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The Gunslinger and the Heiress
Kathryn Albright
FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDSYears ago heiress Hannah Lansing was forced to give up the man she loved. Now, to save the family business, her grandfather demands she marry someone she feels nothing for. Torn between duty and desire, Hannah can turn to only one manGunslinger Caleb Houston is shocked when Hannah arrives in San Diego he never expected to see her again!In the eyes of society theyre worlds apart, but can Caleb finally convince Hannah to put her own happiness first and trust in the power of the love they share?
His kiss deepeneddemanded moreand suddenly she was nervous.
Caleb stop, please.
He squeezed his eyes shut and then, breathing hard, pulled back. You do realize this changes things?
At her silence, he looked up from his task.
It cant change, Caleb. I cant
Thunderclouds gathered on his brow. I must be the biggest fool west of the continental divide. Even now you are thinking of going through with marrying Rowlings?
Dont you understand? I cant think about just me!
He stood and buckled on his gun belt, shoving his gun into its holster. Dont explain it. I dont want to hear it again. Look. I dont fault you for being loyal to your family, but you need to figure out if that is more important than being loyal to yourself.
An obstetrics nurse, sonographer and medical writer, KATHRYN ALBRIGHT was delighted to add published novelist to her bio when her first completed manuscript made the finals in the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Contest and was picked up by Harlequin
Mills & Boon. She writes Americanset historical romance, and her award-winning books are inspired by the real people and events of the past. She lives in the Midwest and loves to hear from her readers at www.kathrynalbright.com (http://www.kathrynalbright.com)
AUTHOR NOTE
Ive had several readers write and ask what happened to Hannah, the little girl from my first book THE ANGEL AND THE OUTLAW. Shes all grown up now, and it is a pleasure to bring you her story here.
I enjoy the colourful history of my hometown, San Diego. Many of the unique facts I learn show up in my stories. 1888, the setting for THE GUNSLINGER AND THE HEIRESS, was a time when Wyatt Earp owned three businesses in town, when the famous Hotel Del Coronado had its grand opening, and when a young boy stumbled into town saying he had been living with pirates off the coast. No one believed him until he produced a few items from the stolen pirate booty.
I love to hear from my readers. You can find me online at www.kathrynalbright.com, on Facebook, and at Goodreads. Stop by and say hi.
The Gunslinger
and the Heiress
Kathryn Albright
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For my sonsBeau, Zachary and Cole.
You are my inspiration for every hero
Contents
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Excerpt (#u2b09598d-7701-5474-a0d3-fe652575703f)
About the Author (#uf5f270ca-4072-5763-af77-4ed465bfb271)
Author Note (#u46eba4b5-a618-52e5-8db9-c4fdc495be92)
Title Page (#u42793858-08bd-5447-97bb-7cb92312f801)
Dedication (#u0f3a18a4-0c95-5f3b-b159-38cba122136c)
Prologue (#u26e15b2f-a5d8-5d25-b38d-3a65a42b9b19)
Chapter One (#u3c702d26-918c-57d9-ba22-b74cc9d37eac)
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Prologue (#ulink_9518e232-3838-5f95-bedb-60c0ba3539fe)
San Francisco Bay, 1883
Look lively, Scrapper. We be dockin soon. Need you on deck.
Caleb opened his eyes, letting in a sliver of light.
In response, Squid squared a hard boot to his side, rocking the rope hammock in a violent arc.
Back off! Awake now, Caleb stretched his back against the stiffness that had taken over his body, and then swung his feet to the plank flooring. He rubbed the remaining sleep from his face, wincing when he discovered his bruised and cut bottom lip.
Gor. Look at you.
Trask and Corcoran deserved everything they got, he muttered. Hed only protected what was his.
Good thing youre getting off. Corcoran is fair anxious to have you gone.
That makes two of us. I didnt sign on to dance with him. All hed been lookin for when hed boarded the clipper in Windham Bay was to work his way south. It had been the captain who had offered a bonus if hed stay on. The permanent crew, namely Trask and Corcoran, had taken offense. Last night their petty jealousy had turned on a new tack, bypassed annoying and headed straight to ugly when theyd learned hed had some luck in the gold fields. It wasnt information he bandied about, so how theyd come across it was a mystery. Whatever the case, theyd come out of the scuffle in worse shape than he had. Gingerly, he touched his lip again. Scabbed over. Hed heal. He always did.
Squid gave him the once-over, apparently decided he was up and moving and left.
Caleb walked to the porthole and surveyed the shoreline. The ship maneuvered through the deepest channel of the harbor toward the docks. Shipyards and warehouses lined the waterfront in a familiar pattern like every other port hed ever entered. But this was San Francisco, which made all the difference. It wasnt home. Not once in his twenty-four years did he remember having a true home, even though his sister, Rachel, had tried her best. He let out a long breath. No, Frisco wasnt home, but when her letter had finally tracked him down, hed known he had to come back. Hed read it in the spaces between her words. With her first baby on the way, she was scaredscared things might be the same for her as it had been for their mother the night he was born. Heck, he was worried, too. Rachel had always been there for him. It was time he returned the favor.
* * *
A thick border of red and blue flowers bobbed in the summer breeze, issuing a light scent along the stone path to the front door. Rachel would know their name. Shed planted them on his last visit, talking on and on about how theyd look when he came back in a year.
That had been four years ago.
And that was why he stood before the cottage on Sand Pebble Road with his canvas duffel bag slung over his shoulder, bracing himself for the meeting ahead. A tongue-lashing was to be expectedand not the enjoyable kind with a willing woman. The scolding wouldnt change a thing, but it would make Rachel feel better, make her feel as if she had done her duty as his stand-in mother.
Either way, a place like thisa place he could hang his hatjust hadnt been in the cards for him. Too much gunpowder inside, one black-eyed Sitka woman had said. That had been true once, but now...now he might try staying putfor a while or possibly longer. Rachel would be plumb tickled at that prospect.
He pounded on the door, stepped back and listened for sounds from inside. Silence.
Briefly, he considered heading back to the bar hed passed on the waterfront. He could come back laterwhen Rachel or Stuart was home. Trouble was, Trask and Corcoran were probably there by now. Better to sit that one out. He tried the door latch, sure itd be locked tight, only to feel it give under his hand.
Striding inside, he dropped his duffel on the parlor floor. Sunlight through the window turned the sitting room and entryway into a yellow and rust-red kaleidoscope of color, but the house was eerily quiet. Hed expected Rachel to be home. After all, it was near time for the baby to come. Wasnt she supposed to be sitting in a rocking chair knitting socks or blankets or something?Course, he hadnt sent word ahead that he was coming. There hadnt been time.
A scrap of paper, blown from the tea table by the breeze hed created on entering, floated down to the dark plank flooring. He crouched and picked up the note, his gaze falling on a familiar name. He rose to his feet, smoothing out the crease as he read. Hannahs birthday. Hed missed the date by a few days, but apparently a party was happening even as he stood waitin for company. No doubt hed find Rachel there.
Hannah. If Rachel had had to take over being his mother, it was Hannah he thought of as his kid sister. Shed been a skinny mite the last time hed seen her. Rachel had mentioned Hannah didnt come by anymore, didnt have much to do with Stuart either, no matter that the man had been a stand-in father and raised her those years at the lighthouse. When her grandfather finally found them, hed insisted she live in the mansion as her birthright.
Guess he might as well head there and see what she looked like after all these years. It was as good a time as any to give her that trinket hed been carrying around. Taking a small leather pouch from his duffel bag, he stuffed it into his vest pocket and set off for the Lansing estate.
* * *
The property encompassed the entire crown of a prominent hill. He stopped before entering the wrought iron gate and checked the view of the harbor below. A long, low whistle escaped. Several sailing vessels with their tall masts lined the wharves beside smaller fishing boats. Beyond them, a swath of deep blue water glistened under the setting sun. Hannah must have felt like a queen to see this every day.
He turned and strode up the long cobbled drive. Around a tree-lined bend, the mansion emergedelegant white stucco surrounded by an expanse of green grass. The place hadnt changed much since the last time hed seen it. Five black carriages were parked in front of the estate, and more conveyances had pulled off under the trees. Gas lanterns spilled light along each side of the marble staircase leading to the front entrance. At the base of the stairs, a large fountain sprayed sparkling water into a shallow pool.
He swallowed, feeling wholly out of his element. At the door, the butler pursed his lips, but reluctantly allowed him in. He stood in the entryway under thick cherrywood beams that crisscrossed the white domed ceiling. Down the wide hallway came the sound of deep voices interspersed with high twittering and the smell of something sweet bakingcookies or maybe a cake. The flash of a dinner jacket at a doorway had him looking down at his leather coat and canvas pants. Guess he was a bit underdressed for the occasion. He wore his Stetsonthe only new thing he owned.
When someone finally emerged to meet him, it wasnt Hannah or even Rachel. It was Dorian Lansing. Leaning slightly on the cane that had always been a statement of his power, he strode down the hall decked out in a stiff new suit. The ruffles at his collar seemed out of place on such a man. His appraisal was quick, but Caleb felt as if hed been turned inside out and inspected thoroughly for bugs.
Dorian nodded briefly. Mr. Houston. Its been a while.
Ive just arrived in town. Thought Id let my sister know I was here and say hello to Hannah. Dont mean to interrupt anything.
Dorian peered at him with those piercing blue eyes. The years might have watered them down some but hadnt blunted their sharpness. Youll understand if I dont invite you in. This is an exclusive gathering. I will inform my granddaughter you stopped by. Without waiting for a response, he turned back toward the party.
Caleb hadnt expected to be treated like royalty, but then he also hadnt expected to be treated like dirt. He took two steps following Dorian. The butler blocked him from going farther, so he called over the mans shoulder, Ill see Rachel. Just to let her know Ive arrived safely.
Dorian paused halfway down the hall. He didnt look back. Very well. Ill send Mrs. Taylor out.
Caleb tried to corral his retaliatory thoughts. Hed better not be waiting until Christmas.
Sudden movement from a nearby doorway caught his eye. A young woman stood there, frozen like a deer in the woods before it breaks and runs. Recognition hit him like the wallop of finding gold at the bottom of the Indian River. Hannah. Last time hed seen her, shed been in braids and wore a pinafore to her shins. Now her fancy white dress hugged curves of a waist hed never seen beforeand her shoulders were bare. Bare! Where had he been while all this came about? She wasnt quite a woman yetbut she was close, mighty close.
He tipped the brim of his hat and then signed her name. Hannah?
A smile transformed her face, dimples forming on both cheeks. She ran toward him, her arms stretching wide to hug him the way she always had.
Miss Lansing, the butler said, and coughed discreetly.
Immediately Hannah slowed, and the smile disappeared into tightly pressed lips as she lowered her arms. The transformation cautioned him. Guess she was a young lady more than a girl now.
She stopped a full three feet from him. Hello, Caleb, she signed. How lovely to see you. She was suddenly so stiff and formal that he half expected her to curtsy. Before he could answer, she wrinkled her small nose. You smell like fish.
He raised a brow. So the imp was still inside her. Reading her sign language came back to him naturally, as if hed never had a four-year hiatusa surprise after all hed lived through in the north country. He looked closer at her, noting the changes. Still the same heart-shaped face, the same big gray eyes, but the young waif was turning into a butterfly. She carried herself as if she was royalty coming to call. A comb sparkled in the upsweep of her pale blond hair. Diamonds? Most likely...
Miss, the butler cleared his throat again.
Her hands flew in beautiful rhythmic patterns. Im fine, Edward. Really. You may go.
Caleb hadnt expected the way she spoke with her hands to be so elegant, so...so graceful. It was like a dancemesmerizing.
Edward frowned but did as he was instructed and disappeared into a side room.
Well, arent you all grown up, Miss Hannah? Caleb emphasized the miss to tease her. Hed never called her anything but Hannah or peanut. She might not be able to speak, but her hearing was just fine. And looking mighty pretty for your birthday celebration.
Her cheeks colored. That was new. Shed never blushed before when he teased, and he always teased her. Mostly shed tease right back or stomp off in a huff.
Laughter filtered in from down the hall, drawing her attention. She turned back to him. Wont you come join us?
Hed rather drink a gallon of seawater. I dont fancy meetin a bunch of strangers just now. Im fresh off the boat and could use a shave and a haircut. He ran his palm over the four days growth of bristles on his face in emphasis. Just let Rachel know Ill be at the house.
But you just got here! I want to hear all about what youve been doing.
The warmth of her greeting relieved him. He hadnt known how she would begrowing up in this huge mansion and after all these years. Hed halfway wondered if shed forget about him.
She glanced down the hall, pressed her finger to her lips and then grabbed his hand and pulled him the other wayoutside. She led him down the front steps and onto a path through a flowering trellis that led to a large rose garden. Their floral scent filled the warm evening air along with something he hadnt smelled in yearsnight-blooming jasmine. In the center of the garden, a bronze sundial stood next to a wrought iron swing. She sat down, a conspiratorial smile on her face, and patted the bench seat beside her.
He took care not to crush her fancy party dress as he joined her. Just what are you up to, Hannah-girl?
Her eyes shone, drinking him in and making him feel all of ten feet tall. You were gone a very long time. Where have you been?
Alaska mostly.
Her eyes widened into saucers. Looking for gold? Did you find any?
He chuckled, enjoying her exuberance. He gave a push with his feet to set the swing in gentle motion. Some. Bears, too. Big black ones.
You are lucky to have so many adventuressee so many new places.
Youre pretty lucky yourself. He tilted his chin toward the mansion behind her. This looks like a big adventure in its own way.
Instead of agreeing, like he thought she would, her shoulders sank, the movement nearly imperceptible.
He hadnt intended to put a damper on the day. After all, it was her birthday party. So how have you been, Miss Hannah?
She blinked and seemed to shake off the mood. Next week Im going to see a man about my voice.
Apprehension tasted sour in his stomach. Thought youd been down that road before.
She frowned. I thought, of all people, youd understand best.
Great. He hadnt been here five minutes and they were arguing. Understand what? Understand how many times youve had your hopes trampled? This isnt some endurance contest, Hannah. You were all broke up the last time when it didnt work like you hoped.
But this is different.
How so?
Its called hypnosis.
Coldness spread through his gut. Like at a carnival? Some mind reader playing tricks with your brain?
It wont be like that. Hed be doing it to help me, not to make fun.
Sounds crazy to me. Crazy and dangerous.
She wilted at his words. Must have thought hed be as enthusiastic as she was. He felt badselfish evenfor throwin cold water on her hope. Im sorry I cant be more excited for you. I just dont want to see you hurt again. To my way of thinkin youre fine just the way you are.
Thats because you can read my hands. Not everyone can and... Her hands dropped to her lap.
And what? he prodded, knowing his voice was harsh and not caring. The gal would keep at this like a dog worrying a sore paw.
I...I... She squeezed shut her eyes. Never mind. Im sorry I spoke of it.
Now he really felt like an ass. He just didnt want to see her hurt. Go on. I wont laugh or give you any more grief.
She took a deep breath. I want to sing.
It was a dream any young girl might haverich or poor. Taken by surprise, he grinned. Guess Id like to hear that myself.
Youre just scared Ill talk too much once I learn how.
He smirked. That sounded more like the Hannah he knewa bit on the sassy side. Could be. But whatever happenswhether this hypnosis thing works or notyoure still Hannah to me. Nothing can change that. He said the words to convince himself. She was changingright before his eyes, she was growing up.
A coyote howled in the distance, and the sound pulled him from his thoughts. The stars were popping out, too. Guess he best say what hed come to say so she could get back to her party. He fished in his pocket and pulled out the leather pouch. I...ah...have a little something for youfor luck.
Her eyes took on a sparkle. A birthday present?
Call it that if you want. Been carryin it for a while. Its not much. He handed her the pouch.
She loosened the drawstring cord and upended the bag. The necklace hed had made slid into her waiting palma swirl of silver and abalone in the warm twilight. He watched for her reaction.
Her eyes opened wide in recognition.
She remembered. Unaccountably pleased, he said, Ive had that piece of shell with me ever since we found it on the beach. Been my good-luck piece. Figured it was your turn to have it.
It...it is lovely. Will you put it on me?
She handed him the necklace and flounced around on the swing, turning her back to him. The movement wafted her flowery perfume up to fill his nose. His gaze slid down the gentle slope of her neck and farther to her shoulders. Hed never seen so much soft, creamy skin. Queer sensations pooled in his stomach as he circled the silver chain around her head. A tendril of hair danced in the breeze where he needed to lock the clasp. He leaned close and blew it out of the way.
She inhaled sharply.
He smiled at her reaction and then leaned in to tease her. Goose bumps?
She didnt indicate shed heard. In fact, she was mighty quiet. And goose bumps had formed on her upper arms. His fingers stilled in their task. Hed only meant to move the hair out of the way. After all, this was Hannah. He hadnt given any thought to his actions being more than that. Suddenly they were. Suddenly they seemed...intimate.
He finished locking the silver clasp and pulled back. Done.
Hannah fingered the pendant as she turned to him. The gleaming shell rested just above the rose-colored satin neckline of her dress. He liked the way it sat there all shimmery on her smooth skin. Its not emeralds...or pearls....
I have those things. It... She stilled her hands and then started over. This is special. It means a lot to me.
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Drawing back, she stopped close enough for her breath to tickle his skin. Gray eyes, large and luminous, blinked up at him. Her nearness set his entire body to thrumminnot exactly the reaction hed expected.
Youre sure sayin a lot for someone who cant talk, he mumbled, unable to look away. They were friendspractically brother and sister. And she was way too young to be lookin at him like that. To give in to the urge formingthe urge to kiss her properlywould change things between them forever. He should get up and walk away right now, put some distance between them before he did something stupid.
Trouble was, his head told him one thing and his heart said another. And the second was drowning out the first. So he sat there like a dang fool, caught betwixt and between. Those pretty gray eyes of hers grew bigger, and she tilted her face up. His heart lurched to a new rhythm in his chest. Apparently the little lady was wantin the same thing. A fool he might be, but he didnt need to be asked twice.
He slid his hat from his head, barely conscious of the motion. Then, leaning forward, he tested the watersa quick brush of his lips to hers. When she didnt pull back, he took her by the shoulders and bent down to her mouthcareful to keep the kiss light. A birthday kiss. A sweet-sixteen birthday kiss. Gentle. Chaste. Her lashes swept down, and likewise he let himself enjoy the moment. She had the softest lips hed ever felt, the smoothest skin hed ever touched.
And she was an innocent. She trembled under his mouth, stiff and a bit awkward in a way only first kisses can be. That shed chosen to share her first kiss with him humbled him. It was a giftthe gift of herself.
He broke contact and then brushed her forehead with a parting kiss, murmuring against her skin, Happy birthday, Hannah.
When he pulled back, heightened color stained her cheeks, and her gaze was slightly out of focus.
Well, he was right there with herin as much shock as she. Imagine that.
The tap of metal clicked on the flagstone path. Hannah! Dorians harsh voice boomed through the garden.
Reluctantly, Caleb released her and stood to face her grandfather.
Dorian made his way toward them until he stopped three feet before them. Quietly, Hannah stood. Dorian took in the pendant she wore, took in her flushed face and cut a barbed look to Caleb before addressing his granddaughter. You are ignoring your guests. Please, return to the house immediately.
Caleb glanced toward the front door. The partiers had wandered onto the open marble landing at the top of the steps and stared out over the railing, curiosity splashed across their faces. On the path behind Dorian, Rachel, large and awkward with child, hurried forward, followed by her husband, Stuart.
Rachel rushed up and hugged him fiercely. Youre here! When did you arrive? Did you stop at the house?
He squeezed her tentatively, in awe of her changed form. Hi, sis. Yes, I left my things there.
Oh, its been too long this time. She sniffled, and he saw the start of tears forming in her eyes.
Uncomfortable with the display of emotion, he turned to his brother-in-law, reading the dark bent of his expression. Tread carefully, it said. Rachel didnt need any worries, and an argument between him and Dorian wouldnt do her any good.
Dont mind me. Really, Rachel said, blinking away her tears. Its just something to do with being in a family way. I seem to cry at the drop of a hat.
He grinned at that. Seemed women could always muster up a good crysometimes in honest feeling and sometimes only to manipulate. Hed experienced both. Guess I interrupted quite a party. Ill head to the house and you come on back when youre good and ready. Turning to Hannah, he resettled his hat on his head and tugged the brim down. Your grandfather is right. Your guests are waiting.
