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by Pat Tracy


  She cleared her throat. The problem, she surmised, was that deep inside her, she really didn’t wish to escape Logan’s evil clutches. If truth be told, the man possessed the most remarkably alluring clutches.

  “Are you serious about wanting to marry me?”

  It was best to get that salient point in the open, she decided.

  He smiled. “Allow me, Miss Amory, to express my tender regards. Would you do me the singular honor of becoming my wife?”

  Her traitorous heart melted, even though she clearly detected his mocking usage of the nearly archaic phrasing. For a moment, she wondered whether he was laughing at himself and not at her. For even though laughter lurked in his eyes, there appeared to be genuine affection hovering there, also.

  She sighed. At this juncture, it really didn’t matter whether or not Logan was sincere. She had to be true to herself. The irony of her situation didn’t elude her. She remembered very clearly, planning to go to the outrageous lengths of making up a false fiancé for her sister’s benefit, so that Annalee would be able to marry one of her many suitors. Yet, when the opportunity of having a real fleshand-blood man propose did occur, Victoria found she could not accept his offer, at least not before she was convinced Logan’s feelings went deeper than mere physical desire.

  It was a startling revelation to realize that she would not settle for less than love. From any man, even one as deplorably appealing as Logan Youngblood.

  “I’m afraid I cannot accept your proposal.”

  Her words seemed very small in the confines of the office, yet she took comfort from their firmness. Still, she couldn’t quite meet Logan’s gaze.

  The pregnant silence that filled the chamber was as oppressive as any Victoria had endured. When she could bear the tomblike atmosphere no longer, she hazarded a peek at him through her lashes. An air of absolute determination sharpened Logan’s rugged features. She sensed that an argument of major magnitude was about to erupt, for Logan’s stubborn expression didn’t resemble the look of a man to be graciously dismissed.

  “You’re still upset with me for not being able to convince you I wasn’t the most notorious outlaw since Jesse James.”

  Victoria scowled. Logan made her sound like the gullible fool she felt. “It would be foolish for either of us to entertain thoughts of marriage.”

  “And why is that?”

  The soft question drifted through the office on wings of steel.

  “We are strangers and share no common ground.”

  “Wrong.”

  Her chin came up. “I didn’t even know who you were until ten minutes ago.”

  “A day ago, under the wide-open sky, you spread your soft thighs and invited me inside you. I’d say that makes us much more than strangers.”

  Victoria recoiled at his bluntness. “I gave myself to a man who doesn’t exist!”

  Logan thumped his chest. “I’m standing right in front of you. How can you say I don’t exist?”

  “But I don’t know you! I fell in love with a no-account drifter with a penchant for being locked up in stockades. You’re not him. You’re a…a banker.”

  Exasperation filled Logan’s eyes. “That has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

  Victoria’s eyes swam with tears. “Well, I guess I am stupid. Stupid for letting myself be seduced by a man who was sneaky and devious and. downright weasely.”

  “Now, honey, don’t start crying.”

  “I’ll cry if I want to.”

  “You have to marry me,” he said gruffly. “You love me.”

  “No, I don’t!”

  “But you just said—”

  “I fell in love with another man.”

  “But I’m the other man!” Logan roared.

  “Yelling at me isn’t going to do any good. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going to marry you. And I’m not going to work for you, either. I’m going home.”

  Even as she said the words, they held no appeal. But she was so confused by the recent turn of events she couldn’t think straight. She suspected she might need another good cry before she was able to sort things out. She held Logan responsible for her uncustomary weepiness.

  “Victoria, you can’t go back to Boston.”

  Her head jerked up. “Why not?”

  “You gave me all your money.”

  His reminder further inflamed her temper. “Return it to me at once.” She thought of something else. “And I want my book back, too.”

  “I’m not giving you back the book, Victoria. I consider it one of my most treasured possessions and refuse to part with it.”

  “Do you also refuse to part with the money I gave you?” She looked around at her plush surroundings significantly. “Such a paltry sum must be insignificant to you.”

  “On the contrary, those gold coins represent an invaluable investment, one I intend to hold on to for as long as I live.”

  Since Victoria had discovered which of them truly was the fool, she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised by his unhelpful attitude. “I’ll sell my wagon and oxen.”

  “Then how will you travel?”

  “I’ll sell my…books.” Just making the statement was enough to break her heart, as if it hadn’t already been shattered into a hundred little bitty pieces. “That should generate enough cash to get me back home.”

  “Yeah, I’ll bet there’s just hundreds of miners ready to stand in line to buy The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. You’ll probably have a riot on your hands trying to control the mob of men wanting to improve their minds.”

  His sarcasm had her eyeing the letter opener on his desk and rethinking her reservations against unleashing it upon his arrogant hide. “It’s none of your concern. I’ll think of a way.”

  “You’re forgetting something.”

  “What’s that?” she asked suspiciously.

  “You signed a contract to work for me and tutor Madison. You came west on the funds Martin advanced you. You have no choice but to honor that contract.”

  Victoria’s head pounded. She missed her image of Logan as an illiterate common thief. “You can’t expect me to fulfill that agreement. Not after everything that’s happened between us.”

