“Then you’ve got nothing to lose,” Sally whispered over her shoulder.
His eyes went back to the drawing, releasing Glory from his hold. Sally was right. She didn’t really have all that much to lose, the problem was she didn’t know if she had the courage to reach out and take what she wanted. Despite what Zane thought, she knew that she wasn’t all that brave. She’d merely been surviving, and she acknowledged that she was pretty good at that.
Living took real courage. She hadn’t been doing a whole lot of living in the years she’d been here. She’d existed. She’d made the absolute best of her lot in life, but she’d been too busy hiding and hoping never to be found to actually live. Now that she realized that, she wondered if she’d been doing it all wrong.
Was it possible to reach out and take what Zane was offering and still be whole when he left? Or better yet, maybe she’d be a little bit better for the time they spent together? Was she brave enough to try?
“Drawing’s all done.”
It wasn’t until Charlotte’s happy voice interrupted her musings that Glory realized she’d been daydreaming. Penelope and Sally were deep in conversation about a vaudeville act Glory had been attempting to book for the ballroom with little luck. Charlotte stood before her, holding out the drawing as a child might do when seeking approval. She’d apologized all afternoon for not coming forward sooner and was doing her best to make things right. Not that there was anything to make right, as far as Glory was concerned. Charlotte hadn’t known about the letter so she’d had no reason to come forward sooner.
“Wonderful.” Glory forced a smile—it was so easy to smile without thinking about it after all her years of practice—and took the drawing. Zane had done a fabulous job capturing the man’s features. A middle-aged man stared back at her. His salt-and-pepper hair was thinned and combed to the side. He was clean-shaven with fine features, and he looked remarkably unremarkable. He could’ve been any of a dozen men who came through the doors every night. Her heart sank. She hadn’t realized how she’d hoped something might come from the drawing. That perhaps it’d jar her memory of seeing him that night.
“I don’t recognize him,” Glory said.
All three women looked over her shoulder. Penelope gave a shrug. “Neither do I.”
“Go ring Martin and ask him to come over for a moment.”
Charlotte went off to do that, and Zane stepped forward.
“Thank you for doing this,” Glory said. “I hope it helps.”
He inclined his head. “I hope so too.”
Glory became aware of a particularly intense stare coming from the stool beside her. Sally gave her a pointed look and smiled at Zane. Rolling her eyes, Glory decided that if she was planning to pursue something with Zane, then she’d do it in her own time and with plenty of privacy. “I’m needed in the courtyard,” she declared with a smile and pushed her unfinished glass of brandy toward Penelope. “Sally, you may come find me later if you wish to continue our talk.”
The woman’s laughter followed her from the room as well as the sound of Zane’s boots. She didn’t pay attention to him though, and he seemed content to linger on the periphery of the courtyard when they stepped outside. Emily and Edward were there playing with Mary, a young serving girl who cared for them a few afternoons every week when she wasn’t serving drinks and meals inside. The courtyard held a single oak tree, and a couple of years ago, Able had hung a swing from one of the limbs with thick rope and a sawn-off board. Edward squealed and laughed as his sister did her best to push him on the swing. She nearly fell forward with the momentum.
Glory’s heart twisted in both pleasure and pain as she watched them. They were so small and hopeful. Two little people just wanting to love and to be given love in return. She’d be able to shield them for a while yet, but determined then and there that it was time to stop waiting and to start living. She’d contact their mother and force the decision. Either she sent for them or Glory would take over their care. She’d keep them as her own.
Her heart started beating harder at the prospect of keeping them. After resigning herself to the idea of never having children, she realized now how much she wanted them. She’d have to tread carefully—no. No, she was done with being careful. Sally was right. Her life was right in front of her and she hadn’t been living it. She’d allow herself to love them even knowing that their mother might come back and swoop them up. Until then and for long after, she’d love them.
“Glory!” Finally noticing her, they called out, “Come play!”
Glory rushed over to them, not caring that she’d already dressed in her evening attire. She’d go and change if it came to it. For the next while she indulged them, playing on the swing and building castles in the small sandbox. She’d had the bags of sand brought in special for them. It wasn’t until Zane interrupted that she realized the shadows were longer in the courtyard. At least an hour had passed.
The twins stared up at him when he walked over, curious but not wary of the stranger in their midst. They’d probably seen him around. To her surprise, he smiled down at them and crouched. “I see you have a fine moat around your castle,” he said to Emily.
She beamed up at him. “Mine’s deeper than Edward’s.”
Edward understandably took offense to this and set about digging his out a little more with all the intensity a four-year-old could muster. He clamped his tongue between his lips and his chubby arms worked harder with the miniature shovel.
“That it is,” Zane agreed. “But Edward’s is nice and wide. I’m told that is also a very important feature when it comes to moats.”
For the next several minutes, the four of them made sure both castles were equipped with excellent moats. Satisfied with their progress, Zane retrieved two wooden boats from the bucket of toys off to the side. “I bet you’d both like a rowboat for crossing the water.”