Hannah pouted but moved her hands gracefully in answer.Thank you for the gift. Youll come by tomorrow?
Caleb caught the smoldering anger in Dorians eye. Sure. Tomorrow evening.
She smiled, reassured, and turned down the stone path to the house.
The moment she was out of earshot, Dorian faced him squarely. Please dont make contact with Hannah again.
Id say thats up to Hannah, Mr. Lansing.
Rachels face blanched.
You will honor my wishes with my granddaughter. Dorian didnt raise his voice, but Caleb heardno, he feltthe underlying steel. This was a man who got his way. Hannah is young and impressionable, and she has been brought up to a finer style than one to which you are accustomed. I believe you would agree with me when I say that she deserves better.
Caleb nearly choked. The man was anything but tactful. Our friendship goes back way before Hannah came here to live with you. Money doesnt figure into it.
Dorian raised his brows. Youll find, Mr. Houston, that money has everything to do with her life now, the merchant business and her future.
Rachel gaspeda strangled, half-swallowed soundand the corners of her mouth tightened, pale and drawn. Her hand clutched her bulging abdomen. I...I believe I really must start home.
The way she said it, more than the words she used, had Caleb moving toward her to catch her by the arm. Stuart did the same, clutching her opposite arm in support. Rach?
Her attempt at a reassuring smile faltered. We should be going.
The midwife? Stuart asked, looking at Caleb over her bowed head.
She shook her head. It will pass. I need to lie down for a bit. Just overdid things today. Thats all.
Stuart quirked his head. The look was subtle, but Caleb understood. He was to take Rachel home. Stuart would go for the midwife. It didnt matter that Rachel thought it unnecessary.
Thank you for having us, Dorian, Rachel said. Give Hannah our love.
Dorian stood aside to let them pass. Caleb could almost hear the thoughts swirling as the man assessed him one last time. Mr. Houston. Youd be smart to remember what I said.
The challenge rang in the damp evening air. Caleb ignored it, but as he stepped away, flanking Rachels side, he felt the mans gaze sear his shoulders. Dorian Lansing was not someone to turn his back on. Hed best remember that.
* * *
The guests were gone, the servants abed, the house quiet. Yet in one room, Hannahs sitting room, the gas lamp burned steadily. Hannah sat at her writing desk watching Grandfather stride the length of the apartment, his bow tie hanging loose at his collar and his face tight with controlled anger.
I cannot believe that you left your guests, friends who had traveled considerable distances, to consort with that neer-do-well. Have you no pride in yourself? No sense of decency?
Caleb is a good friend, too Grandfather turned away before she could finish signing. She dropped her hands into her lap. She wasnt surprised. He had little patience for the way she communicated. Since the day shed arrived ten years ago, unable to speak, she had been a disappointment. Each doctor she had seen, each professional opinion, each unsuccessful visit had frustrated him further. Yet she had no control over this wretched solitude. If only she could be the same as everyone else, if only she could force the words out, then everything would be righted. Grandfather would have to listen.
He stopped pacing. Tonights inappropriate behavior must be addressed. In view of what has occurred, I feel I must contain you to your room for the time being.
But she was supposed to see Caleb! Thoughts of his kiss came back full force. What a flood of sensations had come over her with that kiss. Was that what it was supposed to be like? One thing was certain. She wanted to talk to him about it. And she wanted another one.
But of that, Grandfather would not approve. She did, however, need to keep her appointment with the hypnotist. Opening her secretary, she withdrew a sheet of paper and dashed off the words Appointment. Hypnotist. Ten oclock.
Grandfather frowned. I havent forgotten, but I regret now giving you leave to go. That man is not a physician. I find it distasteful to visit his establishment, to be seen in his part of town.
No! Grandfather mustnt change his mind! She had to see the hypnotist! Quickly she wrote Edwards name.
Its not a matter of who will accompany you. This person is no more than a carnival charlatana waste of time. With further consideration, I cannot allow you to keep your appointment.
The thought flitted through her mind that he sounded much like Caleb had in his assessment of the hypnotista similarity she refused to dwell on at the moment. She had to go, had to try, no matter how slight the chance it would work.
Well talk more tomorrow, after you have time to consider your actions and how theyve disgraced the family.
Grandfather was nearly to the door. She tugged at his arm.
He looked down at her, his mouth a firm line of disapproval. Shed seen that expression a number of times over the years since coming to live with him and Grandmother Rose. Nothing she did would change his mind.
Then, as she watched, the resolve on his face shifted.
She stepped back, unsure what this might mean.
Your mother was the same, you know, he said. Impulsive. Headstrong. I had hoped you would not take after her in that regard.
Her mother? He never spoke of her. That he said anything emphasized how upset shed made him. Shed been three years old when Mother drownedand she had stopped speaking. At least that was what Stuart had told her when she was old enough to understand. As much as she would have liked to remember her mother, she couldnt. Her memories started at the lighthouse with Stuart taking care of her.
Grandfather sighed and patted her arm. I dont wish to do this, you knowpunish you like a young schoolgirl. Not at your age. He moved back to the window seat and sat, hands on his knees, and stared at the floora sign he was deep in thought.
The quiet between them filled with impending heaviness. Her breathing grew shallow, until the air in her lungs ceased entering or leaving. She dared not move. This was too important. Everything seemed to hang in the balance of what he would say next.
Finally, he looked up and narrowed his gaze on her. Therefore, I have a proposition.
* * *
Three days later, Caleb knocked on the door of the estate and asked for Hannah.
Wait here, the butler instructed. He didnt bother inviting Caleb inside but shut the door in his face.
Caleb blew out a long breath. Guess hed worn out his welcome in one fell swoop. Could be that the whales would start their trip south before hed see Hannah now.
He paced along the top of the marble steps. Twice, he thought about leaving, despite the fact hed thought of little else but Hannah for the past three days. It was that kiss. Whether he liked it or not, kissin her had changed things between them. He feltdifferent now. A surprise, considering hed known her all his life. Concerning, too. And he didnt want to think any further along those lines until he spoke with her.
He viewed the rose garden and lawn twenty feet below the low ornamental railing and resigned himself to waiting as long as it would take. Hed meant to come by soonertwo days ago to be exactbut it couldnt be helped. Babies come on their own timetable without any consideration for the knots they might tangle in everyone elses schedules. His nephew, Lawrence, had squalled his way out and demanded every minute of his time while Stuart and the midwife tended Rachel. Shed had a rough go of it. Even now, thinking on it made his stomach clench.
The door hinge creaked and immediately he turned. Hannah She wasnt alone. Her grandfather stood beside her, creating a chill in the air just by his presence. Mr. Lansing.
Dorian didnt bother to acknowledge him.
I couldnt come sooner. Rachel had a boy. Shes finetheyre both fine. He stopped talking. Hannah looked as if she might be illor exhausted. There was a bruised, fragile look to her eyes, and she had trouble meeting his gaze. His breath left him in a whoosh of disappointment. She wasnt speaking. That was what the problem was. Shed had her hopes up so high. Too high.
He started toward hernot quite sure what to do, what to say. He wasnt exactly the cry on my shoulder type, but he had to do something.
She stiffened, clearly erecting an invisible barrier between them.
He stopped, curling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from reaching for her, whether to hug her or shake her, he wasnt sure. Hadnt he told her it was a long shot? Hadnt he warned her not to get her hopes up? It didnt work, he said flatly.
She looked down to the slab of white marble at her feet.
Hed bet two shiploads of gold that shed done this because of Dorian. The man steadfastly refused to learn the sign language. Over and over, Hannah put herself through agony because she wanted to communicate with him, and all the while Dorian didnt even try to understand.
A body couldnt keep warding off disappointment time after time without growing bitter.
Finally, she met his gaze. I cant see you anymore, Caleb.
That wasnt what he expected. Whats going on?
She shook her head, a pained expression on her face.
Suddenly worried, he stepped toward her. Did something happen at the hypnotist? Did he hurt you?
She moved away until her back flattened against the great oak door. No. Im fine.
Well, that was a lie. He waited for her to go on.
Things have changed since I saw you last.
It had to be that kiss. He darted a look at Dorian, a few feet away. It wasnt hard to figure that the ocean would turn red before that man would give them a sliver of privacy.
She twisted a handkerchief in her hand.
Ill come back in a few dayswhen you are feeling better.
No. Dont come. I cant see you anymore, Caleb. Not ever.
He tightened his jaw. Youre not makin sense. If its the kiss thats botherin you...
You shouldnt have done that.
A slow burn started in his gut. As I recall, you were the one doing most of the asking.
No. Im sure you are wrong.
So that was how things stood. She couldnt own up to her actions. She was embarrassed about being forward, and instead of admitting it or dealing with it, she was trying to put the blame firmly in his lap.
He glanced at Dorian, wishing the man would disappear so he could talk easier with Hannah. Now, that was a fantasy. He swallowed. This is how you want it?
She nodded, not quite meeting his gaze.
He took one last considering look. They both knew she was twisting the facts, but shed made her choice. He should have been ready for it. People he cared about had been leavin him his entire lifefirst his mother, then his father, and then Rachel. This was just one more time.
Have it your way, then. Slow and deliberate, he turned and strode down the front steps. Behind him, he heard the door quietly click shut.
Chapter One (#ulink_97225cfe-1a7f-50d1-904f-20349d7bf5bb)
Five years later
Im sorry, miss. Ill need payment up front for that.
Hannah stared at the thin, pimply-faced boy behind the counter for a full ten seconds. He shifted from one foot to the other, looking at any corner of the Cigar Emporium rather than back at her. He was new and hopelessly awkward in his new position. You must be mistaken, she said, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
No mistake. Ill lose my job if I extend more credit.
She stiffened, at the same time glancing over her shoulder to make sure no customers had heard. Across the room two men stood before a display of chewing tobacco and debated the merits of the three different brands. They appeared unaware of her situation, and shed like to keep it that way. Only moments before shed been thinking how she enjoyed the fragrance of the cherrywood tobacco that permeated the small shop as a respite from the brine-laden air outside. Now she could barely think through her embarrassment.
Forcing a calm demeanor, she asked, Is this a new policy? If so, Im sure it doesnt pertain to my family. She pushed the hand-carved ivory pipe across the counter. Please. Id like it wrapped.
Still the boy hesitated, wiping his hands on his white apron.
You do know who I am?
He gulped audibly and fidgeted with the corners of the massive account book in front of him. Yes, Miss Lansing. Your family has done business here for years.
And half of the items in this shop arrived here by way of my grandfathers ships. She softened her voice. This pipe is for his birthday. You wouldnt deny him his present, would you?
I...I... Your total has reached the limit.
My grandfather pays the bill monthly. There must be a mistake. The ledger would prove her point. She reached for it to see for herself when a beefy hand splayed over the page, blocking her view.
Ill take it from here, Toby. Go see to the other customers. The shops owner, Mr. OConnell, a heavyset Irish man with a handlebar mustache, turned the book back toward himself as the new clerk scurried away with a look of relief on his young face. Cant have my other customers tabs becoming general knowledge, now, can I? Im sure, given your familys business, you understand, Miss Lansing.
What he implied stung. She wasnt one to manipulate such knowledge to her own advantage, though she knew those who would. She was only interested in the accounting of the Lansing total.
The two customers had stopped their discussion and listened intently now. Good gracious, but this was getting uncomfortable! Her cheeks heated. She never carried much money on her. According to Grandfather, it was unladylike. There had never been any problems in the past with putting items on a tab. Her gloved hands shook slightly as she loosened the blue ribbon cinching her purse and counted out enough money to cover a deposit on the pipe. In the first place, I hadnt planned to have my grandfather pay for his own present, but it quite takes me by surprise that you wont extend credit to me. I shall return tomorrow with the rest. Good day, Mr. OConnell. She made a stiff-backed, dignified exita Lansing exit. Grandfather would be proudshe hoped.
Once outside she stopped and took a deep breath, allowing a moment for her cheeks to cool and to put up her umbrella against the light rain. Down the wet street, her carriage waited. She had planned to stop at the milliners to check the designs for a new spring bonnet, but now she was uncertain. Would she run into the same predicament there as she had at the tobacco shop? Perhaps it would be best to first speak with Grandfather.
Please, take me home, she instructed her driver when she arrived at the carriage. He jumped down from his seat and assisted her inside the conveyance. Only then, obscured by the dark velvet curtains from the curious stares of the few people who had ventured out in this weather, did she sink back into the plush cushions and consider what had just occurred.
It had to be a mistake. Grandfather was always punctual in paying his bills to the point of being regimental. For as long as she could remember, there had been plenty of funds from the shipping enterprise to cover incidentals whenever shed wanted anything. Perhaps, with Stuart away, Grandfather needed a hand with the business. It couldnt be easy keeping track of everything with all that he had to do.
The carriage jolted into motion, but she paid no attention to the tree-lined city parading by. Absently she tugged on the pendant at her breast. Ever since Grandmother Rose had passed on, Grandfather had been happy to have her run the household. Although she was now proficient at throwing dinner parties and carrying on the conversation with business associates, Grandfather had maintained that the shipping business was a mans task. In the past five years hed expanded itadding two more ships. Had it become too much for him to oversee without an assistant?
The trip from the shopping district to the Lansing estate on Nob Hill took a matter of minutes. Once there, she hurried up the wide marble stairs and through the massive front door. The faint scent of lemon polish reached her as she deposited her cloak and umbrella into Edwards waiting arms. Grandfather?
In his study, miss.
She headed down the hallway, untying her bonnet as she walked. The sound of her footsteps on the tiles echoed off the high ceiling and walls.
Grandfather? We need to talk
His room was empty.
She sighed in frustration, spun around to search farther down the hall and then stopped herself. Something wasnt right. She turned back to the study. Papers and notes were scattered askew over Grandfathers massive desk. Totally unlike him. Neatness and order ruled Dorian Lansing and everything around him. He controlled his estate in the same manner he had once, as a young man of twenty-two, controlled his first shipor so shed been informed.
She hesitated in the doorway. Slowly, eerily, a moan issued, the sound coming from behind the dark Victorian desk. Her breath hitched in her chest. She ran to the far side of the furniture and found him lying prostrate on the parquet floor, his face pasty white.
Grandfather! she cried out, kneeling beside him. In the next breath she screamed, Edward! Come, quick!
* * *
A significant stroke, the doctor said. Upon hearing it, Hannahs heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach. Grandfather would need constant care and rest if he was to recover. After seeing the familys personal physician out, Hannah called the house staff together in the kitchen.
Where is Tan Ling? she asked. She should hear this, too.
Mr. Lansing discharged her last week, miss, Edward explained.
Oh, she said, confused. Grandfather had neglected to tell her. Then she grew irritated. She should have been informed. After all, she was in charge of the household staff. It was her job to do the hiring and discharging. Tan Ling had been with the Lansings for the past three years. What of the letters of recommendation the young woman would need to find new employment? Had Grandfather considered them? Besides, more than any paperwork, she would have liked to have said goodbye.
She looked over the expectant loyal faces of those before her. Mr. Lansing has taken ill and will require special care. A nurse will be attending him over the next few weeks while he recovers. If he recovers, she thought to herself, and then quickly pushed the traitorous idea from her mind. He had to get well. He just had to. Please make her welcome when she arrives.
A burning sensation threatened behind her eyes. This illness will be especially hard on Grandfather. Hes...hes weak on his right side and unable to get out of bed. Im sure you know how independent he has been.
Looks passed between the staff.
Hannah understood their trepidation. Dorian wasnt known for his patience or temperate disposition when he was in good health. What would the household be like now?
That is all. Except, Edward? A word, please.
Hannah waited for the others to take their leave, and then turned to the butler. He had been a sailor on one of Grandfathers ships before coming to work at the estate. Hed been with Grandfather the longest and was a man she knew would answer honestly.
What happened with Tan Ling? Was there an infraction of the rules?
No, miss.
What, then?
He paused, a discomfited look passing over his usually austere face.
I have known you many years, Edward. Please, speak freely. I know you are cognizant of a great many things within the household and keep them to yourself.
Very well, then. His brow furrowed as he chose his words. I believe Mr. Lansing was concerned with conserving costs. The loss of his ships
Ships lost? She schooled her face to remain impassive. Obviously it is worse than he confided to me.
Edward exhaled, believing her ruse that she was in her grandfathers confidence. I believe so.
* * *
For the next three days, Hannah studied the Lansing Enterprises ledgers until numbers and cargo listings were leaking from her ears. Foul weather had claimed two of their largest cargos, not to mention the two ships, sinking both to the bottom of the sea. They had but one ship leftan older one that was in dry dock for repairs.
No matter how hard she stared at the figures, she couldnt come up with additional income. The majority of the balances had a minus before them. She longed to discuss it with Grandfather, but the doctor had said that any added stress might cause him to suffer a relapse. He was to be kept as calm as possible. She mustnt burden him with business.
Shuffling through the layers of letters and bills, she categorized them from most pressing to leastthe most being a legal document from San Diego regarding the shipment of furniture and supplies to the Hotel Del Coronado, an establishment that was to rival the Palace in San Francisco. Apparently upon hearing of the downed ships, the owners had sent an immediate claim demanding compensation. She frowned. How considerate of them when Grandfathers health hung in the balance. Some things were more important than their gold-rimmed tea sets. She dropped the offending papers on the desk and then checked the time on the cabinet clock. Nearly noon. Perhaps his tray was ready. She rose to her feet and found Nina in the kitchen assembling Grandfathers lunch. Ill take it to him, she said, picking up the tray laden with warm, mashed apples and cinnamon, a thin slice of cheese and clam chowder soup. Id welcome a respite.
Youll be sick yourself if you dont rest a bit, Miss Lansing. You must take care. You cant solve everything in a day as much as you try.
Thank you, Nina. She scooted out of the room. Nina would talk forever if given the chance. Her conversation was at times comforting, but right now Hannah needed solutions, not chatter.
She climbed the stairs and entered Grandfathers room. Upon seeing him sitting up in bed, surrounded by plumped pillows, she stopped short, nearly dropping the tray. Youre sitting up!
A gruff Harrumph punctuated the expectant pause following her words. He had no patience for people who stated the obvious. Quickly she handed the tray off to the nurse and hurried to his bedside.
Are you well enough to do this? she asked, worried that the strain might be more than he could handle.
He held his left hand out to her, and she moved to take it, letting him draw her to his side. She sat on the edge of the mattress and expelled a shaky breath. You...you are stronger today?
At his nod, she motioned to the nurse, who rose and stepped from the room. Hannah had made it a point to help Grandfather daily with his meals. So far, shed managed to keep from pouring out her worries, but today would be doubly hard. The company lawyer had dropped by with a large packet, and the post had just arrived full of overdue bills.
She spread the linen napkin over his chest and scooped up a spoonful of soup. When she raised it to his lips, his gaze met hers.
Whas wong? he said, his words slurred.
Her smile was forced. Hungry myself, thats all. She scooped up another spoonful, but he clamped his mouth shut.
Whas wong? he repeated and pointed to the lap of her skirt where shed worried the fabric into a wrinkled mess.
She sighed. Shed never been able to get away with anything with him. He could read peopleher especially. The talent had made him a keen businessmanthat and his innate stubbornness. People didnt call him Old Ironhead for no reason. He nearly always got his way. Perhaps it would be smarter to let him help her. Frustration at being kept in the dark would surely be worse than concocting a plan of action.
Ill tell you if you promise to eat.
In answer, he opened his mouth, ready for another spoonful.
While he ate, she told him how shed discovered the bills piling up. Why didnt you tell me about the ships? Perhaps I could have helped.
Grandfather shook his head.
But it affects me. It affects you and this entire household. You need to trust me with this.
Rather than acknowledge her, he indicated he was ready for another spoonful of soup.
Pressing her lips together, she held back the retort that threatened and brought the soup to his mouth. It appears Thomass company reimbursed for the first ship and cargo, but I couldnt find any insurance paperwork on the second ship. Does he have that at his office?
Grandfather shook his head slightly and glanced out the window. Ignoring her? Or considering what to answer? She wasnt sure.
Should I send a telegram to Stuart?