  He smiled that confident smile she’d grown to resent and strolled toward his office door. Once there, he leaned negligently against the frame. His obvious blocking of the only exit from the room jarred her. She had the feeling that any attempt to wage war with Logan would leave her outgunned and outmaneuvered.

  “I expect you to accompany me to the hotel. I expect to introduce you to Madison. I expect you to honor the terms of your contract and spend the next two years teaching her how to read and write, as well as instructing her in history, arithmetic and literature. You will also edify her upon the subtle nuances of becoming a lady.”

  Pushed to the extreme, Victoria decided to fight back with the only means left to her. “I’m surprised that you would allow someone of my tarnished virtue within a hundred feet of the girl. I’m hardly what you’d call a. lady.”

  Logan’s eyes narrowed to pinpoint fury. He straightened from his casual stance and looked as menacing as she’d ever seen him. “To the rest of the world, you’re very much a lady, Victoria. I’m the only one you’ve allowed to experience your sweet fire. I’ll treasure that memory for as long as I live, and I won’t let you make something ugly of it.”

  Shamed but not cowed by his rebuke, she cast about for some other way of extricating herself from the wretched bog she was mired in. But the dismal truth was, she could see no way out. Even more disheartening was the admission that two years of being legally bound to Logan Youngblood wasn’t exactly a horrible fate.

  She wouldn’t marry him in haste. Nor would she permit him entry to her bedchamber. But perhaps, in time, if he was extremely contrite and conducted a long and proper courtship, she just might agree to become his wife. Of course, he would have to fall as deeply in love with her as she was with hum.

  Victoria squared
her shoulders. “It appears you do have me somewhat over a barrel. I will teach Madison.”

  “How very wise of you.”

  “But I wish to make it clear that ours is to be strictly a business relationship. I will be in your employ, and I shall expect you to conduct yourself in a circumspect manner. There will be no late-night visits to my bedchamber. There will be no untoward embraces or kisses. We shall conduct ourselves as respectable adults.”

  “I understand.”

  She looked at him in surprise. “You do?”

  He nodded grimly. “You’re going to make me suffer before allowing me into your bed.”

  “It’s exactly comments like that which must cease,” she said dourly. It made her uncomfortable to realize Logan had divined her intentions. She did wish for him to suffer before she accepted his proposal.

  “How long is it going to take, Victoria?”

  She bristled. It was extremely rude of Logan to put things so baldly. “A lot longer than two weeks!”

  “I suppose you expect me to bring you flowers.”

  “Flowers would be nice.” She remembered Annalee’s suitors had always had their house brimming with fragrant bouquets.

  “Candy, too,” he reflected glumly.

  “Well, yes, I do have a bit of a sweet tooth.” Actually, she didn’t, but surely she could develop one.

  “You’ll be expecting me to take you to dinner, no doubt.”

  “The Prairie Rose has an elegant dining room.”

  “All right, then.”

  His quick capitulation caught her off guard. “Then you agree to…uh…”

  “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘court’ you.”

  She knew she was blushing. Goodness, the thought of this virile man actually courting her was surprisingly heady. She was certain she loved him, but he was, nevertheless, very intimidating.

  “And, hell, yes,” he continued roughly, “I’ll let you put me through my paces in order to legally bind you to me, Victoria.”

  His cold-blooded pronouncement alarmed her. She hadn’t meant for things to be so cut-and-dried. In truth, she’d been hoping for a little romance. But there was nothing at all romantic in Logan’s fierce gaze. He looked uncomfortably like a man about to ride into battle.

  Her trepidation grew. She had the feeling that she’d somehow challenged the darkest, most frightening part of Logan to claim her. Still, while vaguely daunted by his bold demeanor, she experienced a sharp thrill of excitement.

  All of which meant she was probably destined for a life of unparalleled adventure. Her heart tripped over itself. When she’d come west in search of her great adventure, she’d hardly envisioned it in the rugged form of Logan Youngblood.

  Surely she was woman enough to rise to the occasion. In fact, the more she reflected upon it, she was probably the only woman in Trinity Falls capable of making Logan toe the line.

  She would certainly give it her best effort.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Martin Pritchert poured himself a drink from the brandy decanter on Logan’s desk. “At least there weren’t any shots.”

  Logan stretched his legs in front of him on the settee in his hotel suite. “That’s only because Victoria didn’t have a gun.”

  “I’d say she took the news that you were her employer remarkably well. I wasn’t able to detect any sounds of shattering bric-a-brac, either.” Martin carried his glass to a high-backed chair, where he settled himself. “Victoria Amory seems to be a level-headed young woman.”

  “You might not think so if you had seen her eyeing the letter opener on my office desk,” Logan muttered.

  Also vividly etched in his memory was the militant look in her eyes when she’d picked up the crystal paperweight. There had been a point in their heated discussion when he was sure she would hurl the heavy object at him.

  “Nonsense, I would say that Miss Amory is a perfect model of propriety and decorum.”

  Logan shifted uncomfortably at the realization that she had boasted those attributes until she became involved with him. He frowned thoughtfully at his boots. She still was a lady, dammit, even if she didn’t think so. She was his lady, and she was going to become his wife.