They agreed and set about sailing their boats in the imaginary water. When they were occupied, Zane leaned over to her and said, “Hines has seen the drawing. He recognizes the man.”
Her heart nearly tripped over itself, but the solemn look in his eyes told her he spoke the truth. Nevertheless, she needed reassurance. “He’s certain?”
Zane nodded. “He said the man spent the night at The Baroness. Said he was leaving on the last train out. It was the same night you found your letter. He gave a name, though I’m certain it’s a fake, and a St. Louis address. Hunter has confirmed it’s the same address he found.”
It wasn’t much really. The address led to the same information they already had about the sender of the letter. Hunter was already doing all he could to track down the owner of the letter box. No easy feat considering the address was around fifteen hundred miles away. However, it was the confirmation she needed to verify what she’d already known, that no one in her employment had left that letter. Her staff was loyal. It was a small thing, but she was grateful to have it confirmed.
Zane had turned his attention back to the twins. A slight smile curved his lips as he watched them playing, making her wonder if he’d ever thought of having children of his own. He’d surprised her with how effortlessly he’d been able to play with them. She nearly shook her head at the direction of her thoughts. Sally had made her see how pleasant indulging her curiosity with Zane could be in the short term, but there was no reason she should be thinking such long-term thoughts about him. It shouldn’t matter to her in the slightest what his plans were for a family in the future. She wouldn’t be a part of them.
“What name did he give?” She asked the question almost absently. It didn’t matter since Zane already assumed that it was a fake name given to cover the man’s true identity. It made sense that he wouldn’t use his real name if he was trying to hide who he was. She asked it more because she thought she should than from having a genuine desire to know.
“Justin Dubose.”
Her w
orld tilted on its axis. It was the last name she ever wanted to hear. Her hard-won security, her independence, everything she’d ever worked for was gone with his utterance of that name. She took a deep gulp of air but it felt as if something squeezed around her chest, not allowing any of it in.
“Glory?” Zane kept his voice calm, probably so that he wouldn’t alarm the children, but she could see the alarm in his eyes. He touched her back and shifted so that he was facing her.
The twins looked up at them, their little faces pinched with concern.
She finally managed to take a breath, but her heart was still racing. “It’s him... It’s his name.”
The drawing wasn’t Justin though. Justin’s nose was more prominent and no one would call him fine-featured. He’d been handsome, though with a notably cruel twist to his mouth. The man in the drawing had been bland. No, the man hadn’t been Justin, but he’d used Justin’s name, which meant his letter wasn’t a lie. He was telling the truth when he claimed to know who she was. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d tell Justin where to find her.
If he hadn’t already.
The next few minutes passed in a blur. Thank God Zane was with her. While she was still dealing with the aftershocks of her world coming apart, he seemed to know just what to do. He gathered the children and her and took them all to the boardinghouse. Mary was there waiting to get them ready for bed, along with the other children, but Glory couldn’t give them up just yet. Zane seemed to understand and didn’t rush her.
Instead, he calmly helped her get them changed into their nightclothes and waited inside the door as she hugged them all good-night. She didn’t notice at first, but at some point as he guided her back to Victoria House, his hand slipped from her elbow to her hand. His palm felt so warm, his fingers so strong and comforting around hers that she didn’t even think to pull away. She squeezed tighter, holding on to him as the one solid thing in her world right now.
“Let’s get you upstairs until we can figure out a plan,” Zane said when they stepped inside the back door.
“I need Able.”
Zane nodded, and they took a detour through the house. She caught the attention of a maid leaving one of the salons and asked her to have Able meet her upstairs. The girl nodded and hurried off to the front of the house, where Able had probably already taken up his post for the night. Zane tightened his grip, leading her toward the back stairwell, when Sally popped out of the lounge as if she’d heard Glory’s voice.
“Glory! There you are. I thought we’d finish our chat before my performance.” Her steps slowed as she approached them, and her brow crinkled. “You look like hell, doll. What’s wrong?”
The sight of her old friend was enough to jar Glory back to life. She took in a breath, hiccupping over the lump in her throat. “Come with me upstairs.” She needed something familiar with her, something that would help reassure her that her whole world wouldn’t crumble simply because Justin had found her.
“Of course.” Sally put her arm around her to walk beside her up the stairs.
Regrettably, this made Zane let go of her hand. She missed him instantly, but his heavy tread on the stairs behind them was reassuring.
Able was already at the door of her apartment when they arrived. “Is he here?” Able asked. Maybe he could read the answer on her face.
“Not yet,” she replied.
Able’s nostrils flared as he took in a breath and his jaw clenched. He was worried.
“Come in. I’ll tell you,” said Glory, and within moments they were inside and she sat on the sofa. She could smell the rose water she’d used that morning. She could hear the ticking of the clock. The world was slowly coming back into focus.
Zane crouched down in front of her, his hand on her knee. “I’ll be back soon. I’m going to talk to Hunter.”