It seemed the obvious solution to her. Stuart managed his own shipping business now, but having trained under Dorian, he still partnered with him on an occasional run. Grandfather furrowed his brows.
What, then?
He grabbed the paper and pen from his bedside table. Moving them to his lap, he proceeded to write, left-handed and awkward.
See? You should have learned to sign. It would help now, she said, teasing lightly while he scribbled. He grunted, apparently not flattered by her suggestion.
Here. Let me take a look. She picked up the note and deciphered his squiggly handwriting. Accept Thomass offer? Her gaze flew to his. Marriage? You think the answer is for me to marry?
He frowned at her with only half of his face, took the paper and wrote again. Hell take care of you.
She couldnt believe what he was suggesting. For years hed said Lansing Enterprises was her legacy, and now he was asking her to turn her back on it? She rose to her feet and paced in the small confines of the room. But...what about the business? Families we employ depend upon Lansing Enterprises for their livelihood. What about them? I cannot consider only myself.
With the pen, he carved the words in the paper, tearing it in the process. You need a secure future.
But I thought... I believed... She searched for the right words. Hed led her to believe she would inherit the company. This is just a temporary setback. Well build the business back up. Well press on. Thats what you always say.
He pressed his lips together on the one side of his mouth, and wrote, Thomas knows what to do.
That was not how shed envisioned her life. Shed thought she would assume control of the company. Shed made plans.... Grandfather, she began, sinking back onto the bed. She closed her eyes, took a big breath and then opened them again. This illness has scared you. Youre acting like...like you wont get better. But you will. Look how much improved you are today compared to yesterday. The alternative, she could not bring herself to contemplate. Hed always been there for her, even when they disagreed. She couldnt lose him.
His glare only reinforced her words. A week ago hed encouraged her to consider Thomas Rowlingss proposal. Grandfathers business associate was a pleasant sort and rather dashing for a man twenty years her senior. His insurance company was prosperous. Shed want for nothing.
It was a viable solution. She didnt expectdidnt wanta marriage based on love. That emotion led only to disappointment and heartbreak. Yet why did she suddenly feel as though she couldnt breathe? I know you are thinking only of my good...
Grandfathers gaze never wavered from her face.
She had to get away, had to take time to consider things. She rubbed her forehead. You truly believe this is the best course?
He nodded once, slow and firm.
She dragged in a shaky breath. I see. Thomas is due back from Sacramento in one week. Ill...Ill give him an answer then.
* * *
In the study, Hannah sat numbly at the large desk, staring at the piles of papers without really seeing them. Marriage... It seemed so final...like an iron door closing. And although she respected Thomas, he hadnt shown any interest when shed mentioned her desire to start a school for children who couldnt speak. Hed simply smiled, rather patronizingly she thought, and changed the subject.
She gathered the stack of ledgers and deposited them in the third drawer. As she started to lock the desk, she noticed a packet from the lawyer and the pile of bills still sitting out. Although she trusted Edward, it wouldnt do to have the other servants learning the extent of their circumstances and gossiping to others in town. She stuffed the papers into the drawer, yet one envelope refused to fit tidily in. She pulled it out and then recognized Stuarts careful penmanship.
Hed taken his ship south several weeks ago and should be returning any day now. He seldom made long trips anymore, always anxious to return to Rachel and his children. Years ago hed had a falling-out with Grandfather. Other than an occasional business dealing, they no longer communicated. So this wouldnt be a personal letter. As acting owner, she had the right to read it. She drew the silver letter opener across the seal.
Dorian,
I trust this letter finds you and Hannah well.
While finishing business here in Los Angeles, Ive discovered information that may prove useful to you.
Wares from your last shipment have appeared on the open market herewithout evidence of ill use by the sea. My records show that the Margarita stopped in San Diego and disappeared shortly thereafter. I shall see if I can learn anything more before starting home.
Stuart
She stared in shock at the note. This changed things. If the merchandise was turning up in Los Angelesand in salable conditionthat meant the ship hadnt gone down due to rough seas. It meant something entirely different altogether. Could it be the ship was somewhere elsepossibly across the border in Mexican waters?
Visions of the lighthouse where she had once lived filled her mind. Even now she could hear the cry of the gulls as they glided effortlessly on the updraft created by the sandstone cliffs.
Shaking off the memories, she read the letter again. Nervous energy built inside, a fine tension that ricocheted through her. If she could find out what had truly happened, perhaps it would be possible to fix things enough to save the business. That would solve everything! She wouldnt have to marry Thomasat least not on his terms.
This was not something she could hand off to someone else. She needed to keep control. Only then would Grandfather believe she could assume leadership of the business. She must prove herself. She shoved the letter into the drawer and locked the desk.
It was simple. She must go to San Diego. There would be some maneuvering involvedparticularly regarding Grandfather. He couldnt know until she was safely away. Shed have to leave a note for him. The staffNinacould give it to him after she was well on her way. Time enough later to explain things.
She tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and realized her hand was trembling. Excitement coursed through her even as she tried to tamp it down. This was impulsive and perhaps a bit foolhardy, but if she considered every angle and prepared for difficulties, then surely she would get her answers. To sit and wait for Stuart to return or Grandfather to get well wouldnt accomplish anything!
Shed need an escort. Edward could accompany her. Oh, think again, Hannah! Edward will go straight to Grandfather. The butlers loyalty was commendable, but in this situation could only hinder her.
What about Caleb...?
The thought stopped her midflight, and she plopped back onto the chair.
Her gaze darted to the drawer that held the small address book. No. She couldnt. Shed given Grandfather her word.
Besides, with Calebs penchant for adventure he could easily be in Timbuktu by now. Yet the thought refused to leave her. Caleb knew about the currents and tidesthings she didnt. After all this time, would he still be in San Diego? And more than thatwould he even see her after the way shed treated him?
She looked back at the desk drawer. At one time, back when theyd been friends, shed written his name in that book. She fisted her hand. She shouldnt. She really shouldnt. Shed been so good. Tried so hard to please Grandfather. He would never approve of this.
Caleb even knew the shipping lanes and the crosscurrents.
Barely breathing, she reached out and pulled on the drawer. She withdrew the book...flipped through the pages.
Harrison...Heinrich...Houston...
Exhaling, she stared at her own childish penciled handwriting. Grandfather hadnt updated the entry. In fact, hed crossed out the name with bold slashes of indigo ink, nearly obliterating its existence. The action spoke of suppressed anger...possibly fear, but he had nothing to worry about. A promise was a promiseand for a Lansing, it held even more weight.
And because of it, Caleb was no longer a part of her life. She wasnt proud of herself for what shed done that day; in fact for many years shed done her best to put it from her mind. It hurt to remember. But shed kept her promise to Grandfather. That was the important thing. Her friendship with Caleb had been the price. Caleb would never forgive her, which was as it should be. She didnt expect his forgivenessdidnt deserve his forgiveness.
Her throat constricted. She couldnt have it all. A choice had to be made and shed made it. Selfish? Yes. Purely and wholly selfishwanting to speak, wanting Grandfathers approval, wanting...Caleb. She smoothed her fingers over her lips. To this day she remembered how his kiss had felt, how it had made her feel.
Suddenly angry with herself for dredging up a past shed knowingly formed, a past that couldnt be changed, she slammed shut the drawer. It had been a crush. Puppy love, perhaps. And it had died years ago.
She would still keep her promise to Grandfather. If Caleb was in San Diego, shed hire him for his expertiseand that alone. She wasnt going there to see him. That part of her life was over. What mattered was the business. Only the business.
Chapter Two (#ulink_a41202a2-0adb-5782-929d-28a25f0078fd)
Southern California, 1888
Keeping a steady hand on the reins, Caleb maneuvered his gelding past a sprawling pear cactus and then up the muddy slope from the river delta. With every step forward, the gelding slid halfway back through the soft muck. For the past three days, rain had drenched the earth, swelling the creeks and splattering the brown landscape with patches of green. The sparse vegetation needed itfor that matter, the people needed it to survive through the dry months.
He hiked the burlap sack higher on his saddle, tying it securely to the horn. Thoughts of the three coastal quail hed shot made his mouth water. Bit by bit, with each mile that passed, the peaceful feeling hed absorbed while hunting disappeared. Hardly came as a surprise. Solitude fit him. Always had.
He glanced at the horizon. The sun hovered just above the ocean. Wyatt would be looking for him. Putting the mudflats to his back and leaning forward in his saddle, he urged his mount into a rocking gait toward town.
When he entered the saloon on Fourth Street, his boss looked up from analyzing the ledger in front of him. His gaze landed on the heavy burlap sack in Calebs hand and a slow smile grew beneath his dark handlebar mustache.
Caleb tossed the bag to Yin Singh, Wyatts personal cook. Theres three. Ill take the biggest. The cook grinned and bowed, and then disappeared under the stairs and into the kitchen.
A cursory survey of the room found two customers at the bar and another three at the gaming tables. The evening was just getting started, and so far things were quiet. It wasnt until later that the whiskey and tanglefoot loosed inhibitions and tonguesnot to mention fists. Jim Avery, the barkeep, stood behind the counter, and with his meaty hand methodically polished the waxed countertop with a cloth, making it glow a deep honey color while he watched the goings-on. Jim nodded, acknowledging Calebs entrance.
Stop by your land? Wyatt asked from his seat at the faro table.
Im still ponderin about buyin that particular stretch.
Im surprised someone hasnt beat you to it with the length of time its taking you to decide.
Caleb shrugged. The stretch of river valley was choice grazing landhunting, too. He had the moneyhad saved it up over the past five years, but each time he headed for the land office, something made him stop. He wasnt the settling type. And owning land sounded more like an anchor than an investment.
Ya sliced it, mister!
A young manboy more likely, judging by his spare framehollered at two men playing billiards. When they ignored him, he bellied up at the end of the bar, tried to hook his boot heel on the rung of his stool and missed. Another attempt and he sat square, grabbed his Stetson off his head and slammed it on the counter. His unruly red hair, matted with sweat and grime from the confining band of his hat, sprang up in shock at the sudden freedom. He beat his fist on the bar, motioning to Jim for a beer.
Havent seen him here before, Caleb mentioned to Wyatt. The kid couldnt be a day older than seventeen.
First time would be my guess. I believe that young man is on his way to a whale of a headache come morning.
Ones all it takes with someone his size, Caleb said, pushing away from the bar and sauntering toward their object of discussion. The boy stopped guzzling and faced him with the reckless bravado and glassy gaze liquor could bestow.
Had enough? Caleb said.
None of your business how much I drink. My moneys as good as the next mans. The boy took a defiant swig of beer and turned back to the bar.
I can see that. Hard earned, too, Ill bet. The kid was nothing but stringy, corded muscle held together with sweat. Which ranch you ride for?
He didnt answer. Probably didnt even hear Caleb, the way he was caught up in his attitudenursing some wrong with a heavy dose of anger. Suddenly he blurted, Took six months! Six months of slavin for her daddy only to find out she planned to go back East to finishing school and catch herself a dandy.
Acid roiled in Calebs gut. He wasnt going down this trail. Whats your name?
Whats it to you? A belch rumbled out, and with it some of the boys bravado evaporated. I might as well be a flea on a rock. Whyd she even treat me nice in the first place? Got me thinkin bout her all the time, thinkin about us. It was all a lie. Big sinkhole of a lie.
Best chalk it up to a lesson learned the hard way.
Sure bet! Ill be a whole lot smarter from now on. Wont no pretty skirt fool me again. Ill take me another beer, barkeep!
Jims gaze slid to Caleb. Older and wiser, Caleb murmured with a nearly imperceptible shake of his head. Startin now.
Fraid youve had enough to drink, Rusty. Time to head home while you can still sit your horse.
You cant tell me what to do.
Caleb wasnt fooled by the belligerent tone. The kid was heartsick and slidin toward misery. Caleb preferred anger. Matter of fact, I can.
Just try it, muister.
On the last word, Caleb grabbed the boys upper arm so tight he figured hed kill off some fingerswhose he wasnt surebut he wasnt going to let the boy stay and drink himself to the floor. Better for him to throw a punch or two and get some of his feelins out.
Rusty flung a weak hook with his free arm. His fist stopped just short of Calebs jaw, caught in another firm grip. Leave it! Caleb ordered, and twisted the boys arms behind him while at the same time forcing him toward the door.
They stepped outside, and Caleb could have sent him sprawling into the street easily enough. Would have without a second thought if the boy had been a mana man should know betterbut the kid had had enough damage to his dignity in one day.
Go home. Count yourself lucky you found out early on she was a gold digger. He let go of the boys arm.
But she werent. It was her daddy.
One and the same.
Rusty met Calebs gaze. The young whelp still wanted to challenge him! Unbelievable. And stupid. Caleb raised one brow. When the boy swung, Caleb blocked with his forearm and jabbed his other fist into the kids gut, striking quick, like a snake. The blow knocked the boy down two steps, where he lost his balance and sprawled face-first in the dirt.
Caleb followed and stood over him. When he didnt try to stand, Caleb reached down and yanked him to his feet. Im doing you a favor, kid. Take it. Make a move other than heading out of town and youll be sorry. He picked up the boys hat, slapped it against his thigh once to knock off the dust and handed it over.
The boy curled the brim before stuffing it on his head and meeting Calebs gaze. Names Josh. Not Rusty.
It took a slice of humble pie for a boy this age to admit defeat...and a scrap of respect for authority. Caleb took the offered olive branch. Caleb Houston. See you around, Josh.
The boy nodded, found the reins to his horse and climbed on. Caleb figured hed get about halfway to his ranch before spewing out the liquor that sloshed around in his belly.
Well, Wyatt said, standing up when Caleb reentered the saloon. You handled that with more perception than usual.
Caleb ignored him.
Wyatt slipped on his wool coat and bowler hat. Didnt look much like the lawman who had cleaned out Tombstone, but anyone who crossed him knew those looks were deceiving. Keep things quiet tonight. I need to check on my other properties.
Caleb raised his chin in acknowledgment. Earp ran into more trouble at his other gambling halls. Caleb should knowhed worked at both, the worst on the edge of the Stingaree district. A rougher brand of men with fewer rules and even less restraint frequented that establishment. After surviving a year, Wyatt had offered him the job here. Caleb looked over the waxed and polished wood of the bar and tables. Here in the center of the business district the glassware was finer, the clientele classier and even the brawls more refinedif that was possible. Oh, they happenedthe arguments, the fightsbut they started out subtle, creeping up on a body with only a look or a word before suddenly turning deadly.
Once Wyatt left, Caleb slid onto the closest bar stool. Make it black, strong and hot, he called loud enough for Yin Singh to hear in the kitchen. Lowering his voice, he turned to Jim. Newspaper come yet?
Jim reached under the counter, pulled out the most recent weekly and dropped it beside the steaming mug of coffee Yin delivered.
Caleb grunted his thanks and started to skim the front page.
I signed for this, too. Hope it aint bad news. Jim slipped a telegram on the bar.
Caleb stared at the paper. The only person whod send him a telegram was his sister. His gut took a dive. He grabbed up the official-looking transcript. If anything had happened...
Hannah arriving in two days. Please look out for herfor mefor Stuart. Love, Rachel.
Hannah? His thoughts raced back to the last time hed seen hera time hed buried deep and refused to think about.
You look like you got the wind knocked out of your sails, Jim said. Someone die?
More like resurrected, Caleb mumbled. It had been years since hed seen Hannah Lansing. Five years and five hundred miles. Hed figured San Francisco was far enough away that hed never again see her in this lifetime. That had been his plan. What was she doing coming here?
Ghost from the past? Jim eyed the telegram with growing interest.
Caleb crushed the paper in his fist, left his coffee untouched and slid off the stool. Doesnt matter. I dont aim to find out.
Chapter Three (#ulink_d7d16a02-1bd5-56a7-8151-7ec2b895f0ec)
Hannah stood just inside the lobby of the Horton Grand Hotel and breathed a sigh of relief. Her heartbeat slowed to a steadier rhythm as she noted the large display of flowers on the central table. The Horton Grand Hotel appeared to be the essence of respectabilityan oasis in a town of gambling halls and smaller businesses. The walk from the train station had caused her no small amount of anxiety. She wasnt used to being so totally on her own, especially in a strange town. Halfway here, shed seen three men on horseback racing through the main street of town, whooping and yelling and kicking up a minor dust storm. Shed known when starting her journey that this was no San Francisco, but it was a wilder town than shed expected.
Not for the first time did she consider that her flight here may have been a bit impetuous. She hadnt thought the trip completely through, and now those things shed taken for granted in San Franciscothings like getting from Nob Hill to the docks, a trip usually made in a carriage with a servant accompanying herseemed difficult and worry laden.
She had picked the Horton specifically for its location. The Florentine would have been a safer choice for a single woman, but Rachel had said Caleb worked at the saloon across the street. That would make him more accessible should she need him. She strode through the lobby past a middle-aged couple sitting in overstuffed leather chairs and placed her reticule on the ornate oak-and-brass front desk.
A short, round, gray-haired man looked up from studying the ledger. May I help you?
Id like a room.
He surveyed the lobby behind her. Youre alone? Im afraid the Horton does not
Im Miss Hannah Lansing, she said quickly before he could deny her accommodation. And here on official business for my company.
The clerk straightened, a small Napoleon at attention. Of Lansing Enterprises?
She nodded. Ill be attending the grand opening of the Hotel Del Coronado.
He looked confused. But you are staying here? Rather than there?
It did sound suspicious. Those whod helped finance the hotel had seaside rooms for the celebration. Grandfather hadnt wanted to invest. It wasnt any of this clerks business, but she felt she had to give him a plausible explanation. I will be meeting with a few friends and business associates while here. It seemed simpler to stay in town rather than out on the peninsula.
Then, on behalf of the Horton, I am delighted you chose our hotel for your respite. His hand hovered over the ledger before printing her name.
She relaxed somewhat. The first hurdle was behind her. Shed made it safely this far.
He swiveled the ledger so that she could sign her name, and then snapped his fingers. A tall, thin man appeared from the back room. Jackson can show you to your room.
Thank you. My trunk is at the train station.
Well see to it, miss.
She followed the porter up the staircase. On the second floor, Jackson opened the first door in the hallway. A bouquet of flowers adorned the table in the center of the room, filling the space with the scent of orchids. Along the wall, an oak buffet table held matching brass candlesticks on a delicate lace table runner. Walking to the adjoining room, she found a four-poster bed and canopy. An ornate, full-size pedestal mirror occupied one corner near the foot of the bed, and a stand with a gold-rimmed china bowl and pitcher stood in the opposite corner.
Jackson lit the gas wall sconces in both rooms before closing the drapes at the two tall windows. Ill be about retrieving your trunk now. Dinner is at six.
She was hungry, but she was tired, and the thought of eating by herself in the dining room with others speculating about her aloneness was more than she wanted to endure tonight. Thank you, but might I have my meal brought up?
Jackson nodded and turned toward the hallway. She closed the door behind him, released a pent-up breath, whipped off her hat and tossed it onto the settee, saying a prayer of thanks that shed not been denied a room. That would have been a setback she hadnt considered. Thank goodness the Lansing name was known here.
She pushed a loose strand of hair back into place, securing it under her twisted bun, and then walked to the window and peeked through the drapes to look out over the town. With the descending twilight, colors were fading to shades of gray. Three tall brick buildings towered over the otherstheir signs indicating a bank, Marstens store and a gambling hall. The first two appeared closed for the day, but directly across from her hotel room, the saloon was lit up like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Golden light and occasional raucous laughter spilled out on the boardwalk along with a light tune someone played on a piano.
Grasping the pendant of silver and abalone at her neck, Hannah searched through the fancy etched windows of the saloon. Somewhere inside Caleb went about his duties. Rachel had been curious as to why she was asking after him, and Hannah had made up a story about mailing the necklace back to him. Apparently Rachel had believed her ruse for she hadnt alerted Grandfather, and no one had tried to stop her departure.
Would Caleb even want to see her after all this time? She swallowed hard. Most likely he wouldnt. It didnt matter. It couldnt. Shed made a promise to Grandfather. Although she might be skirting it a bit in contacting Caleb, she had to have an escort, and once she learned more of what had happened to the ships, Grandfather would understandand hopefully forgive her. After all, hed always put the business first in his life. Surely if she did the same, he could only be proud. She intended to keep her promisea Lansing always kept a promise.