  And he wasn’t going to let her call the shots between them. He had no intention of letting the date of the wedding drift on the whim of her offended feminine pride. They would be married at the end of two weeks. And they would share a bed tonight. He had let Victoria think she could make him dance to her tune in order to soothe her outraged sensibilities. Tonight, when he came to her chamber, she would discover that the passion that existed between them was too strong to be doled out in miserly dribs and drabs.

  What he’d accomplished in his office this morning was to buy time. She would have the rest of the day to accustom herself to the fact that he wasn’t a felon on the run from the law. Her anger would subside by nightfall, he assured himself.

  Victoria had been wrong when she said that they were strangers. During their journey to Trinity Falls, Logan had learned a great deal about her. And one of her most endearing qualities, he reflected, was her fundamentally kind nature. Even though she’d been furious when she learned how wrong she’d been about him, she hadn’t resorted to profanity or violence.

  Lord, she might have had murder in those magnificent green eyes of hers, but she’d gained control of her anger. Tonight, he told himself, she would be more than ready to warm herself in the smoldering embers of the fire that momentarily lay banked between them.

  “I am curious, however, about what did transpire between you and Miss Amory during the two weeks you were

  gone.”

  Logan looked up from his contemplation of his boots. “You may assume I developed an appreciation of Miss Amory’s sterling character,” he remarked significantly. “And that appreciation had grown to remarkable fondness. I intend to marry her.”

  “You’ll pardon my shock, but I recall upon occasions too numerous to count statements to the effect that you would rather be drawn and quartered than married. What is it about Miss Amory’s character that’s made you change your opinion?”

  Logan found his friend’s question as irritating as the amused sparkle in the older man’s gaze.

  “Some things are hard to explain. What was it, for example, about your wife’s character that made you want to marry her?”

  “It’s really quite simple. I fell head over heels in love with her. She was gay and beautiful and had a willowy form that quite took my breath away. I admit I was a bit misled about her temperament. I saw her more as a vivacious girl than a strong-minded woman, but over the years I’ve found myself relieved she has a serious side to her nature.”

  Logan nodded thoughtfully. Victoria was no vapid young miss prone to giggles. Though, he mused, she did tend to blush frequently. Of course, since he knew he was guilty of saying some downright provocative things to bring the color to her cheeks, he didn’t hold that against her. Actually, he admitted to himself, he liked the fact that he could fluster her sufficiently to make her flush. It did something to a man’s confidence to know he had the power to unsettle his woman.

  “I have no doubts Victoria will make me a good wife, and she will also be a positive influence upon Madison.”

  “Congratulations, friend. After your disastrous experience with Robeena Stockard, I’d begun to doubt you would permit yourself to fall in love again.”

  “Who said anything about love?”

  “I just assumed. I mean, I.” Martin’s words ground to a halt, and he regarded Logan in clear disappointment.

  “If your matchmaking efforts were an attempt to ensnare me in a love union, you failed, Martin.”

  “My ‘matchmaking efforts’?” the man blustered.

  “I specifically remember telling you I wanted an older woman to tutor Madison. You know me well enough to understand the last place I’d want that woman to come from is Boston. I can only assume that you ignored my preferences and hired a young and
beautiful Bostonian because you envisioned more than a professional relationship developing between us.”

  “Confound it, I’m not a damned fortune-teller, Logan. I had no way of knowing that Colonel Windham would imprison and then abandon you at the fort, and that Miss Amory would arrive there alone to rescue you. Nor could I have foreseen that you would spend two weeks with the woman, traveling through the mountains to reach Trinity Falls. The last letter I received from her indicated she was going to be delayed leaving Independence.”

  “But you knew that when she did arrive, she and I would be practically living together, day in and day out, at the hotel. Did it escape your memory she was supposed to board with you and Constance?”

  A rash of heightened color brightened the older man’s already ruddy complexion. “Er, I…Well, dammit, man, you do need to get on with your life.”

  “Why Victoria Amory, Martin? What made you choose her for your scheme to end my bachelorhood?” Logan asked curiously, not angry at the turn of events, but determined to unravel the chain of incidents that had led to Victoria’s arrival at the fort.

  “Her father and I have been friends since we were boys. Even though Miss Amory doesn’t recall the encounter, we met several years ago. I was impressed by her poise and her intelligence. When Judge Amory mentioned in a letter that she’d become embroiled in a bit of scandal, which he strongly stated was wholly innocent upon her part, and I knew you were seeking a woman to instruct Madison, it occurred to me that…Well, that it was possible Victoria Amory might be just the woman to help you forget that scheming bitch Robeena.”

  “I can’t imagine any hint of scandal attaching itself to Victoria.”

  “I’m certain it was, as the judge explained, a misunderstanding.”

  “And was it just a simple misunderstanding that made you neglect mentioning my name to Judge Amory or his daughter?”

  “You’re well aware that there is an unfortunate stigma attached to your name in certain circles since the rather infamous afternoon you failed to appear at your own wedding. Besides, Benjamin Amory and I have the kind of respect for each other that doesn’t depend on unimportant details.”

 

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