“Why?” As she spoke, Sally’s hand moved up and down her back in a soothing motion.
“Because we’re going to find him and we’re going to stop him.” Zane didn’t give her a chance to respond before he left.
Chapter Fourteen
“You!”
Zane was brought up short by the unexpected accusation as soon as he walked through the door of Glory’s apartment. She stood across the parlor, staring at him, her eyes wide in both fear and anger. She wobbled a little as she stared him down, bringing his attention to the tumbler of whiskey in her hand.
“Yes, it’s me.” He proceeded cautiously, wondering what the hell had changed in the two hours since he’d left her to go talk to Hunter. It probably had something to do with that drink in her hand. As he shut the door behind him, Charlotte and Sally watched him from the sofa.
“I told you, I don’t want you looking for him.” Glory gave a snort and tossed back a swallow of the amber liquid, making a face as she did. A strand of red hair had come out from its pins to curl down over her shoulder. She peered into the glass, mumbling, “This isn’t brandy.” He’d never seen her so unpolished and undone. There was something appealing about it.
“It’s whiskey, doll, you finished the brandy so I switched it for you,” Sally answered helpfully.
“How much of that has she had?” he asked the woman.
“Notalot,” answered Glory. She spoke so fast that the words ran together.
His lips twitched as he attempted to keep from smiling at the way she stood there swaying, trying her best not to look like she was drunk.
Sally shrugged innocently but somehow managed to look guilty as sin at the same time. “Not much. That’s only her first glass.”
He looked to Charlotte for confirmation. “It’s only her first glass of whiskey,” Charlotte clarified. “She and Sally finished off that fifth of brandy first.” She nodded toward a side table which held the now empty bottle.
“Oh, posh.” Sally waved her hand. “It was only half full when we started. Who gets drunk off that much? I drank much more than she did before I even got here.”
Zane squeezed his temples. Two hours. He’d been gone for two hours and that’s all it had taken for Sally to get Glory drunk and unsteady on her feet. He did believe there was some truth to Sally’s protestations of innocence though. She didn’t seem nearly as affected as Glory, meaning she’d probably had much more experience drinking than Glory. He hadn’t seen Glory drink anything but a glass of wine the entire time he’d been staying at Victoria House. Charlotte confirmed it when she said, “It’s because Glory rarely drinks. I’m sorry, Mr. Pierce. I only just arrived a few minutes ago.”
“No need to apologize,” said Zane. “Glory makes her own decisions.”
Charlotte looked uncertain, but she nodded.
Sally sighed in dramatic fashion. “She was upset. I simply kept refilling her glass to get her to calm down.” Charlotte gave her a critical eye, but didn’t say anything.
“H-h-hey!” Glory waited until she had their attention. “I’m right here. Stop talking about me.”
Zane bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Her fury lacked its usual heat. She was strong, kind, fiery and apparently adorable when drunk.
“Glory, doll, I have a half hour until my show. I have to go.” Sally walked over and gave her a hug before turning back to Zane. “Take care of her,” she mouthed as she let herself out.
He inclined his head in confirmation. That was a request he could follow.
“I’ll be down when you go on,” Glory called out.
The hell she would. Zane wasn’t letting her downstairs in her condition. He came to a stop in front of her, and she blinked, apparently only just realizing he was so close to her. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” He held out his hand for the tumbler.
She scowled and held the glass behind her back. “Maybe.”
If she thought it was out of his reach, she was sorely mistaken. He was nearly twice her size and could
have easily reached around her, but he didn’t. Instead he put his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Why are you so angry with me?”
“Because... I told you I don’t want you to have one thing to do with him and you went and got yourself involved anyway.”
“I hate to tell you this, pretty lady, but I was already involved. I’ve been involved since the night you came to me for help.” Sooner than that if he was being honest with himself. He’d have helped her at the first sign of trouble, whether she’d asked him for help or not.
Her scowl only deepened. “You know what I mean. You were s’pose...” She frowned at the way the word had come out and tried again. “You were supposed to find out if the letter was real or not. I didn’t want you all tangled up in...” She waved her hand, forgetting that she was holding a half-full tumbler of whiskey, so some of the golden liquid spilled out onto the rug.
He ran a hand over the back of his neck to keep from reaching out to take it from her. Charlotte hurried to the bathing chamber and came back with a towel to wipe up the spill.
“Now that we know it is real, what did you expect me to do? Did you think I’d sit here and do nothing? Or did you think I’d run off because my job is done?”
Glory frowned down at Charlotte, seeming to be confused about the mess she was cleaning up. Shaking his head, Zane took the glass and gently pried it from her fingers.
“Stop that!” she yelled and swatted at his wrist. “Hey! That’s mine.”
He stepped back with the glass and set it on the side table. “And it’ll be right here waiting for you. You can have the rest tomorrow.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and then stomped over to the window.
“Charlotte, can you leave us?” he asked.
Still on her knees, she looked at him and then over at Glory, clearly uncertain if she should leave him alone with her. “Glory?”
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