The memory of Grandmother Roses thin, reedy voice trilling in her ear came to her. It is paramount that in all things your conduct be above reproach. You are a Lansing. Your reputation must be above speculation or gossip of any kind. Believe me, any correction or chastisement that I give will be minimal compared to what society will bestow. At the time, Hannah had chafed against the rules of etiquette. Theyd felt like a binding, an iron corset. But now, hearing the raucous music from across the street, they felt safe and securesomething that framed her existence.
She dropped the drapes into place and turned toward the small writing desk against the wall. First thing to do would be to send a missive to the port authority agent requesting an audience as soon as possible. Then a second note to the manager of the Hotel Del Coronado informing him shed be present at the grand opening and would like a word with him. When Jackson brought her supper, she would give them to him for delivery by courier in the morning.
After eating a succulent supper of lamb, she sat down again at the secretary. It was time she wrote a short letter to Grandfather. If she posted it tomorrow, it would take a week to arrive at the house in San Francisco. By that time, perhaps she would be heading home. Hed be angry when he learned of her questangry when he found out shed left San Franciscobut if the end result were the answers concerning the ships disappearances...
Putting the finished note aside, she stared at the new blank page in front of her. Time for one more noteand the most difficult. She swallowed hard and then picked up the fountain pen once more.
Mr. Houston. Im in town for a short visit. Please feel free to call this afternoon. Horton Hotel.
Hannah Lansing
Caleb fingered the impression in the wax seala curled, elaborate HKL. Leave it to a Lansing to use fancy paper. He read the note again. The Horton. Not the best, most expensive place in town but pretty near to it. And way too close for comfort. He glanced through the open doors of the saloon and across the wide, dusty street to the Hortons entrance. Acid churned in his gut. Miss High and Mighty. What was she up to? They werent exactly on speaking terms any longer.
You say this arrived at noon?
Seems I mentioned that. Jim narrowed his gaze at Calebs tone. It aint my job to come lookin for you. Youre good at makin yourself scarce. One minute youre hunting quail up to Tecolote Canyon and the next thing I know youre hauling in a string of fish.
Caleb ignored him. Right now, fishing off the point sounded like a fine place to be until Miss Lansing left town. Maybe hed camp there.
Aint you goin to go see her?
In answer, Caleb walked around the counter and deliberately poured himself a shot of whiskey.
Youre not foolin me.
Caleb scowled. Leave it, Jim. Itll take a lot more than her crooking her finger for me to drop everything and look her up.
Jim shook his head as if Caleb were dense. Ill say it plain, then. Youre not one to drink this time of day, and suddenly a note from this woman has got you doing it.
Caleb looked at the amber liquid, swirled it around in the glass before shoving it toward Jim. Save it, then. Whatever Hannah wantedif anythingshe would have to ask a whole lot nicer for him to mosey over to her hotel. Pushing thoughts of her from his mind, he walked over to the Bradison brothers weekly poker game.
Chapter Four (#ulink_f45090d1-8147-5d6a-86db-5b259e6dbda0)
Caleb stared at the fancy stationery as if it was a stray cat with a piece of dynamite strapped to its back. The envelope, all gussied up with a black satin ribbon, had arrived from the Horton just after supper. Hed been eyeing it for the better part of two hours. He should set fire to the thing, but another part of him wanted to march across the street and tear up the note in front of Her Highness, dropping the pieces at her royal feet. It wouldnt appease what happened between them, or Dorians slight of Rachel and Stuart, but it would sure make him feel a sight better.
Instead of taking either trail, he slid his pocketknife along the paper, breaking the ties, and opened the envelope.
Mr. Caleb Houston,
I find I am in need of your assistance. Please meet me at the Horton Hotel at your earliest convenience. The sooner the better.
Your friend,
Hannah Lansing
Well. That was a sight more cordial than the previous note. So she needed his helpnot that he planned to give it.
His sisters request nagged him. He didnt want to look out for Hannah. He didnt want to get that close. It would muddy things, and right now he was doing just fine with the line hed drawn between them. But Rachel asked so little of him now that he was grown.
Maybe a quick check wouldnt hurtjust to appease his conscience. Hed only make sure she was safe and sound, send the information to Rachel and then go about his business.
He had to admit, he was kind of curious as to what Hannah looked like now. How had the years changed her since she was sixteen? Shed been pretty back thenjust starting to fill out. He couldnt imagine her any more so. Too bad her beauty was only skin deep.
He slipped off the bar stool.
Where you agoin? Jim asked, straightening.
Got a score to settle, and for the first time Im holdin a full house. He stuffed his arms into his leather jacket and straightened his collar. Wont take long. Ill be back for some of Yins stew before Clyde plays another round on the piano.
He strode to the road, his gaze locked on the front door of the Horton. Two doors down a dog snarled from the shadows and then barked incessantly at a passing rider. Caleb shut out the sound, intent on getting his first look at the woman who had been the hull stuck between his molars for the past five years.
He entered the hotel, absently noting the rich interior, and then without a pause in his steps, zeroed in on the front desk.
The man behind the counter took one look at Caleb as he approached and raised his nose in the airan interesting position since the clerk was the shorter of the two.
Im lookin for HanMiss Hannah Lansing, Caleb said. Guess they werent on a first-name basis anymore. Not after the way things had set between them. The clerk muttered something about waiting while he notified her.
Caleb sauntered over to the fireplace. A woman like her would take her time coming to see him, no matter that the meeting had been at her request. Shed make some kind of a grand entrance.
The heat from the cracklin logs took the chill from the damp night air. He rubbed his hands together, blew on them a time or two and then turned around to give the same consideration to his backside. A flash of light glanced off his eyelight reflected off a womans dangling gold earrings.
She spoke with the desk clerk. There hadnt been enough time to fetch Hannah, so it couldnt be her. This woman wore a quality deep red traveling suit that hugged her waist. A fancy matching hat, swathed with black netting and three large black feathers, hid her features, although anyone with eyes could tell shed be a looker just by the confident way she held herself. She tapped the toe of her polished boot, obviously not pleased with what she was hearing. Rich people always thought the world spun around them.
She turned from the counter, twisting her handkerchief in front of her waist. He stopped short in the middle of blowing on his cold hands. Memories flooded him of a little girl crying over her puppy, practically strangling her pinafore. It couldnt be...
The woman looked straight into his eyes. Beneath the black netting, her dove-gray eyes widened against pale, creamy skin. Her jaw slowly opened before she seemed to remember herself and closed her mouth. She tucked a wayward strand of blond hair over her ear and then checked the fancy twist at her neck, a move that unconsciously showed off her figure in that formfitting jacket and full skirt.
Caleb might as well have been sucker punched, the way his gut twisted into a knot. It wasnt enough that she was rich and confidentshe also had the looks to match. Like fine wine in elegant crystal, she outsparkled the chandelier. His mouth went dry. He counted it significant that he remembered to remove his hat.
It didnt change one thing, though. He still planned to speak his piece.
And in that moment her face became a mask of perfect, controlled alabaster. Slowly, she walked across the room and stopped before him. Mr. Houston. How good of you to come. I...I feared you might not have received my message.
He frozeand couldnt draw another breath. Hannah Lansing...speaking?
Hed never believed it was possible after so many years of silence. And yet here he was, hearing her voice with his own ears! The rich, cultured cadence held him mesmerized. Hed never given it much thoughther speaking like everyone else. Didnt actually believe it would ever happen. Shed been young and not much more than a baby when shed lost the ability to speak. How had she gotten it back? And when?
It took him a moment to come back to his senses and realize that although her words were polite enough, her tone was formaldistancinglike being doused with a bucketful of cold water. He sobered instantly. She might be talking, but she hadnt thought enough of him to inform him. That only pounded the nail of truth deeper about their lack of any real friendship.
Now, what had she said? Something about her note?
It came, he said. They both did. Just took a while to decide if Id answer.
That seemed to shake her up. She looked down, away from his face, and swallowed hard. I see. Then, I thank you for deciding to come.
Didnt figure we had much to say to each other after so long.
She blinked. I suppose I deserve that. Touch, Mr. Houston.
He was baiting her, punishing her for the way shed left things between them. Hed thought he was over it, that hed buried the bitterness a long time ago, but seeing her nowwell, guess it wasnt buried deep enough after all.
She looked him over, starting at his boots. He could sense her cataloging everything as her gaze touched on him. Bootsleather, dusty. Denim jeansworn, serviceable. His hat in his handsa tan, weather-beaten Stetson. Cotton shirt. Leather vest. Neckerchief tucked at his collar. She stopped when she reached his face. He didnt look his best, but he wasnt plannin on changing up just because shed ridden into town.
Your sister will be gratified to know you are looking well.
I get by all right.
She twisted the handkerchief again, obviously uncomfortable with the awkward gaps in their conversation. Guess his attitude didnt exactly inspire small talk. He had one foot trampling on everything she was sayin and one foot already headin for the door. It wasnt like him to be so cantankerous, but she just seemed to bring out the worst in him.
So youve taken your grandfathers name, he said, trying halfheartedly to remedy his mood. Where is Dorian?
He didnt accompany me.
That brought him up short. Youre traveling alone?
Of course not. My valet and maid have accompanied me. However, there have been some complications. It has put my business here behind schedule.
So he hadnt been a thought in her head until shed run into trouble with her schedule. Guess that told him where he stood. He chewed on that notion and grew angrier with the chewing.
Believe me, she continued, this is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you.
Somehow I doubt that.
Her mouth pressed together in a perfect seam.
I take it you are representing Lansing Enterprises now. Congratulations. Although I gotta admit Im surprised Dorian eased up on the reins enough to give you a position.
Yes...well...he did.
He had to know but hated to ask the question, hated to let her know that hed wondered about her at all. So when did you get your voice back?
Its been a while.
When?
Four years ago.
Soshed had plenty of time to send him a letter and hadnt. Well, what did he expect? Shed made it clear enough they werent friends any longer.
Id like you here tomorrow at nine to accompany me.
He raised his brows. He didnt care to be ordered about. Now, hold on, HannahMiss Lansing. The formal name didnt roll off his tongue any easier this time, but hed remember to use it if it killed him. No way would he forget the way shed treated him. Calling her by her proper name would just cement the fact. I havent said Id do anything.
But youre here. I thought that meant...
Go on. Spit it out. Whats this all about?
The desk man approached. Is everything all right, miss?
She nodded. Im fine, Mr. Bennett. She waited for the man to leave and then pressed her hand against her temple. On closer examination, purple smudges tinted the skin beneath her eyes. He hadnt noticed those right off.
Can you stay for supper? Her eyessurrounded with those long lasheslooked up at him all expectant and hopeful. Five years ago that look had gotten him into hot water and changed the course of his life. He didnt relish a repeat performance.
Caleb? she asked again.
Ive got a job to get back to. Ive been gone too long as it is.
I hoped at the least we could have a cup of tea. And...and talk.
Tea? Thats what this is about?
No. Of course not.
She said it too quickly, worryin that handkerchief again. At this point, he was surprised it hadnt been torn to shreds. Im not believing any of this. One minute you say you didnt plan to see me at all, and then the next you want to have tea. Youre not making any sense. Level with me, woman. What exactly is going on?
Her eyes widened at his sharp tone, and her chin raised a notch. All right, then. Ill be blunt, as that is what you prefer. The Hotel Del Coronado opening ceremony is tomorrow. I am in need of an escort.
She had to have a fever. Me? If you remember at all, Im not much for crowds. It sounds like a pretty fancy shindig for the likes of me. Shouldnt you be attending with the mayor or one of his lackeys? Someone closer to...
Her brow furrowed delicately. To what, Mr. Houston?
Look He turned to block their conversation further from the interested desk man. Pardon me for being confused, but the last time I saw you, you and Dorian made things very clear. I dont owe you a thing.
Frustration flashed through her eyes. You are not being fair. I had no She took a deep breath. You dont understand anything.
Then, explain it to me.
The way her brow wrinkled up, she looked as if she was in pain. It surprised him. Lansings were tough as old cowhide, in his estimation. But then, she could be quite the actress. He had believed what hed felt in that kiss so many years ago. He wasnt plannin on playing the fool a second time.
Ill pay.
Now, that sounds like something your grandfather would do. Why me? Why dont you save some money and have your valet go with you? Hes already in your service. He shoved on his Stetson. Hed heard enough. Too bad the only remembrance hed have of her voice was this conversation. It left the taste of sour pickle juice in his mouth.
Double.
He paused.
Ill pay you double what you make at the saloon.
A hint of desperation had crept into her voice. The money would come in handy, but it was something else that tugged at him, a feeling that there was more going on that she wasnt saying.
Mr. Houston...I really want you to be the one escorting me.
Maybe he could make himself stand being near her in short dosesfor the moneyand because it would salve his conscience concerning his sister. How long?
Two days. All I need is two days of your time.
His gut told him to stampede for the door. He should listen to it.
Please? I really need your help.
There it wasshed finally come around to asking him. Now was his chance to squash her the way shed squashed him. So why wasnt he throwing it back at her like hed planned? What time did you say this ribbon-cutting happens?
Something glimmered, lighting her eyes. Hope? The ceremony starts at eleven.
Guess I could see my way to doing it for the money. Long as we are clear on that. At least that was what he was telling himself. Ill be by at ten.
That will make us late.
Half past nine, then.
She stretched out her hand. Agreed.
He hesitated. It was how business deals were made, although usually it was man-to-man. Touching her seemed a might more personal than he wanted at the moment. He kept his hand stuffed in his pocket. Agreed. Two days.
Slowly she pulled her hand back. Yes. Thank you, Mr. Houston. She turned toward the stairs.
He could handle this. Two days would pass quick enough. Long as he kept the upper hand, it would be easy money. He could tell her off later. Feelin a bit ornery, he decided to let her know who was in charge. Miss Lansing? Her proper name rolled off his tongue easy enough.
She stopped. Yes?
Im not much for waiting.
A slight hesitation was the only indication hed unnerved her before she replied, Neither am I, Mr. Houston. Ill see you in the morning.
She spun her trim backside on him and walked to the stairs. He watched the swaying movement of her burgundy skirt as she mounted each stair until she stepped out of sight on the landing. A queer feeling rolled in his gut that had nothing to do with the absence of food there.
Turning toward the door, his gaze collided with the desk mans. The man watched until Caleb stepped through the ornate entryway to the street and let out a longlongbreath.
Heaven help him. Hannah was all grown up.
Chapter Five (#ulink_6861669c-e15c-5273-af5b-3a6de0de9c2a)
Hannah woke early the next day, her thoughts on last evenings encounter. Dressed and ready, she waited at the sitting room window, watching for Caleb to emerge from the saloon.
He hated her. She felt it to her bones. What shed done years ago had ruined any hope of friendship between them.
She raised her chin. It didnt matter. This wasnt a social visit. Paying him would keep things businesslike and proper between them. He was the right man for the job. Although it hurt deep inside that he wouldnt do it out of the goodness of his heart. He would havebefore. But obviously, things had changed. He had changed.
She thought back to the first look shed had of him in the lobby. He was as tall as a ships mast, and, though lean, he looked solid, as though nothing could move him from the path he set. The days growth of whiskers and the simple clothes he wore had only enhanced his ruggedness. And the gun beltlow on his hips... He carried a gun now. Years ago hed only carried a knife.
How much more had he changed on the inside? Was it a fantasy of her own mind that she even knew him at all?
If only things were different. If only she hadnt been forced to make a choice. The ache in her breast deepened, and she tugged on the pendant. But no. She hadnt really been forced. Shed done what she had to do. The stark reality was that, at sixteen, shed wanted to speak more than shed wanted anything else, even Calebs friendship, and so shed made that vow to Grandfathera vow that existed to this day.
Absently she twirled the long gold fringe on the heavy draperies. Caleb had been lanky then. That wasnt the case any longer. Last night shed noticed his stance that guarded their privacy. How his wide shoulders had easily blocked out the curious stares of Mr. Bennett and Jackson. Hed fairly cocooned her in a corner of the lobby. The thick red hair of his childhood had darkened to the color of a rich brown cherrywood color, and his facealways a bit angularwas now square-jawed and firm. A mans face. She swallowed. The boy shed caught sand crabs with on the beach was gone, and in his place stood a compelling stranger. A compellingbroodingstranger.
A polite knock sounded on her door. She opened it to Jackson.
Mr. Houston is in the lobby.
Hannah nodded her acknowledgment and shut the door. She walked to the bedroom and stood before the full-length mirror to smooth her skirt. For the third time that morning, she puffed the sleeves on her blouse and repositioned her blue velvet hat just above her chignon. What Mr. Houston thinks is not my concern, she told her image. Its the manager at the Hotel Del that I need to impress. She took a deep breath, grabbed her parasol and started for the door.
In the lobby, the sight of Caleb waiting for her, holding what looked to be a new black Stetson, had her gripping the handle of her parasol a bit more tightly than necessary. Hed been busy. Hed shaved, which brought the strong line of his jaw into view. His hair hung wet and slightly wavy where it brushed his white shirt collar. Instead of the bandanna hed had on yesterday, a dark gray bow tie circled his neck. He wore a dark gray vest and black pants. And his boots... Hed polished them recentlythis morning? Caught off guard by the sudden butterflies inside, she pressed her hand snug against her tummy.
He walked to the base of the stairs, looking her over in much the same way shed just appraised him. Mornin. He took her cloak from her arms and draped it over her shoulders.
Edward had done the same for her numerous times over the years. So why did Calebs closeness and his clean, soapy scent stir those butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy? He picked up a black wool coat lying on the wing-back chair and, with a crooked finger, slung it over his shoulder as he escorted her through the lobby and out the door.
Youre mighty quiet, he said once outside.
I...I expected the same person I met last evening. You...you clean up well.
He huffed. Ill change if thats what you want. You are paying me to accommodate you.
No. Of course not. Im...more than pleased. She opened her parasol and propped it on her shoulder. For all his surliness, he sure watched her closely.
Dont see those much around these parts.
I burn easily. And she needed something to keep her hands busy. With so many years of signing her thoughts, her hands retained the connection of the words and motionsa weakness should she suddenly forget herself and start signing in the midst of her confrontation with Mr. Barstow today.
Hmm. Well. Lets get a move on.
He accepted her answer easily enough. She had the urge to explain further, but already hed started down the boardwalk. She picked up her pace to catch up to him.
Well walk to the docks, he said. Its not too far. Word is there are carriages arranged on the other side to take us from the ferry to the hotel.
She stopped suddenly. We arent taking the Coronado line?
No.
Why not?
Theyre still laying track. Wont be done for another two months or so. When she didnt move, he arched one dark brow. Something wrong with the ferry?
She swallowed. I...I just thought... The hotel is on a peninsula, isnt it? I thought we would take the train or...perhaps a buggy?
Wed never make it in time for the ceremony.
Stillthere must be another route...a shortcut perhaps?
He smirked. Other than a hot air balloon ride over the harbor, this is your only option.
His sarcasm irked her. You neednt be condescending. Im well aware the sea breeze would send a balloon toward the foothillsnot toward the peninsula.
Im not tryin to be He stopped talking. The puzzlement on his face dissolved into speculation. Wait a minute. Are you saying youre afraid of the water? Miss Lansing, heir to one of the largest shipping enterprises on the West Coastis afraid to get on a boat?
Her cheeks warmed. Of course not. That would be silly.
Then, what is the problem?
I just prefer land travel to water. Always have.
His expression sobered. Its a short ride on the ferry. You can see the other landing from here. No waves, no swells. Im not taking a buggy twenty miles out of my way just so you can keep your boots dry. We either take the ferry or we dont go.
Hannah rubbed her forehead. This was unexpected. She had to talk to the two owners of the Hotel Del Coronado, or at least the manager. Theyd all be at the ceremony today. There must be another solution, she said, although her voice carried none of its previous strength. I...I really must attend.
His green eyes hardened. Its the ferry or nothing.
She gazed longingly at a carriage passing by. It had been years since shed last boarded a boat. Perhaps it wouldnt be so bad now. Perhaps, if she forced herself, she could overcome her discomfort. Very well. It seems I have no choice. The boat it is.
They turned the corner and passed a grocery with boards on the windows and then, farther down the street, a sad-looking milliners storefront with nothing but empty hat stands in the windows.
Her steps slowed. I was informed business was doing well here.
