and held her chair. As she sat down, she felt Luke’s hands brush across the back of her neck. He started around the table and then paused, moving to the door.

  “Here comes Matt Tolliver,” Luke said. He opened the door and stepped outside, and Honor’s heart began to thud because Matthew Tolliver made her think about Luke’s returning to Missouri.

  Twenty-five

  Honor felt cold as she pushed away her chair and strode outside to a bright spring day. Sunshine spilled over the yard, and white clouds dotted a deep azure sky. The sweet scent of lilacs filled the air. Nonetheless a storm shadow loomed on Honor’s horizon, and she felt a chill as she watched the judge approach.

  Looking every inch a person of importance in his black coat and broad-brimmed black hat and black pants, Matt waved as he rode up. Dismounting and tethering his horse to a hitching post, Matt strode up to shake hands with Luke and greet Honor.

  “Afternoon, Honor. Luke.”

  “Come in,” Luke said easily. “We have all kinds of food.”

  “I was afraid you’d already started your cow drive and both of you would be gone,” he said, falling into step with Luke. Luke draped his arm across Honor’s shoulders as they walked to the house.

  “The drive has started,” Luke said quietly, and Honor listened while he told Matt all that had happened.

  “So Jed’s with the drive?”

  “Yes, he is.”

  “So I am too late! I was going to offer him a job this summer with me. He could stay with us. Mama said she’d like having a boy in the house again.”

  Honor glanced at Luke, knowing Jed would like nothing better than to work for the judge all summer.

  Luke held open the door, and Honor went ahead. Judge Tolliver followed her inside. He paused and looked at Luke’s plate of eggs and biscuits and gravy then glanced at both of them. Looking around the kitchen he asked, “Where’s Dolorita?”

  “She cooked some things and left,” Luke said easily, pouring Matt a cup of steaming coffee.

  “I’m intruding on your privacy,” he said. “I—”

  “Sit down, Matt,” Luke said with laughter in his voice as he held Honor close against him. “My wife and I are glad to see you, and there’s enough food here for the county. Want some of Dolorita’s baked hen and noodles, or her roast?”

  “I can’t pass that up,” Matt said, grinning and sitting down while Honor was glad to turn her back on the two men and get food for the judge.

  “You know, Matt, Honor and I are going to catch up with the men. I can tell Jed about your offer and if it’s all right with Honor, it’s all right with me if he wants to come back to work for you,” Luke said, glancing at Honor, who nodded.

  “It’s fine,” she replied. “And I’m sure it’s what he will want to do.”

  “Good! I hate to take him from you if you want him to go, but that boy was meant for a law office.”

  “I think we all agree with that thought.”

  “I know his pa hoped differently, and with time he might change. Let him learn what he can now. He might get it out of his system, but he’s got a good mind for law.”

  “It’s fine with us, and we know that’s what he wants.”

  In minutes Honor served the judge and she sat down across from him, wondering if he had ridden out with the sole purpose of offering Jed a job. It wasn’t until he had finished Dolorita’s apple pie that he pushed back from the table. His expression became solemn, and suddenly everything in Honor seemed to still. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating and her breath caught in her throat as Matt Tollive
r’s blue eyes met her gaze. Then he looked at Luke.

  “I didn’t come out here to talk about Jed.”

  The words fell like blows to Honor’s heart. She wished she could stop Matthew Tolliver and send him back to town now. She couldn’t bear to lose Luke again, and she reached over to take his hand. His strong fingers locked around hers, and he gave her a squeeze.

  Luke sat back in his chair. As he looked at Matt and waited, his expression remained unchanged, and Honor felt as if a sentence were about to be passed.

  “After you came to see me and told me about your life in Missouri, I sent a telegram to a man who is a judge in Saint Louis,” Matt said. “He wired back the name of a man in Saint Joseph to contact. I sent him a telegram.” Matthew Tolliver reached into his pocket and withdrew a folded yellow piece of paper.

  “I’m going to leave it with you two, and I’ll see myself out because you may want to talk things over,” he said solemnly. Honor felt numb, staring at the small scrap of paper as if it could take her future from her, feeling more threatened by it than she ever had by Rake Acheson.

  Matt Tolliver stood up. “I’ll be off. Remember what my advice was, Luke, before you ever saw the telegram and I urged you to forget all about your past. In Texas, no one asks a man about yesterday.”

  The judge dropped the paper on the table and pushed away his chair. “Tell Dolorita that meal was the best ever. Oh, I almost forgot. Mama would have a small fit—give this to Dolorita.” He withdrew a small bottle of perfume from his pocket and placed it on the table. Then he strode toward the door, where he removed his hat from a hook and placed it on his head.

  As the door closed behind him, Luke reached for the telegram and motioned to Honor to come sit on his lap. She hurried around to him and closed her hand over his as she sat on his knees and looked at him. She gazed into his green eyes, thinking how much she needed and loved him, and suddenly she wound her arms around him to kiss him long and hard, terrified she would lose him again.

  When she leaned away, she looked at him solemnly. “Luke, whatever it says, stay here. I love you, and I don’t want you to go back.”

  He kissed her lightly. “I might do that, Honor, but it’s a hard thing. Let’s see what it says.”

  Luke unfolded the telegram and Honor’s eyes scanned it swiftly, then looked at Luke, as joy and hope surged within her. “Luke, it says Luther Webster was killed in Tennessee in the assault on Nashville in December of 1864! There are no charges against him, and all the people involved are dead.”

  “The records are wrong,” he said, staring at the telegram.

  “Luke, there no longer is a Luther Webster,” she said, feeling as if a weight had lifted from her heart.

  Luke turned to her, tightening his arms around her. “You’d rather be Mrs. Luke McCloud?”

  “Much rather. It was Luke McCloud I fell in love with so long ago.”

  “You talk as if it were a hundred years ago. You’re only seventeen, Honor.”

  “It seems like I’ve waited for this a hundred years,” she said in a breathy voice, winding her slender arms around his neck again as joy bubbled within her and she leaned forward to kiss him. Luke’s arms tightened around her and the telegram drifted to the floor. In minutes he pushed back his chair and lifted Honor into his arms, stepping on the scrap of paper as he turned for the bedroom.

  Honor clung to the strong man holding her, looking into his green eyes and wanting to laugh and cry for joy. “You’re mine now, Luke, mine forever,” she whispered. “Una nu kamakunu?”

  “Honor, I’ll never understand that language. What are you saying?”

  She gazed up at him. “Do you love me?”

  “With all my heart and soul. Come here, my Comanche woman,” he said gruffly, then he bent his head to kiss her.

  Afterword

  Dear Reader:

  I hope you enjoyed Honor Roth and Luke McCloud’s story. This story developed after visiting museums in the beautiful Hill Country of Texas and reading about the frontier and the early-day ranches and cattle drives. In 1866, Charles Goodnight and Oliver Loving blazed a trail down through the Pecos and New Mexico to sell cattle to a northern market, establishing Texas and the cowboy in legend forever. It was only a little over a hundred years ago that the men and women in this area of the country were caught up in a terrible clash between cultures and races, and out of this history of cattle drives and the white encroachment upon the Comanche was born the story of Luke and Honor and their struggle for love.

  I enjoy hearing from my readers. Please write Sara Orwig, P.O. Box 780258, Oklahoma City, OK 73178.

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