He glanced sideways at her. A month or so ago land prices started coming down. Your stake in the Hotel Del might not have been timed the best. People round here are selling out and leaving.
She nearly told him the truth thenthat there was no money invested, although it had been her wish to advance a small sum. Grandfather had refused. In the end, she held to her own counsel and let Caleb assume what he would. Better too little information than too much.
They walked a while before he spoke again. So are you going to tell me anytime soon how you got your voice back?
It was inevitable hed ask. She had prepared an answerenough to satisfy his curiosity and no more. It was the more she wanted to avoid.
You said it had been a while, he prompted.
Nearly four years ago. She could see him calculating back. It was the hypnotist. I saw him for over a year, going back weekly. Grandfather was not happy about thathe thought him a charlatan at first. But the man, Mr. Donniger, was adamant that it would take more than just a few visits, that each session built on the last. And something... I guess a small change, a small insight each time, made me keep going back. Six months into the therapy, I uttered my first word.
Caleb blew out a low whistle. So it worked after all. I was of the same mind as Dorian about the hypnotist.
I remember.
They stepped around the corner of a brick warehouse and the sea air swirled around her skirt. Quickly she clutched her bonnet, tying the ribbons more securely beneath her chin. The strong odor of fish filled her nose. They were close to the wharf. Another block and the sparkling harbor water greeted them, along with one tall sailing ship and a steamer vying for a place at the long dock. Halfway down, passengers crossed over a slanted gangplank to board a ferry. Along with the people, several buggies were lined up to make the trip.
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FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDSYears ago heiress Hannah Lansing was forced to give up the man she loved. Now, to save the family business, her grandfather demands she marry someone she feels nothing for. Torn between duty and desire, Hannah can turn to only one manGunslinger Caleb Houston is shocked when Hannah arrives in San Diego he never expected to see her again!In the eyes of society theyre worlds apart, but can Caleb finally convince Hannah to put her own happiness first and trust in the power of the love they share?
His kiss deepeneddemanded moreand suddenly she was nervous.
Caleb stop, please.
He squeezed his eyes shut and then, breathing hard, pulled back. You do realize this changes things?
At her silence, he looked up from his task.
It cant change, Caleb. I cant
Thunderclouds gathered on his brow. I must be the biggest fool west of the continental divide. Even now you are thinking of going through with marrying Rowlings?
Dont you understand? I cant think about just me!
He stood and buckled on his gun belt, shoving his gun into its holster. Dont explain it. I dont want to hear it again. Look. I dont fault you for being loyal to your family, but you need to figure out if that is more important than being loyal to yourself.
An obstetrics nurse, sonographer and medical writer, KATHRYN ALBRIGHT was delighted to add published novelist to her bio when her first completed manuscript made the finals in the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Contest and was picked up by Harlequin
Mills & Boon. She writes Americanset historical romance, and her award-winning books are inspired by the real people and events of the past. She lives in the Midwest and loves to hear from her readers at www.kathrynalbright.com (http://www.kathrynalbright.com)
AUTHOR NOTE
Ive had several readers write and ask what happened to Hannah, the little girl from my first book THE ANGEL AND THE OUTLAW. Shes all grown up now, and it is a pleasure to bring you her story here.
I enjoy the colourful history of my hometown, San Diego. Many of the unique facts I learn show up in my stories. 1888, the setting for THE GUNSLINGER AND THE HEIRESS, was a time when Wyatt Earp owned three businesses in town, when the famous Hotel Del Coronado had its grand opening, and when a young boy stumbled into town saying he had been living with pirates off the coast. No one believed him until he produced a few items from the stolen pirate booty.
I love to hear from my readers. You can find me online at www.kathrynalbright.com, on Facebook, and at Goodreads. Stop by and say hi.
The Gunslinger
and the Heiress
Kathryn Albright
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For my sonsBeau, Zachary and Cole.
You are my inspiration for every hero
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San Francisco Bay, 1883
Look lively, Scrapper. We be dockin soon. Need you on deck.
Caleb opened his eyes, letting in a sliver of light.
In response, Squid squared a hard boot to his side, rocking the rope hammock in a violent arc.
Back off! Awake now, Caleb stretched his back against the stiffness that had taken over his body, and then swung his feet to the plank flooring. He rubbed the remaining sleep from his face, wincing when he discovered his bruised and cut bottom lip.
Gor. Look at you.
Trask and Corcoran deserved everything they got, he muttered. Hed only protected what was his.
Good thing youre getting off. Corcoran is fair anxious to have you gone.
That makes two of us. I didnt sign on to dance with him. All hed been lookin for when hed boarded the clipper in Windham Bay was to work his way south. It had been the captain who had offered a bonus if hed stay on. The permanent crew, namely Trask and Corcoran, had taken offense. Last night their petty jealousy had turned on a new tack, bypassed annoying and headed straight to ugly when theyd learned hed had some luck in the gold fields. It wasnt information he bandied about, so how theyd come across it was a mystery. Whatever the case, theyd come out of the scuffle in worse shape than he had. Gingerly, he touched his lip again. Scabbed over. Hed heal. He always did.
Squid gave him the once-over, apparently decided he was up and moving and left.
Caleb walked to the porthole and surveyed the shoreline. The ship maneuvered through the deepest channel of the harbor toward the docks. Shipyards and warehouses lined the waterfront in a familiar pattern like every other port hed ever entered. But this was San Francisco, which made all the difference. It wasnt home. Not once in his twenty-four years did he remember having a true home, even though his sister, Rachel, had tried her best. He let out a long breath. No, Frisco wasnt home, but when her letter had finally tracked him down, hed known he had to come back. Hed read it in the spaces between her words. With her first baby on the way, she was scaredscared things might be the same for her as it had been for their mother the night he was born. Heck, he was worried, too. Rachel had always been there for him. It was time he returned the favor.
* * *
A thick border of red and blue flowers bobbed in the summer breeze, issuing a light scent along the stone path to the front door. Rachel would know their name. Shed planted them on his last visit, talking on and on about how theyd look when he came back in a year.
That had been four years ago.
And that was why he stood before the cottage on Sand Pebble Road with his canvas duffel bag slung over his shoulder, bracing himself for the meeting ahead. A tongue-lashing was to be expectedand not the enjoyable kind with a willing woman. The scolding wouldnt change a thing, but it would make Rachel feel better, make her feel as if she had done her duty as his stand-in mother.
Either way, a place like thisa place he could hang his hatjust hadnt been in the cards for him. Too much gunpowder inside, one black-eyed Sitka woman had said. That had been true once, but now...now he might try staying putfor a while or possibly longer. Rachel would be plumb tickled at that prospect.
He pounded on the door, stepped back and listened for sounds from inside. Silence.
Briefly, he considered heading back to the bar hed passed on the waterfront. He could come back laterwhen Rachel or Stuart was home. Trouble was, Trask and Corcoran were probably there by now. Better to sit that one out. He tried the door latch, sure itd be locked tight, only to feel it give under his hand.
Striding inside, he dropped his duffel on the parlor floor. Sunlight through the window turned the sitting room and entryway into a yellow and rust-red kaleidoscope of color, but the house was eerily quiet. Hed expected Rachel to be home. After all, it was near time for the baby to come. Wasnt she supposed to be sitting in a rocking chair knitting socks or blankets or something?Course, he hadnt sent word ahead that he was coming. There hadnt been time.
A scrap of paper, blown from the tea table by the breeze hed created on entering, floated down to the dark plank flooring. He crouched and picked up the note, his gaze falling on a familiar name. He rose to his feet, smoothing out the crease as he read. Hannahs birthday. Hed missed the date by a few days, but apparently a party was happening even as he stood waitin for company. No doubt hed find Rachel there.
Hannah. If Rachel had had to take over being his mother, it was Hannah he thought of as his kid sister. Shed been a skinny mite the last time hed seen her. Rachel had mentioned Hannah didnt come by anymore, didnt have much to do with Stuart either, no matter that the man had been a stand-in father and raised her those years at the lighthouse. When her grandfather finally found them, hed insisted she live in the mansion as her birthright.
Guess he might as well head there and see what she looked like after all these years. It was as good a time as any to give her that trinket hed been carrying around. Taking a small leather pouch from his duffel bag, he stuffed it into his vest pocket and set off for the Lansing estate.
* * *
The property encompassed the entire crown of a prominent hill. He stopped before entering the wrought iron gate and checked the view of the harbor below. A long, low whistle escaped. Several sailing vessels with their tall masts lined the wharves beside smaller fishing boats. Beyond them, a swath of deep blue water glistened under the setting sun. Hannah must have felt like a queen to see this every day.
He turned and strode up the long cobbled drive. Around a tree-lined bend, the mansion emergedelegant white stucco surrounded by an expanse of green grass. The place hadnt changed much since the last time hed seen it. Five black carriages were parked in front of the estate, and more conveyances had pulled off under the trees. Gas lanterns spilled light along each side of the marble staircase leading to the front entrance. At the base of the stairs, a large fountain sprayed sparkling water into a shallow pool.
He swallowed, feeling wholly out of his element. At the door, the butler pursed his lips, but reluctantly allowed him in. He stood in the entryway under thick cherrywood beams that crisscrossed the white domed ceiling. Down the wide hallway came the sound of deep voices interspersed with high twittering and the smell of something sweet bakingcookies or maybe a cake. The flash of a dinner jacket at a doorway had him looking down at his leather coat and canvas pants. Guess he was a bit underdressed for the occasion. He wore his Stetsonthe only new thing he owned.
When someone finally emerged to meet him, it wasnt Hannah or even Rachel. It was Dorian Lansing. Leaning slightly on the cane that had always been a statement of his power, he strode down the hall decked out in a stiff new suit. The ruffles at his collar seemed out of place on such a man. His appraisal was quick, but Caleb felt as if hed been turned inside out and inspected thoroughly for bugs.
Dorian nodded briefly. Mr. Houston. Its been a while.
Ive just arrived in town. Thought Id let my sister know I was here and say hello to Hannah. Dont mean to interrupt anything.
Dorian peered at him with those piercing blue eyes. The years might have watered them down some but hadnt blunted their sharpness. Youll understand if I dont invite you in. This is an exclusive gathering. I will inform my granddaughter you stopped by. Without waiting for a response, he turned back toward the party.
Caleb hadnt expected to be treated like royalty, but then he also hadnt expected to be treated like dirt. He took two steps following Dorian. The butler blocked him from going farther, so he called over the mans shoulder, Ill see Rachel. Just to let her know Ive arrived safely.
Dorian paused halfway down the hall. He didnt look back. Very well. Ill send Mrs. Taylor out.
Caleb tried to corral his retaliatory thoughts. Hed better not be waiting until Christmas.
Sudden movement from a nearby doorway caught his eye. A young woman stood there, frozen like a deer in the woods before it breaks and runs. Recognition hit him like the wallop of finding gold at the bottom of the Indian River. Hannah. Last time hed seen her, shed been in braids and wore a pinafore to her shins. Now her fancy white dress hugged curves of a waist hed never seen beforeand her shoulders were bare. Bare! Where had he been while all this came about? She wasnt quite a woman yetbut she was close, mighty close.
He tipped the brim of his hat and then signed her name. Hannah?
A smile transformed her face, dimples forming on both cheeks. She ran toward him, her arms stretching wide to hug him the way she always had.
Miss Lansing, the butler said, and coughed discreetly.
Immediately Hannah slowed, and the smile disappeared into tightly pressed lips as she lowered her arms. The transformation cautioned him. Guess she was a young lady more than a girl now.
She stopped a full three feet from him. Hello, Caleb, she signed. How lovely to see you. She was suddenly so stiff and formal that he half expected her to curtsy. Before he could answer, she wrinkled her small nose. You smell like fish.
He raised a brow. So the imp was still inside her. Reading her sign language came back to him naturally, as if hed never had a four-year hiatusa surprise after all hed lived through in the north country. He looked closer at her, noting the changes. Still the same heart-shaped face, the same big gray eyes, but the young waif was turning into a butterfly. She carried herself as if she was royalty coming to call. A comb sparkled in the upsweep of her pale blond hair. Diamonds? Most likely...
Miss, the butler cleared his throat again.
Her hands flew in beautiful rhythmic patterns. Im fine, Edward. Really. You may go.
Caleb hadnt expected the way she spoke with her hands to be so elegant, so...so graceful. It was like a dancemesmerizing.
Edward frowned but did as he was instructed and disappeared into a side room.
Well, arent you all grown up, Miss Hannah? Caleb emphasized the miss to tease her. Hed never called her anything but Hannah or peanut. She might not be able to speak, but her hearing was just fine. And looking mighty pretty for your birthday celebration.
Her cheeks colored. That was new. Shed never blushed before when he teased, and he always teased her. Mostly shed tease right back or stomp off in a huff.
Laughter filtered in from down the hall, drawing her attention. She turned back to him. Wont you come join us?
Hed rather drink a gallon of seawater. I dont fancy meetin a bunch of strangers just now. Im fresh off the boat and could use a shave and a haircut. He ran his palm over the four days growth of bristles on his face in emphasis. Just let Rachel know Ill be at the house.
But you just got here! I want to hear all about what youve been doing.
The warmth of her greeting relieved him. He hadnt known how she would begrowing up in this huge mansion and after all these years. Hed halfway wondered if shed forget about him.
She glanced down the hall, pressed her finger to her lips and then grabbed his hand and pulled him the other wayoutside. She led him down the front steps and onto a path through a flowering trellis that led to a large rose garden. Their floral scent filled the warm evening air along with something he hadnt smelled in yearsnight-blooming jasmine. In the center of the garden, a bronze sundial stood next to a wrought iron swing. She sat down, a conspiratorial smile on her face, and patted the bench seat beside her.
He took care not to crush her fancy party dress as he joined her. Just what are you up to, Hannah-girl?
Her eyes shone, drinking him in and making him feel all of ten feet tall. You were gone a very long time. Where have you been?
Alaska mostly.
Her eyes widened into saucers. Looking for gold? Did you find any?
He chuckled, enjoying her exuberance. He gave a push with his feet to set the swing in gentle motion. Some. Bears, too. Big black ones.
You are lucky to have so many adventuressee so many new places.
Youre pretty lucky yourself. He tilted his chin toward the mansion behind her. This looks like a big adventure in its own way.
Instead of agreeing, like he thought she would, her shoulders sank, the movement nearly imperceptible.
He hadnt intended to put a damper on the day. After all, it was her birthday party. So how have you been, Miss Hannah?
She blinked and seemed to shake off the mood. Next week Im going to see a man about my voice.
Apprehension tasted sour in his stomach. Thought youd been down that road before.
She frowned. I thought, of all people, youd understand best.
Great. He hadnt been here five minutes and they were arguing. Understand what? Understand how many times youve had your hopes trampled? This isnt some endurance contest, Hannah. You were all broke up the last time when it didnt work like you hoped.
But this is different.
How so?
Its called hypnosis.
Coldness spread through his gut. Like at a carnival? Some mind reader playing tricks with your brain?
It wont be like that. Hed be doing it to help me, not to make fun.
Sounds crazy to me. Crazy and dangerous.
She wilted at his words. Must have thought hed be as enthusiastic as she was. He felt badselfish evenfor throwin cold water on her hope. Im sorry I cant be more excited for you. I just dont want to see you hurt again. To my way of thinkin youre fine just the way you are.
Thats because you can read my hands. Not everyone can and... Her hands dropped to her lap.
And what? he prodded, knowing his voice was harsh and not caring. The gal would keep at this like a dog worrying a sore paw.
I...I... She squeezed shut her eyes. Never mind. Im sorry I spoke of it.
Now he really felt like an ass. He just didnt want to see her hurt. Go on. I wont laugh or give you any more grief.
She took a deep breath. I want to sing.
It was a dream any young girl might haverich or poor. Taken by surprise, he grinned. Guess Id like to hear that myself.
Youre just scared Ill talk too much once I learn how.
He smirked. That sounded more like the Hannah he knewa bit on the sassy side. Could be. But whatever happenswhether this hypnosis thing works or notyoure still Hannah to me. Nothing can change that. He said the words to convince himself. She was changingright before his eyes, she was growing up.
A coyote howled in the distance, and the sound pulled him from his thoughts. The stars were popping out, too. Guess he best say what hed come to say so she could get back to her party. He fished in his pocket and pulled out the leather pouch. I...ah...have a little something for youfor luck.
Her eyes took on a sparkle. A birthday present?
Call it that if you want. Been carryin it for a while. Its not much. He handed her the pouch.
She loosened the drawstring cord and upended the bag. The necklace hed had made slid into her waiting palma swirl of silver and abalone in the warm twilight. He watched for her reaction.
Her eyes opened wide in recognition.
She remembered. Unaccountably pleased, he said, Ive had that piece of shell with me ever since we found it on the beach. Been my good-luck piece. Figured it was your turn to have it.
It...it is lovely. Will you put it on me?
She handed him the necklace and flounced around on the swing, turning her back to him. The movement wafted her flowery perfume up to fill his nose. His gaze slid down the gentle slope of her neck and farther to her shoulders. Hed never seen so much soft, creamy skin. Queer sensations pooled in his stomach as he circled the silver chain around her head. A tendril of hair danced in the breeze where he needed to lock the clasp. He leaned close and blew it out of the way.
She inhaled sharply.
He smiled at her reaction and then leaned in to tease her. Goose bumps?
She didnt indicate shed heard. In fact, she was mighty quiet. And goose bumps had formed on her upper arms. His fingers stilled in their task. Hed only meant to move the hair out of the way. After all, this was Hannah. He hadnt given any thought to his actions being more than that. Suddenly they were. Suddenly they seemed...intimate.
He finished locking the silver clasp and pulled back. Done.
Hannah fingered the pendant as she turned to him. The gleaming shell rested just above the rose-colored satin neckline of her dress. He liked the way it sat there all shimmery on her smooth skin. Its not emeralds...or pearls....
I have those things. It... She stilled her hands and then started over. This is special. It means a lot to me.
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Drawing back, she stopped close enough for her breath to tickle his skin. Gray eyes, large and luminous, blinked up at him. Her nearness set his entire body to thrumminnot exactly the reaction hed expected.
Youre sure sayin a lot for someone who cant talk, he mumbled, unable to look away. They were friendspractically brother and sister. And she was way too young to be lookin at him like that. To give in to the urge formingthe urge to kiss her properlywould change things between them forever. He should get up and walk away right now, put some distance between them before he did something stupid.
Trouble was, his head told him one thing and his heart said another. And the second was drowning out the first. So he sat there like a dang fool, caught betwixt and between. Those pretty gray eyes of hers grew bigger, and she tilted her face up. His heart lurched to a new rhythm in his chest. Apparently the little lady was wantin the same thing. A fool he might be, but he didnt need to be asked twice.
He slid his hat from his head, barely conscious of the motion. Then, leaning forward, he tested the watersa quick brush of his lips to hers. When she didnt pull back, he took her by the shoulders and bent down to her mouthcareful to keep the kiss light. A birthday kiss. A sweet-sixteen birthday kiss. Gentle. Chaste. Her lashes swept down, and likewise he let himself enjoy the moment. She had the softest lips hed ever felt, the smoothest skin hed ever touched.
And she was an innocent. She trembled under his mouth, stiff and a bit awkward in a way only first kisses can be. That shed chosen to share her first kiss with him humbled him. It was a giftthe gift of herself.
He broke contact and then brushed her forehead with a parting kiss, murmuring against her skin, Happy birthday, Hannah.
When he pulled back, heightened color stained her cheeks, and her gaze was slightly out of focus.
Well, he was right there with herin as much shock as she. Imagine that.
The tap of metal clicked on the flagstone path. Hannah! Dorians harsh voice boomed through the garden.
Reluctantly, Caleb released her and stood to face her grandfather.
Dorian made his way toward them until he stopped three feet before them. Quietly, Hannah stood. Dorian took in the pendant she wore, took in her flushed face and cut a barbed look to Caleb before addressing his granddaughter. You are ignoring your guests. Please, return to the house immediately.
Caleb glanced toward the front door. The partiers had wandered onto the open marble landing at the top of the steps and stared out over the railing, curiosity splashed across their faces. On the path behind Dorian, Rachel, large and awkward with child, hurried forward, followed by her husband, Stuart.
Rachel rushed up and hugged him fiercely. Youre here! When did you arrive? Did you stop at the house?
He squeezed her tentatively, in awe of her changed form. Hi, sis. Yes, I left my things there.
Oh, its been too long this time. She sniffled, and he saw the start of tears forming in her eyes.
Uncomfortable with the display of emotion, he turned to his brother-in-law, reading the dark bent of his expression. Tread carefully, it said. Rachel didnt need any worries, and an argument between him and Dorian wouldnt do her any good.
Dont mind me. Really, Rachel said, blinking away her tears. Its just something to do with being in a family way. I seem to cry at the drop of a hat.
He grinned at that. Seemed women could always muster up a good crysometimes in honest feeling and sometimes only to manipulate. Hed experienced both. Guess I interrupted quite a party. Ill head to the house and you come on back when youre good and ready. Turning to Hannah, he resettled his hat on his head and tugged the brim down. Your grandfather is right. Your guests are waiting.
Hannah pouted but moved her hands gracefully in answer.Thank you for the gift. Youll come by tomorrow?
Caleb caught the smoldering anger in Dorians eye. Sure. Tomorrow evening.
She smiled, reassured, and turned down the stone path to the house.
The moment she was out of earshot, Dorian faced him squarely. Please dont make contact with Hannah again.
Id say thats up to Hannah, Mr. Lansing.
Rachels face blanched.
You will honor my wishes with my granddaughter. Dorian didnt raise his voice, but Caleb heardno, he feltthe underlying steel. This was a man who got his way. Hannah is young and impressionable, and she has been brought up to a finer style than one to which you are accustomed. I believe you would agree with me when I say that she deserves better.
Caleb nearly choked. The man was anything but tactful. Our friendship goes back way before Hannah came here to live with you. Money doesnt figure into it.
Dorian raised his brows. Youll find, Mr. Houston, that money has everything to do with her life now, the merchant business and her future.
Rachel gaspeda strangled, half-swallowed soundand the corners of her mouth tightened, pale and drawn. Her hand clutched her bulging abdomen. I...I believe I really must start home.
The way she said it, more than the words she used, had Caleb moving toward her to catch her by the arm. Stuart did the same, clutching her opposite arm in support. Rach?
Her attempt at a reassuring smile faltered. We should be going.
The midwife? Stuart asked, looking at Caleb over her bowed head.
She shook her head. It will pass. I need to lie down for a bit. Just overdid things today. Thats all.
Stuart quirked his head. The look was subtle, but Caleb understood. He was to take Rachel home. Stuart would go for the midwife. It didnt matter that Rachel thought it unnecessary.
Thank you for having us, Dorian, Rachel said. Give Hannah our love.
Dorian stood aside to let them pass. Caleb could almost hear the thoughts swirling as the man assessed him one last time. Mr. Houston. Youd be smart to remember what I said.
The challenge rang in the damp evening air. Caleb ignored it, but as he stepped away, flanking Rachels side, he felt the mans gaze sear his shoulders. Dorian Lansing was not someone to turn his back on. Hed best remember that.
* * *
The guests were gone, the servants abed, the house quiet. Yet in one room, Hannahs sitting room, the gas lamp burned steadily. Hannah sat at her writing desk watching Grandfather stride the length of the apartment, his bow tie hanging loose at his collar and his face tight with controlled anger.
I cannot believe that you left your guests, friends who had traveled considerable distances, to consort with that neer-do-well. Have you no pride in yourself? No sense of decency?
Caleb is a good friend, too Grandfather turned away before she could finish signing. She dropped her hands into her lap. She wasnt surprised. He had little patience for the way she communicated. Since the day shed arrived ten years ago, unable to speak, she had been a disappointment. Each doctor she had seen, each professional opinion, each unsuccessful visit had frustrated him further. Yet she had no control over this wretched solitude. If only she could be the same as everyone else, if only she could force the words out, then everything would be righted. Grandfather would have to listen.
He stopped pacing. Tonights inappropriate behavior must be addressed. In view of what has occurred, I feel I must contain you to your room for the time being.
But she was supposed to see Caleb! Thoughts of his kiss came back full force. What a flood of sensations had come over her with that kiss. Was that what it was supposed to be like? One thing was certain. She wanted to talk to him about it. And she wanted another one.
But of that, Grandfather would not approve. She did, however, need to keep her appointment with the hypnotist. Opening her secretary, she withdrew a sheet of paper and dashed off the words Appointment. Hypnotist. Ten oclock.
Grandfather frowned. I havent forgotten, but I regret now giving you leave to go. That man is not a physician. I find it distasteful to visit his establishment, to be seen in his part of town.
No! Grandfather mustnt change his mind! She had to see the hypnotist! Quickly she wrote Edwards name.
Its not a matter of who will accompany you. This person is no more than a carnival charlatana waste of time. With further consideration, I cannot allow you to keep your appointment.
The thought flitted through her mind that he sounded much like Caleb had in his assessment of the hypnotista similarity she refused to dwell on at the moment. She had to go, had to try, no matter how slight the chance it would work.
Well talk more tomorrow, after you have time to consider your actions and how theyve disgraced the family.
Grandfather was nearly to the door. She tugged at his arm.
He looked down at her, his mouth a firm line of disapproval. Shed seen that expression a number of times over the years since coming to live with him and Grandmother Rose. Nothing she did would change his mind.
Then, as she watched, the resolve on his face shifted.
She stepped back, unsure what this might mean.
Your mother was the same, you know, he said. Impulsive. Headstrong. I had hoped you would not take after her in that regard.
Her mother? He never spoke of her. That he said anything emphasized how upset shed made him. Shed been three years old when Mother drownedand she had stopped speaking. At least that was what Stuart had told her when she was old enough to understand. As much as she would have liked to remember her mother, she couldnt. Her memories started at the lighthouse with Stuart taking care of her.
Grandfather sighed and patted her arm. I dont wish to do this, you knowpunish you like a young schoolgirl. Not at your age. He moved back to the window seat and sat, hands on his knees, and stared at the floora sign he was deep in thought.
The quiet between them filled with impending heaviness. Her breathing grew shallow, until the air in her lungs ceased entering or leaving. She dared not move. This was too important. Everything seemed to hang in the balance of what he would say next.
Finally, he looked up and narrowed his gaze on her. Therefore, I have a proposition.
* * *
Three days later, Caleb knocked on the door of the estate and asked for Hannah.
Wait here, the butler instructed. He didnt bother inviting Caleb inside but shut the door in his face.
Caleb blew out a long breath. Guess hed worn out his welcome in one fell swoop. Could be that the whales would start their trip south before hed see Hannah now.
He paced along the top of the marble steps. Twice, he thought about leaving, despite the fact hed thought of little else but Hannah for the past three days. It was that kiss. Whether he liked it or not, kissin her had changed things between them. He feltdifferent now. A surprise, considering hed known her all his life. Concerning, too. And he didnt want to think any further along those lines until he spoke with her.
He viewed the rose garden and lawn twenty feet below the low ornamental railing and resigned himself to waiting as long as it would take. Hed meant to come by soonertwo days ago to be exactbut it couldnt be helped. Babies come on their own timetable without any consideration for the knots they might tangle in everyone elses schedules. His nephew, Lawrence, had squalled his way out and demanded every minute of his time while Stuart and the midwife tended Rachel. Shed had a rough go of it. Even now, thinking on it made his stomach clench.
The door hinge creaked and immediately he turned. Hannah She wasnt alone. Her grandfather stood beside her, creating a chill in the air just by his presence. Mr. Lansing.
Dorian didnt bother to acknowledge him.
I couldnt come sooner. Rachel had a boy. Shes finetheyre both fine. He stopped talking. Hannah looked as if she might be illor exhausted. There was a bruised, fragile look to her eyes, and she had trouble meeting his gaze. His breath left him in a whoosh of disappointment. She wasnt speaking. That was what the problem was. Shed had her hopes up so high. Too high.
He started toward hernot quite sure what to do, what to say. He wasnt exactly the cry on my shoulder type, but he had to do something.
She stiffened, clearly erecting an invisible barrier between them.
He stopped, curling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from reaching for her, whether to hug her or shake her, he wasnt sure. Hadnt he told her it was a long shot? Hadnt he warned her not to get her hopes up? It didnt work, he said flatly.
She looked down to the slab of white marble at her feet.
Hed bet two shiploads of gold that shed done this because of Dorian. The man steadfastly refused to learn the sign language. Over and over, Hannah put herself through agony because she wanted to communicate with him, and all the while Dorian didnt even try to understand.
A body couldnt keep warding off disappointment time after time without growing bitter.
Finally, she met his gaze. I cant see you anymore, Caleb.
That wasnt what he expected. Whats going on?
She shook her head, a pained expression on her face.
Suddenly worried, he stepped toward her. Did something happen at the hypnotist? Did he hurt you?
She moved away until her back flattened against the great oak door. No. Im fine.
Well, that was a lie. He waited for her to go on.
Things have changed since I saw you last.
It had to be that kiss. He darted a look at Dorian, a few feet away. It wasnt hard to figure that the ocean would turn red before that man would give them a sliver of privacy.
She twisted a handkerchief in her hand.
Ill come back in a few dayswhen you are feeling better.
No. Dont come. I cant see you anymore, Caleb. Not ever.
He tightened his jaw. Youre not makin sense. If its the kiss thats botherin you...
You shouldnt have done that.
A slow burn started in his gut. As I recall, you were the one doing most of the asking.
No. Im sure you are wrong.
So that was how things stood. She couldnt own up to her actions. She was embarrassed about being forward, and instead of admitting it or dealing with it, she was trying to put the blame firmly in his lap.
He glanced at Dorian, wishing the man would disappear so he could talk easier with Hannah. Now, that was a fantasy. He swallowed. This is how you want it?
She nodded, not quite meeting his gaze.
He took one last considering look. They both knew she was twisting the facts, but shed made her choice. He should have been ready for it. People he cared about had been leavin him his entire lifefirst his mother, then his father, and then Rachel. This was just one more time.
Have it your way, then. Slow and deliberate, he turned and strode down the front steps. Behind him, he heard the door quietly click shut.
Chapter One (#ulink_97225cfe-1a7f-50d1-904f-20349d7bf5bb)
Five years later
Im sorry, miss. Ill need payment up front for that.
Hannah stared at the thin, pimply-faced boy behind the counter for a full ten seconds. He shifted from one foot to the other, looking at any corner of the Cigar Emporium rather than back at her. He was new and hopelessly awkward in his new position. You must be mistaken, she said, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
No mistake. Ill lose my job if I extend more credit.
She stiffened, at the same time glancing over her shoulder to make sure no customers had heard. Across the room two men stood before a display of chewing tobacco and debated the merits of the three different brands. They appeared unaware of her situation, and shed like to keep it that way. Only moments before shed been thinking how she enjoyed the fragrance of the cherrywood tobacco that permeated the small shop as a respite from the brine-laden air outside. Now she could barely think through her embarrassment.
Forcing a calm demeanor, she asked, Is this a new policy? If so, Im sure it doesnt pertain to my family. She pushed the hand-carved ivory pipe across the counter. Please. Id like it wrapped.
Still the boy hesitated, wiping his hands on his white apron.
You do know who I am?
He gulped audibly and fidgeted with the corners of the massive account book in front of him. Yes, Miss Lansing. Your family has done business here for years.
And half of the items in this shop arrived here by way of my grandfathers ships. She softened her voice. This pipe is for his birthday. You wouldnt deny him his present, would you?
I...I... Your total has reached the limit.
My grandfather pays the bill monthly. There must be a mistake. The ledger would prove her point. She reached for it to see for herself when a beefy hand splayed over the page, blocking her view.
Ill take it from here, Toby. Go see to the other customers. The shops owner, Mr. OConnell, a heavyset Irish man with a handlebar mustache, turned the book back toward himself as the new clerk scurried away with a look of relief on his young face. Cant have my other customers tabs becoming general knowledge, now, can I? Im sure, given your familys business, you understand, Miss Lansing.
What he implied stung. She wasnt one to manipulate such knowledge to her own advantage, though she knew those who would. She was only interested in the accounting of the Lansing total.
The two customers had stopped their discussion and listened intently now. Good gracious, but this was getting uncomfortable! Her cheeks heated. She never carried much money on her. According to Grandfather, it was unladylike. There had never been any problems in the past with putting items on a tab. Her gloved hands shook slightly as she loosened the blue ribbon cinching her purse and counted out enough money to cover a deposit on the pipe. In the first place, I hadnt planned to have my grandfather pay for his own present, but it quite takes me by surprise that you wont extend credit to me. I shall return tomorrow with the rest. Good day, Mr. OConnell. She made a stiff-backed, dignified exita Lansing exit. Grandfather would be proudshe hoped.
Once outside she stopped and took a deep breath, allowing a moment for her cheeks to cool and to put up her umbrella against the light rain. Down the wet street, her carriage waited. She had planned to stop at the milliners to check the designs for a new spring bonnet, but now she was uncertain. Would she run into the same predicament there as she had at the tobacco shop? Perhaps it would be best to first speak with Grandfather.
Please, take me home, she instructed her driver when she arrived at the carriage. He jumped down from his seat and assisted her inside the conveyance. Only then, obscured by the dark velvet curtains from the curious stares of the few people who had ventured out in this weather, did she sink back into the plush cushions and consider what had just occurred.
It had to be a mistake. Grandfather was always punctual in paying his bills to the point of being regimental. For as long as she could remember, there had been plenty of funds from the shipping enterprise to cover incidentals whenever shed wanted anything. Perhaps, with Stuart away, Grandfather needed a hand with the business. It couldnt be easy keeping track of everything with all that he had to do.
The carriage jolted into motion, but she paid no attention to the tree-lined city parading by. Absently she tugged on the pendant at her breast. Ever since Grandmother Rose had passed on, Grandfather had been happy to have her run the household. Although she was now proficient at throwing dinner parties and carrying on the conversation with business associates, Grandfather had maintained that the shipping business was a mans task. In the past five years hed expanded itadding two more ships. Had it become too much for him to oversee without an assistant?
The trip from the shopping district to the Lansing estate on Nob Hill took a matter of minutes. Once there, she hurried up the wide marble stairs and through the massive front door. The faint scent of lemon polish reached her as she deposited her cloak and umbrella into Edwards waiting arms. Grandfather?
In his study, miss.
She headed down the hallway, untying her bonnet as she walked. The sound of her footsteps on the tiles echoed off the high ceiling and walls.
Grandfather? We need to talk
His room was empty.
She sighed in frustration, spun around to search farther down the hall and then stopped herself. Something wasnt right. She turned back to the study. Papers and notes were scattered askew over Grandfathers massive desk. Totally unlike him. Neatness and order ruled Dorian Lansing and everything around him. He controlled his estate in the same manner he had once, as a young man of twenty-two, controlled his first shipor so shed been informed.
She hesitated in the doorway. Slowly, eerily, a moan issued, the sound coming from behind the dark Victorian desk. Her breath hitched in her chest. She ran to the far side of the furniture and found him lying prostrate on the parquet floor, his face pasty white.
Grandfather! she cried out, kneeling beside him. In the next breath she screamed, Edward! Come, quick!
* * *
A significant stroke, the doctor said. Upon hearing it, Hannahs heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach. Grandfather would need constant care and rest if he was to recover. After seeing the familys personal physician out, Hannah called the house staff together in the kitchen.
Where is Tan Ling? she asked. She should hear this, too.
Mr. Lansing discharged her last week, miss, Edward explained.
Oh, she said, confused. Grandfather had neglected to tell her. Then she grew irritated. She should have been informed. After all, she was in charge of the household staff. It was her job to do the hiring and discharging. Tan Ling had been with the Lansings for the past three years. What of the letters of recommendation the young woman would need to find new employment? Had Grandfather considered them? Besides, more than any paperwork, she would have liked to have said goodbye.
She looked over the expectant loyal faces of those before her. Mr. Lansing has taken ill and will require special care. A nurse will be attending him over the next few weeks while he recovers. If he recovers, she thought to herself, and then quickly pushed the traitorous idea from her mind. He had to get well. He just had to. Please make her welcome when she arrives.
A burning sensation threatened behind her eyes. This illness will be especially hard on Grandfather. Hes...hes weak on his right side and unable to get out of bed. Im sure you know how independent he has been.
Looks passed between the staff.
Hannah understood their trepidation. Dorian wasnt known for his patience or temperate disposition when he was in good health. What would the household be like now?
That is all. Except, Edward? A word, please.
Hannah waited for the others to take their leave, and then turned to the butler. He had been a sailor on one of Grandfathers ships before coming to work at the estate. Hed been with Grandfather the longest and was a man she knew would answer honestly.
What happened with Tan Ling? Was there an infraction of the rules?
No, miss.
What, then?
He paused, a discomfited look passing over his usually austere face.
I have known you many years, Edward. Please, speak freely. I know you are cognizant of a great many things within the household and keep them to yourself.
Very well, then. His brow furrowed as he chose his words. I believe Mr. Lansing was concerned with conserving costs. The loss of his ships
Ships lost? She schooled her face to remain impassive. Obviously it is worse than he confided to me.
Edward exhaled, believing her ruse that she was in her grandfathers confidence. I believe so.
* * *
For the next three days, Hannah studied the Lansing Enterprises ledgers until numbers and cargo listings were leaking from her ears. Foul weather had claimed two of their largest cargos, not to mention the two ships, sinking both to the bottom of the sea. They had but one ship leftan older one that was in dry dock for repairs.
No matter how hard she stared at the figures, she couldnt come up with additional income. The majority of the balances had a minus before them. She longed to discuss it with Grandfather, but the doctor had said that any added stress might cause him to suffer a relapse. He was to be kept as calm as possible. She mustnt burden him with business.
Shuffling through the layers of letters and bills, she categorized them from most pressing to leastthe most being a legal document from San Diego regarding the shipment of furniture and supplies to the Hotel Del Coronado, an establishment that was to rival the Palace in San Francisco. Apparently upon hearing of the downed ships, the owners had sent an immediate claim demanding compensation. She frowned. How considerate of them when Grandfathers health hung in the balance. Some things were more important than their gold-rimmed tea sets. She dropped the offending papers on the desk and then checked the time on the cabinet clock. Nearly noon. Perhaps his tray was ready. She rose to her feet and found Nina in the kitchen assembling Grandfathers lunch. Ill take it to him, she said, picking up the tray laden with warm, mashed apples and cinnamon, a thin slice of cheese and clam chowder soup. Id welcome a respite.
Youll be sick yourself if you dont rest a bit, Miss Lansing. You must take care. You cant solve everything in a day as much as you try.
Thank you, Nina. She scooted out of the room. Nina would talk forever if given the chance. Her conversation was at times comforting, but right now Hannah needed solutions, not chatter.
She climbed the stairs and entered Grandfathers room. Upon seeing him sitting up in bed, surrounded by plumped pillows, she stopped short, nearly dropping the tray. Youre sitting up!
A gruff Harrumph punctuated the expectant pause following her words. He had no patience for people who stated the obvious. Quickly she handed the tray off to the nurse and hurried to his bedside.
Are you well enough to do this? she asked, worried that the strain might be more than he could handle.
He held his left hand out to her, and she moved to take it, letting him draw her to his side. She sat on the edge of the mattress and expelled a shaky breath. You...you are stronger today?
At his nod, she motioned to the nurse, who rose and stepped from the room. Hannah had made it a point to help Grandfather daily with his meals. So far, shed managed to keep from pouring out her worries, but today would be doubly hard. The company lawyer had dropped by with a large packet, and the post had just arrived full of overdue bills.
She spread the linen napkin over his chest and scooped up a spoonful of soup. When she raised it to his lips, his gaze met hers.
Whas wong? he said, his words slurred.
Her smile was forced. Hungry myself, thats all. She scooped up another spoonful, but he clamped his mouth shut.
Whas wong? he repeated and pointed to the lap of her skirt where shed worried the fabric into a wrinkled mess.
She sighed. Shed never been able to get away with anything with him. He could read peopleher especially. The talent had made him a keen businessmanthat and his innate stubbornness. People didnt call him Old Ironhead for no reason. He nearly always got his way. Perhaps it would be smarter to let him help her. Frustration at being kept in the dark would surely be worse than concocting a plan of action.
Ill tell you if you promise to eat.
In answer, he opened his mouth, ready for another spoonful.
While he ate, she told him how shed discovered the bills piling up. Why didnt you tell me about the ships? Perhaps I could have helped.
Grandfather shook his head.
But it affects me. It affects you and this entire household. You need to trust me with this.
Rather than acknowledge her, he indicated he was ready for another spoonful of soup.
Pressing her lips together, she held back the retort that threatened and brought the soup to his mouth. It appears Thomass company reimbursed for the first ship and cargo, but I couldnt find any insurance paperwork on the second ship. Does he have that at his office?
Grandfather shook his head slightly and glanced out the window. Ignoring her? Or considering what to answer? She wasnt sure.
Should I send a telegram to Stuart?
It seemed the obvious solution to her. Stuart managed his own shipping business now, but having trained under Dorian, he still partnered with him on an occasional run. Grandfather furrowed his brows.
What, then?
He grabbed the paper and pen from his bedside table. Moving them to his lap, he proceeded to write, left-handed and awkward.
See? You should have learned to sign. It would help now, she said, teasing lightly while he scribbled. He grunted, apparently not flattered by her suggestion.
Here. Let me take a look. She picked up the note and deciphered his squiggly handwriting. Accept Thomass offer? Her gaze flew to his. Marriage? You think the answer is for me to marry?
He frowned at her with only half of his face, took the paper and wrote again. Hell take care of you.
She couldnt believe what he was suggesting. For years hed said Lansing Enterprises was her legacy, and now he was asking her to turn her back on it? She rose to her feet and paced in the small confines of the room. But...what about the business? Families we employ depend upon Lansing Enterprises for their livelihood. What about them? I cannot consider only myself.
With the pen, he carved the words in the paper, tearing it in the process. You need a secure future.
But I thought... I believed... She searched for the right words. Hed led her to believe she would inherit the company. This is just a temporary setback. Well build the business back up. Well press on. Thats what you always say.
He pressed his lips together on the one side of his mouth, and wrote, Thomas knows what to do.
That was not how shed envisioned her life. Shed thought she would assume control of the company. Shed made plans.... Grandfather, she began, sinking back onto the bed. She closed her eyes, took a big breath and then opened them again. This illness has scared you. Youre acting like...like you wont get better. But you will. Look how much improved you are today compared to yesterday. The alternative, she could not bring herself to contemplate. Hed always been there for her, even when they disagreed. She couldnt lose him.
His glare only reinforced her words. A week ago hed encouraged her to consider Thomas Rowlingss proposal. Grandfathers business associate was a pleasant sort and rather dashing for a man twenty years her senior. His insurance company was prosperous. Shed want for nothing.
It was a viable solution. She didnt expectdidnt wanta marriage based on love. That emotion led only to disappointment and heartbreak. Yet why did she suddenly feel as though she couldnt breathe? I know you are thinking only of my good...
Grandfathers gaze never wavered from her face.
She had to get away, had to take time to consider things. She rubbed her forehead. You truly believe this is the best course?
He nodded once, slow and firm.
She dragged in a shaky breath. I see. Thomas is due back from Sacramento in one week. Ill...Ill give him an answer then.
* * *
In the study, Hannah sat numbly at the large desk, staring at the piles of papers without really seeing them. Marriage... It seemed so final...like an iron door closing. And although she respected Thomas, he hadnt shown any interest when shed mentioned her desire to start a school for children who couldnt speak. Hed simply smiled, rather patronizingly she thought, and changed the subject.
She gathered the stack of ledgers and deposited them in the third drawer. As she started to lock the desk, she noticed a packet from the lawyer and the pile of bills still sitting out. Although she trusted Edward, it wouldnt do to have the other servants learning the extent of their circumstances and gossiping to others in town. She stuffed the papers into the drawer, yet one envelope refused to fit tidily in. She pulled it out and then recognized Stuarts careful penmanship.
Hed taken his ship south several weeks ago and should be returning any day now. He seldom made long trips anymore, always anxious to return to Rachel and his children. Years ago hed had a falling-out with Grandfather. Other than an occasional business dealing, they no longer communicated. So this wouldnt be a personal letter. As acting owner, she had the right to read it. She drew the silver letter opener across the seal.
Dorian,
I trust this letter finds you and Hannah well.
While finishing business here in Los Angeles, Ive discovered information that may prove useful to you.
Wares from your last shipment have appeared on the open market herewithout evidence of ill use by the sea. My records show that the Margarita stopped in San Diego and disappeared shortly thereafter. I shall see if I can learn anything more before starting home.
Stuart
She stared in shock at the note. This changed things. If the merchandise was turning up in Los Angelesand in salable conditionthat meant the ship hadnt gone down due to rough seas. It meant something entirely different altogether. Could it be the ship was somewhere elsepossibly across the border in Mexican waters?
Visions of the lighthouse where she had once lived filled her mind. Even now she could hear the cry of the gulls as they glided effortlessly on the updraft created by the sandstone cliffs.
Shaking off the memories, she read the letter again. Nervous energy built inside, a fine tension that ricocheted through her. If she could find out what had truly happened, perhaps it would be possible to fix things enough to save the business. That would solve everything! She wouldnt have to marry Thomasat least not on his terms.
This was not something she could hand off to someone else. She needed to keep control. Only then would Grandfather believe she could assume leadership of the business. She must prove herself. She shoved the letter into the drawer and locked the desk.
It was simple. She must go to San Diego. There would be some maneuvering involvedparticularly regarding Grandfather. He couldnt know until she was safely away. Shed have to leave a note for him. The staffNinacould give it to him after she was well on her way. Time enough later to explain things.
She tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and realized her hand was trembling. Excitement coursed through her even as she tried to tamp it down. This was impulsive and perhaps a bit foolhardy, but if she considered every angle and prepared for difficulties, then surely she would get her answers. To sit and wait for Stuart to return or Grandfather to get well wouldnt accomplish anything!
Shed need an escort. Edward could accompany her. Oh, think again, Hannah! Edward will go straight to Grandfather. The butlers loyalty was commendable, but in this situation could only hinder her.
What about Caleb...?
The thought stopped her midflight, and she plopped back onto the chair.
Her gaze darted to the drawer that held the small address book. No. She couldnt. Shed given Grandfather her word.
Besides, with Calebs penchant for adventure he could easily be in Timbuktu by now. Yet the thought refused to leave her. Caleb knew about the currents and tidesthings she didnt. After all this time, would he still be in San Diego? And more than thatwould he even see her after the way shed treated him?
She looked back at the desk drawer. At one time, back when theyd been friends, shed written his name in that book. She fisted her hand. She shouldnt. She really shouldnt. Shed been so good. Tried so hard to please Grandfather. He would never approve of this.
Caleb even knew the shipping lanes and the crosscurrents.
Barely breathing, she reached out and pulled on the drawer. She withdrew the book...flipped through the pages.
Harrison...Heinrich...Houston...
Exhaling, she stared at her own childish penciled handwriting. Grandfather hadnt updated the entry. In fact, hed crossed out the name with bold slashes of indigo ink, nearly obliterating its existence. The action spoke of suppressed anger...possibly fear, but he had nothing to worry about. A promise was a promiseand for a Lansing, it held even more weight.
And because of it, Caleb was no longer a part of her life. She wasnt proud of herself for what shed done that day; in fact for many years shed done her best to put it from her mind. It hurt to remember. But shed kept her promise to Grandfather. That was the important thing. Her friendship with Caleb had been the price. Caleb would never forgive her, which was as it should be. She didnt expect his forgivenessdidnt deserve his forgiveness.
Her throat constricted. She couldnt have it all. A choice had to be made and shed made it. Selfish? Yes. Purely and wholly selfishwanting to speak, wanting Grandfathers approval, wanting...Caleb. She smoothed her fingers over her lips. To this day she remembered how his kiss had felt, how it had made her feel.
Suddenly angry with herself for dredging up a past shed knowingly formed, a past that couldnt be changed, she slammed shut the drawer. It had been a crush. Puppy love, perhaps. And it had died years ago.
She would still keep her promise to Grandfather. If Caleb was in San Diego, shed hire him for his expertiseand that alone. She wasnt going there to see him. That part of her life was over. What mattered was the business. Only the business.
Chapter Two (#ulink_a41202a2-0adb-5782-929d-28a25f0078fd)
Southern California, 1888
Keeping a steady hand on the reins, Caleb maneuvered his gelding past a sprawling pear cactus and then up the muddy slope from the river delta. With every step forward, the gelding slid halfway back through the soft muck. For the past three days, rain had drenched the earth, swelling the creeks and splattering the brown landscape with patches of green. The sparse vegetation needed itfor that matter, the people needed it to survive through the dry months.
He hiked the burlap sack higher on his saddle, tying it securely to the horn. Thoughts of the three coastal quail hed shot made his mouth water. Bit by bit, with each mile that passed, the peaceful feeling hed absorbed while hunting disappeared. Hardly came as a surprise. Solitude fit him. Always had.
He glanced at the horizon. The sun hovered just above the ocean. Wyatt would be looking for him. Putting the mudflats to his back and leaning forward in his saddle, he urged his mount into a rocking gait toward town.
When he entered the saloon on Fourth Street, his boss looked up from analyzing the ledger in front of him. His gaze landed on the heavy burlap sack in Calebs hand and a slow smile grew beneath his dark handlebar mustache.
Caleb tossed the bag to Yin Singh, Wyatts personal cook. Theres three. Ill take the biggest. The cook grinned and bowed, and then disappeared under the stairs and into the kitchen.
A cursory survey of the room found two customers at the bar and another three at the gaming tables. The evening was just getting started, and so far things were quiet. It wasnt until later that the whiskey and tanglefoot loosed inhibitions and tonguesnot to mention fists. Jim Avery, the barkeep, stood behind the counter, and with his meaty hand methodically polished the waxed countertop with a cloth, making it glow a deep honey color while he watched the goings-on. Jim nodded, acknowledging Calebs entrance.
Stop by your land? Wyatt asked from his seat at the faro table.
Im still ponderin about buyin that particular stretch.
Im surprised someone hasnt beat you to it with the length of time its taking you to decide.
Caleb shrugged. The stretch of river valley was choice grazing landhunting, too. He had the moneyhad saved it up over the past five years, but each time he headed for the land office, something made him stop. He wasnt the settling type. And owning land sounded more like an anchor than an investment.
Ya sliced it, mister!
A young manboy more likely, judging by his spare framehollered at two men playing billiards. When they ignored him, he bellied up at the end of the bar, tried to hook his boot heel on the rung of his stool and missed. Another attempt and he sat square, grabbed his Stetson off his head and slammed it on the counter. His unruly red hair, matted with sweat and grime from the confining band of his hat, sprang up in shock at the sudden freedom. He beat his fist on the bar, motioning to Jim for a beer.
Havent seen him here before, Caleb mentioned to Wyatt. The kid couldnt be a day older than seventeen.
First time would be my guess. I believe that young man is on his way to a whale of a headache come morning.
Ones all it takes with someone his size, Caleb said, pushing away from the bar and sauntering toward their object of discussion. The boy stopped guzzling and faced him with the reckless bravado and glassy gaze liquor could bestow.
Had enough? Caleb said.
None of your business how much I drink. My moneys as good as the next mans. The boy took a defiant swig of beer and turned back to the bar.
I can see that. Hard earned, too, Ill bet. The kid was nothing but stringy, corded muscle held together with sweat. Which ranch you ride for?
He didnt answer. Probably didnt even hear Caleb, the way he was caught up in his attitudenursing some wrong with a heavy dose of anger. Suddenly he blurted, Took six months! Six months of slavin for her daddy only to find out she planned to go back East to finishing school and catch herself a dandy.
Acid roiled in Calebs gut. He wasnt going down this trail. Whats your name?
Whats it to you? A belch rumbled out, and with it some of the boys bravado evaporated. I might as well be a flea on a rock. Whyd she even treat me nice in the first place? Got me thinkin bout her all the time, thinkin about us. It was all a lie. Big sinkhole of a lie.
Best chalk it up to a lesson learned the hard way.
Sure bet! Ill be a whole lot smarter from now on. Wont no pretty skirt fool me again. Ill take me another beer, barkeep!
Jims gaze slid to Caleb. Older and wiser, Caleb murmured with a nearly imperceptible shake of his head. Startin now.
Fraid youve had enough to drink, Rusty. Time to head home while you can still sit your horse.
You cant tell me what to do.
Caleb wasnt fooled by the belligerent tone. The kid was heartsick and slidin toward misery. Caleb preferred anger. Matter of fact, I can.
Just try it, muister.
On the last word, Caleb grabbed the boys upper arm so tight he figured hed kill off some fingerswhose he wasnt surebut he wasnt going to let the boy stay and drink himself to the floor. Better for him to throw a punch or two and get some of his feelins out.
Rusty flung a weak hook with his free arm. His fist stopped just short of Calebs jaw, caught in another firm grip. Leave it! Caleb ordered, and twisted the boys arms behind him while at the same time forcing him toward the door.
They stepped outside, and Caleb could have sent him sprawling into the street easily enough. Would have without a second thought if the boy had been a mana man should know betterbut the kid had had enough damage to his dignity in one day.
Go home. Count yourself lucky you found out early on she was a gold digger. He let go of the boys arm.
But she werent. It was her daddy.
One and the same.
Rusty met Calebs gaze. The young whelp still wanted to challenge him! Unbelievable. And stupid. Caleb raised one brow. When the boy swung, Caleb blocked with his forearm and jabbed his other fist into the kids gut, striking quick, like a snake. The blow knocked the boy down two steps, where he lost his balance and sprawled face-first in the dirt.
Caleb followed and stood over him. When he didnt try to stand, Caleb reached down and yanked him to his feet. Im doing you a favor, kid. Take it. Make a move other than heading out of town and youll be sorry. He picked up the boys hat, slapped it against his thigh once to knock off the dust and handed it over.
The boy curled the brim before stuffing it on his head and meeting Calebs gaze. Names Josh. Not Rusty.
It took a slice of humble pie for a boy this age to admit defeat...and a scrap of respect for authority. Caleb took the offered olive branch. Caleb Houston. See you around, Josh.
The boy nodded, found the reins to his horse and climbed on. Caleb figured hed get about halfway to his ranch before spewing out the liquor that sloshed around in his belly.
Well, Wyatt said, standing up when Caleb reentered the saloon. You handled that with more perception than usual.
Caleb ignored him.
Wyatt slipped on his wool coat and bowler hat. Didnt look much like the lawman who had cleaned out Tombstone, but anyone who crossed him knew those looks were deceiving. Keep things quiet tonight. I need to check on my other properties.
Caleb raised his chin in acknowledgment. Earp ran into more trouble at his other gambling halls. Caleb should knowhed worked at both, the worst on the edge of the Stingaree district. A rougher brand of men with fewer rules and even less restraint frequented that establishment. After surviving a year, Wyatt had offered him the job here. Caleb looked over the waxed and polished wood of the bar and tables. Here in the center of the business district the glassware was finer, the clientele classier and even the brawls more refinedif that was possible. Oh, they happenedthe arguments, the fightsbut they started out subtle, creeping up on a body with only a look or a word before suddenly turning deadly.
Once Wyatt left, Caleb slid onto the closest bar stool. Make it black, strong and hot, he called loud enough for Yin Singh to hear in the kitchen. Lowering his voice, he turned to Jim. Newspaper come yet?
Jim reached under the counter, pulled out the most recent weekly and dropped it beside the steaming mug of coffee Yin delivered.
Caleb grunted his thanks and started to skim the front page.
I signed for this, too. Hope it aint bad news. Jim slipped a telegram on the bar.
Caleb stared at the paper. The only person whod send him a telegram was his sister. His gut took a dive. He grabbed up the official-looking transcript. If anything had happened...
Hannah arriving in two days. Please look out for herfor mefor Stuart. Love, Rachel.
Hannah? His thoughts raced back to the last time hed seen hera time hed buried deep and refused to think about.
You look like you got the wind knocked out of your sails, Jim said. Someone die?
More like resurrected, Caleb mumbled. It had been years since hed seen Hannah Lansing. Five years and five hundred miles. Hed figured San Francisco was far enough away that hed never again see her in this lifetime. That had been his plan. What was she doing coming here?
Ghost from the past? Jim eyed the telegram with growing interest.
Caleb crushed the paper in his fist, left his coffee untouched and slid off the stool. Doesnt matter. I dont aim to find out.
Chapter Three (#ulink_d7d16a02-1bd5-56a7-8151-7ec2b895f0ec)
Hannah stood just inside the lobby of the Horton Grand Hotel and breathed a sigh of relief. Her heartbeat slowed to a steadier rhythm as she noted the large display of flowers on the central table. The Horton Grand Hotel appeared to be the essence of respectabilityan oasis in a town of gambling halls and smaller businesses. The walk from the train station had caused her no small amount of anxiety. She wasnt used to being so totally on her own, especially in a strange town. Halfway here, shed seen three men on horseback racing through the main street of town, whooping and yelling and kicking up a minor dust storm. Shed known when starting her journey that this was no San Francisco, but it was a wilder town than shed expected.
Not for the first time did she consider that her flight here may have been a bit impetuous. She hadnt thought the trip completely through, and now those things shed taken for granted in San Franciscothings like getting from Nob Hill to the docks, a trip usually made in a carriage with a servant accompanying herseemed difficult and worry laden.
She had picked the Horton specifically for its location. The Florentine would have been a safer choice for a single woman, but Rachel had said Caleb worked at the saloon across the street. That would make him more accessible should she need him. She strode through the lobby past a middle-aged couple sitting in overstuffed leather chairs and placed her reticule on the ornate oak-and-brass front desk.
A short, round, gray-haired man looked up from studying the ledger. May I help you?
Id like a room.
He surveyed the lobby behind her. Youre alone? Im afraid the Horton does not
Im Miss Hannah Lansing, she said quickly before he could deny her accommodation. And here on official business for my company.
The clerk straightened, a small Napoleon at attention. Of Lansing Enterprises?
She nodded. Ill be attending the grand opening of the Hotel Del Coronado.
He looked confused. But you are staying here? Rather than there?
It did sound suspicious. Those whod helped finance the hotel had seaside rooms for the celebration. Grandfather hadnt wanted to invest. It wasnt any of this clerks business, but she felt she had to give him a plausible explanation. I will be meeting with a few friends and business associates while here. It seemed simpler to stay in town rather than out on the peninsula.
Then, on behalf of the Horton, I am delighted you chose our hotel for your respite. His hand hovered over the ledger before printing her name.
She relaxed somewhat. The first hurdle was behind her. Shed made it safely this far.
He swiveled the ledger so that she could sign her name, and then snapped his fingers. A tall, thin man appeared from the back room. Jackson can show you to your room.
Thank you. My trunk is at the train station.
Well see to it, miss.
She followed the porter up the staircase. On the second floor, Jackson opened the first door in the hallway. A bouquet of flowers adorned the table in the center of the room, filling the space with the scent of orchids. Along the wall, an oak buffet table held matching brass candlesticks on a delicate lace table runner. Walking to the adjoining room, she found a four-poster bed and canopy. An ornate, full-size pedestal mirror occupied one corner near the foot of the bed, and a stand with a gold-rimmed china bowl and pitcher stood in the opposite corner.
Jackson lit the gas wall sconces in both rooms before closing the drapes at the two tall windows. Ill be about retrieving your trunk now. Dinner is at six.
She was hungry, but she was tired, and the thought of eating by herself in the dining room with others speculating about her aloneness was more than she wanted to endure tonight. Thank you, but might I have my meal brought up?
Jackson nodded and turned toward the hallway. She closed the door behind him, released a pent-up breath, whipped off her hat and tossed it onto the settee, saying a prayer of thanks that shed not been denied a room. That would have been a setback she hadnt considered. Thank goodness the Lansing name was known here.
She pushed a loose strand of hair back into place, securing it under her twisted bun, and then walked to the window and peeked through the drapes to look out over the town. With the descending twilight, colors were fading to shades of gray. Three tall brick buildings towered over the otherstheir signs indicating a bank, Marstens store and a gambling hall. The first two appeared closed for the day, but directly across from her hotel room, the saloon was lit up like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Golden light and occasional raucous laughter spilled out on the boardwalk along with a light tune someone played on a piano.
Grasping the pendant of silver and abalone at her neck, Hannah searched through the fancy etched windows of the saloon. Somewhere inside Caleb went about his duties. Rachel had been curious as to why she was asking after him, and Hannah had made up a story about mailing the necklace back to him. Apparently Rachel had believed her ruse for she hadnt alerted Grandfather, and no one had tried to stop her departure.
Would Caleb even want to see her after all this time? She swallowed hard. Most likely he wouldnt. It didnt matter. It couldnt. Shed made a promise to Grandfather. Although she might be skirting it a bit in contacting Caleb, she had to have an escort, and once she learned more of what had happened to the ships, Grandfather would understandand hopefully forgive her. After all, hed always put the business first in his life. Surely if she did the same, he could only be proud. She intended to keep her promisea Lansing always kept a promise.
The memory of Grandmother Roses thin, reedy voice trilling in her ear came to her. It is paramount that in all things your conduct be above reproach. You are a Lansing. Your reputation must be above speculation or gossip of any kind. Believe me, any correction or chastisement that I give will be minimal compared to what society will bestow. At the time, Hannah had chafed against the rules of etiquette. Theyd felt like a binding, an iron corset. But now, hearing the raucous music from across the street, they felt safe and securesomething that framed her existence.
She dropped the drapes into place and turned toward the small writing desk against the wall. First thing to do would be to send a missive to the port authority agent requesting an audience as soon as possible. Then a second note to the manager of the Hotel Del Coronado informing him shed be present at the grand opening and would like a word with him. When Jackson brought her supper, she would give them to him for delivery by courier in the morning.
After eating a succulent supper of lamb, she sat down again at the secretary. It was time she wrote a short letter to Grandfather. If she posted it tomorrow, it would take a week to arrive at the house in San Francisco. By that time, perhaps she would be heading home. Hed be angry when he learned of her questangry when he found out shed left San Franciscobut if the end result were the answers concerning the ships disappearances...
Putting the finished note aside, she stared at the new blank page in front of her. Time for one more noteand the most difficult. She swallowed hard and then picked up the fountain pen once more.
Mr. Houston. Im in town for a short visit. Please feel free to call this afternoon. Horton Hotel.
Hannah Lansing
Caleb fingered the impression in the wax seala curled, elaborate HKL. Leave it to a Lansing to use fancy paper. He read the note again. The Horton. Not the best, most expensive place in town but pretty near to it. And way too close for comfort. He glanced through the open doors of the saloon and across the wide, dusty street to the Hortons entrance. Acid churned in his gut. Miss High and Mighty. What was she up to? They werent exactly on speaking terms any longer.
You say this arrived at noon?
Seems I mentioned that. Jim narrowed his gaze at Calebs tone. It aint my job to come lookin for you. Youre good at makin yourself scarce. One minute youre hunting quail up to Tecolote Canyon and the next thing I know youre hauling in a string of fish.
Caleb ignored him. Right now, fishing off the point sounded like a fine place to be until Miss Lansing left town. Maybe hed camp there.
Aint you goin to go see her?
In answer, Caleb walked around the counter and deliberately poured himself a shot of whiskey.
Youre not foolin me.
Caleb scowled. Leave it, Jim. Itll take a lot more than her crooking her finger for me to drop everything and look her up.
Jim shook his head as if Caleb were dense. Ill say it plain, then. Youre not one to drink this time of day, and suddenly a note from this woman has got you doing it.
Caleb looked at the amber liquid, swirled it around in the glass before shoving it toward Jim. Save it, then. Whatever Hannah wantedif anythingshe would have to ask a whole lot nicer for him to mosey over to her hotel. Pushing thoughts of her from his mind, he walked over to the Bradison brothers weekly poker game.
Chapter Four (#ulink_f45090d1-8147-5d6a-86db-5b259e6dbda0)
Caleb stared at the fancy stationery as if it was a stray cat with a piece of dynamite strapped to its back. The envelope, all gussied up with a black satin ribbon, had arrived from the Horton just after supper. Hed been eyeing it for the better part of two hours. He should set fire to the thing, but another part of him wanted to march across the street and tear up the note in front of Her Highness, dropping the pieces at her royal feet. It wouldnt appease what happened between them, or Dorians slight of Rachel and Stuart, but it would sure make him feel a sight better.
Instead of taking either trail, he slid his pocketknife along the paper, breaking the ties, and opened the envelope.
Mr. Caleb Houston,
I find I am in need of your assistance. Please meet me at the Horton Hotel at your earliest convenience. The sooner the better.
Your friend,
Hannah Lansing
Well. That was a sight more cordial than the previous note. So she needed his helpnot that he planned to give it.
His sisters request nagged him. He didnt want to look out for Hannah. He didnt want to get that close. It would muddy things, and right now he was doing just fine with the line hed drawn between them. But Rachel asked so little of him now that he was grown.
Maybe a quick check wouldnt hurtjust to appease his conscience. Hed only make sure she was safe and sound, send the information to Rachel and then go about his business.
He had to admit, he was kind of curious as to what Hannah looked like now. How had the years changed her since she was sixteen? Shed been pretty back thenjust starting to fill out. He couldnt imagine her any more so. Too bad her beauty was only skin deep.
He slipped off the bar stool.
Where you agoin? Jim asked, straightening.
Got a score to settle, and for the first time Im holdin a full house. He stuffed his arms into his leather jacket and straightened his collar. Wont take long. Ill be back for some of Yins stew before Clyde plays another round on the piano.
He strode to the road, his gaze locked on the front door of the Horton. Two doors down a dog snarled from the shadows and then barked incessantly at a passing rider. Caleb shut out the sound, intent on getting his first look at the woman who had been the hull stuck between his molars for the past five years.
He entered the hotel, absently noting the rich interior, and then without a pause in his steps, zeroed in on the front desk.
The man behind the counter took one look at Caleb as he approached and raised his nose in the airan interesting position since the clerk was the shorter of the two.
Im lookin for HanMiss Hannah Lansing, Caleb said. Guess they werent on a first-name basis anymore. Not after the way things had set between them. The clerk muttered something about waiting while he notified her.
Caleb sauntered over to the fireplace. A woman like her would take her time coming to see him, no matter that the meeting had been at her request. Shed make some kind of a grand entrance.
The heat from the cracklin logs took the chill from the damp night air. He rubbed his hands together, blew on them a time or two and then turned around to give the same consideration to his backside. A flash of light glanced off his eyelight reflected off a womans dangling gold earrings.
She spoke with the desk clerk. There hadnt been enough time to fetch Hannah, so it couldnt be her. This woman wore a quality deep red traveling suit that hugged her waist. A fancy matching hat, swathed with black netting and three large black feathers, hid her features, although anyone with eyes could tell shed be a looker just by the confident way she held herself. She tapped the toe of her polished boot, obviously not pleased with what she was hearing. Rich people always thought the world spun around them.
She turned from the counter, twisting her handkerchief in front of her waist. He stopped short in the middle of blowing on his cold hands. Memories flooded him of a little girl crying over her puppy, practically strangling her pinafore. It couldnt be...
The woman looked straight into his eyes. Beneath the black netting, her dove-gray eyes widened against pale, creamy skin. Her jaw slowly opened before she seemed to remember herself and closed her mouth. She tucked a wayward strand of blond hair over her ear and then checked the fancy twist at her neck, a move that unconsciously showed off her figure in that formfitting jacket and full skirt.
Caleb might as well have been sucker punched, the way his gut twisted into a knot. It wasnt enough that she was rich and confidentshe also had the looks to match. Like fine wine in elegant crystal, she outsparkled the chandelier. His mouth went dry. He counted it significant that he remembered to remove his hat.
It didnt change one thing, though. He still planned to speak his piece.
And in that moment her face became a mask of perfect, controlled alabaster. Slowly, she walked across the room and stopped before him. Mr. Houston. How good of you to come. I...I feared you might not have received my message.
He frozeand couldnt draw another breath. Hannah Lansing...speaking?
Hed never believed it was possible after so many years of silence. And yet here he was, hearing her voice with his own ears! The rich, cultured cadence held him mesmerized. Hed never given it much thoughther speaking like everyone else. Didnt actually believe it would ever happen. Shed been young and not much more than a baby when shed lost the ability to speak. How had she gotten it back? And when?
It took him a moment to come back to his senses and realize that although her words were polite enough, her tone was formaldistancinglike being doused with a bucketful of cold water. He sobered instantly. She might be talking, but she hadnt thought enough of him to inform him. That only pounded the nail of truth deeper about their lack of any real friendship.
Now, what had she said? Something about her note?
It came, he said. They both did. Just took a while to decide if Id answer.
That seemed to shake her up. She looked down, away from his face, and swallowed hard. I see. Then, I thank you for deciding to come.
Didnt figure we had much to say to each other after so long.
She blinked. I suppose I deserve that. Touch, Mr. Houston.
He was baiting her, punishing her for the way shed left things between them. Hed thought he was over it, that hed buried the bitterness a long time ago, but seeing her nowwell, guess it wasnt buried deep enough after all.
She looked him over, starting at his boots. He could sense her cataloging everything as her gaze touched on him. Bootsleather, dusty. Denim jeansworn, serviceable. His hat in his handsa tan, weather-beaten Stetson. Cotton shirt. Leather vest. Neckerchief tucked at his collar. She stopped when she reached his face. He didnt look his best, but he wasnt plannin on changing up just because shed ridden into town.
Your sister will be gratified to know you are looking well.
I get by all right.
She twisted the handkerchief again, obviously uncomfortable with the awkward gaps in their conversation. Guess his attitude didnt exactly inspire small talk. He had one foot trampling on everything she was sayin and one foot already headin for the door. It wasnt like him to be so cantankerous, but she just seemed to bring out the worst in him.
So youve taken your grandfathers name, he said, trying halfheartedly to remedy his mood. Where is Dorian?
He didnt accompany me.
That brought him up short. Youre traveling alone?
Of course not. My valet and maid have accompanied me. However, there have been some complications. It has put my business here behind schedule.
So he hadnt been a thought in her head until shed run into trouble with her schedule. Guess that told him where he stood. He chewed on that notion and grew angrier with the chewing.
Believe me, she continued, this is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you.
Somehow I doubt that.
Her mouth pressed together in a perfect seam.
I take it you are representing Lansing Enterprises now. Congratulations. Although I gotta admit Im surprised Dorian eased up on the reins enough to give you a position.
Yes...well...he did.
He had to know but hated to ask the question, hated to let her know that hed wondered about her at all. So when did you get your voice back?
Its been a while.
When?
Four years ago.
Soshed had plenty of time to send him a letter and hadnt. Well, what did he expect? Shed made it clear enough they werent friends any longer.
Id like you here tomorrow at nine to accompany me.
He raised his brows. He didnt care to be ordered about. Now, hold on, HannahMiss Lansing. The formal name didnt roll off his tongue any easier this time, but hed remember to use it if it killed him. No way would he forget the way shed treated him. Calling her by her proper name would just cement the fact. I havent said Id do anything.
But youre here. I thought that meant...
Go on. Spit it out. Whats this all about?
The desk man approached. Is everything all right, miss?
She nodded. Im fine, Mr. Bennett. She waited for the man to leave and then pressed her hand against her temple. On closer examination, purple smudges tinted the skin beneath her eyes. He hadnt noticed those right off.
Can you stay for supper? Her eyessurrounded with those long lasheslooked up at him all expectant and hopeful. Five years ago that look had gotten him into hot water and changed the course of his life. He didnt relish a repeat performance.
Caleb? she asked again.
Ive got a job to get back to. Ive been gone too long as it is.
I hoped at the least we could have a cup of tea. And...and talk.
Tea? Thats what this is about?
No. Of course not.
She said it too quickly, worryin that handkerchief again. At this point, he was surprised it hadnt been torn to shreds. Im not believing any of this. One minute you say you didnt plan to see me at all, and then the next you want to have tea. Youre not making any sense. Level with me, woman. What exactly is going on?
Her eyes widened at his sharp tone, and her chin raised a notch. All right, then. Ill be blunt, as that is what you prefer. The Hotel Del Coronado opening ceremony is tomorrow. I am in need of an escort.
She had to have a fever. Me? If you remember at all, Im not much for crowds. It sounds like a pretty fancy shindig for the likes of me. Shouldnt you be attending with the mayor or one of his lackeys? Someone closer to...
Her brow furrowed delicately. To what, Mr. Houston?
Look He turned to block their conversation further from the interested desk man. Pardon me for being confused, but the last time I saw you, you and Dorian made things very clear. I dont owe you a thing.
Frustration flashed through her eyes. You are not being fair. I had no She took a deep breath. You dont understand anything.
Then, explain it to me.
The way her brow wrinkled up, she looked as if she was in pain. It surprised him. Lansings were tough as old cowhide, in his estimation. But then, she could be quite the actress. He had believed what hed felt in that kiss so many years ago. He wasnt plannin on playing the fool a second time.
Ill pay.
Now, that sounds like something your grandfather would do. Why me? Why dont you save some money and have your valet go with you? Hes already in your service. He shoved on his Stetson. Hed heard enough. Too bad the only remembrance hed have of her voice was this conversation. It left the taste of sour pickle juice in his mouth.
Double.
He paused.
Ill pay you double what you make at the saloon.
A hint of desperation had crept into her voice. The money would come in handy, but it was something else that tugged at him, a feeling that there was more going on that she wasnt saying.
Mr. Houston...I really want you to be the one escorting me.
Maybe he could make himself stand being near her in short dosesfor the moneyand because it would salve his conscience concerning his sister. How long?
Two days. All I need is two days of your time.
His gut told him to stampede for the door. He should listen to it.
Please? I really need your help.
There it wasshed finally come around to asking him. Now was his chance to squash her the way shed squashed him. So why wasnt he throwing it back at her like hed planned? What time did you say this ribbon-cutting happens?
Something glimmered, lighting her eyes. Hope? The ceremony starts at eleven.
Guess I could see my way to doing it for the money. Long as we are clear on that. At least that was what he was telling himself. Ill be by at ten.
That will make us late.
Half past nine, then.
She stretched out her hand. Agreed.
He hesitated. It was how business deals were made, although usually it was man-to-man. Touching her seemed a might more personal than he wanted at the moment. He kept his hand stuffed in his pocket. Agreed. Two days.
Slowly she pulled her hand back. Yes. Thank you, Mr. Houston. She turned toward the stairs.
He could handle this. Two days would pass quick enough. Long as he kept the upper hand, it would be easy money. He could tell her off later. Feelin a bit ornery, he decided to let her know who was in charge. Miss Lansing? Her proper name rolled off his tongue easy enough.
She stopped. Yes?
Im not much for waiting.
A slight hesitation was the only indication hed unnerved her before she replied, Neither am I, Mr. Houston. Ill see you in the morning.
She spun her trim backside on him and walked to the stairs. He watched the swaying movement of her burgundy skirt as she mounted each stair until she stepped out of sight on the landing. A queer feeling rolled in his gut that had nothing to do with the absence of food there.
Turning toward the door, his gaze collided with the desk mans. The man watched until Caleb stepped through the ornate entryway to the street and let out a longlongbreath.
Heaven help him. Hannah was all grown up.
Chapter Five (#ulink_6861669c-e15c-5273-af5b-3a6de0de9c2a)
Hannah woke early the next day, her thoughts on last evenings encounter. Dressed and ready, she waited at the sitting room window, watching for Caleb to emerge from the saloon.
He hated her. She felt it to her bones. What shed done years ago had ruined any hope of friendship between them.
She raised her chin. It didnt matter. This wasnt a social visit. Paying him would keep things businesslike and proper between them. He was the right man for the job. Although it hurt deep inside that he wouldnt do it out of the goodness of his heart. He would havebefore. But obviously, things had changed. He had changed.
She thought back to the first look shed had of him in the lobby. He was as tall as a ships mast, and, though lean, he looked solid, as though nothing could move him from the path he set. The days growth of whiskers and the simple clothes he wore had only enhanced his ruggedness. And the gun beltlow on his hips... He carried a gun now. Years ago hed only carried a knife.
How much more had he changed on the inside? Was it a fantasy of her own mind that she even knew him at all?
If only things were different. If only she hadnt been forced to make a choice. The ache in her breast deepened, and she tugged on the pendant. But no. She hadnt really been forced. Shed done what she had to do. The stark reality was that, at sixteen, shed wanted to speak more than shed wanted anything else, even Calebs friendship, and so shed made that vow to Grandfathera vow that existed to this day.
Absently she twirled the long gold fringe on the heavy draperies. Caleb had been lanky then. That wasnt the case any longer. Last night shed noticed his stance that guarded their privacy. How his wide shoulders had easily blocked out the curious stares of Mr. Bennett and Jackson. Hed fairly cocooned her in a corner of the lobby. The thick red hair of his childhood had darkened to the color of a rich brown cherrywood color, and his facealways a bit angularwas now square-jawed and firm. A mans face. She swallowed. The boy shed caught sand crabs with on the beach was gone, and in his place stood a compelling stranger. A compellingbroodingstranger.
A polite knock sounded on her door. She opened it to Jackson.
Mr. Houston is in the lobby.
Hannah nodded her acknowledgment and shut the door. She walked to the bedroom and stood before the full-length mirror to smooth her skirt. For the third time that morning, she puffed the sleeves on her blouse and repositioned her blue velvet hat just above her chignon. What Mr. Houston thinks is not my concern, she told her image. Its the manager at the Hotel Del that I need to impress. She took a deep breath, grabbed her parasol and started for the door.
In the lobby, the sight of Caleb waiting for her, holding what looked to be a new black Stetson, had her gripping the handle of her parasol a bit more tightly than necessary. Hed been busy. Hed shaved, which brought the strong line of his jaw into view. His hair hung wet and slightly wavy where it brushed his white shirt collar. Instead of the bandanna hed had on yesterday, a dark gray bow tie circled his neck. He wore a dark gray vest and black pants. And his boots... Hed polished them recentlythis morning? Caught off guard by the sudden butterflies inside, she pressed her hand snug against her tummy.
He walked to the base of the stairs, looking her over in much the same way shed just appraised him. Mornin. He took her cloak from her arms and draped it over her shoulders.
Edward had done the same for her numerous times over the years. So why did Calebs closeness and his clean, soapy scent stir those butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy? He picked up a black wool coat lying on the wing-back chair and, with a crooked finger, slung it over his shoulder as he escorted her through the lobby and out the door.
Youre mighty quiet, he said once outside.
I...I expected the same person I met last evening. You...you clean up well.
He huffed. Ill change if thats what you want. You are paying me to accommodate you.
No. Of course not. Im...more than pleased. She opened her parasol and propped it on her shoulder. For all his surliness, he sure watched her closely.
Dont see those much around these parts.
I burn easily. And she needed something to keep her hands busy. With so many years of signing her thoughts, her hands retained the connection of the words and motionsa weakness should she suddenly forget herself and start signing in the midst of her confrontation with Mr. Barstow today.
Hmm. Well. Lets get a move on.
He accepted her answer easily enough. She had the urge to explain further, but already hed started down the boardwalk. She picked up her pace to catch up to him.
Well walk to the docks, he said. Its not too far. Word is there are carriages arranged on the other side to take us from the ferry to the hotel.
She stopped suddenly. We arent taking the Coronado line?
No.
Why not?
Theyre still laying track. Wont be done for another two months or so. When she didnt move, he arched one dark brow. Something wrong with the ferry?
She swallowed. I...I just thought... The hotel is on a peninsula, isnt it? I thought we would take the train or...perhaps a buggy?
Wed never make it in time for the ceremony.
Stillthere must be another route...a shortcut perhaps?
He smirked. Other than a hot air balloon ride over the harbor, this is your only option.
His sarcasm irked her. You neednt be condescending. Im well aware the sea breeze would send a balloon toward the foothillsnot toward the peninsula.
Im not tryin to be He stopped talking. The puzzlement on his face dissolved into speculation. Wait a minute. Are you saying youre afraid of the water? Miss Lansing, heir to one of the largest shipping enterprises on the West Coastis afraid to get on a boat?
Her cheeks warmed. Of course not. That would be silly.
Then, what is the problem?
I just prefer land travel to water. Always have.
His expression sobered. Its a short ride on the ferry. You can see the other landing from here. No waves, no swells. Im not taking a buggy twenty miles out of my way just so you can keep your boots dry. We either take the ferry or we dont go.
Hannah rubbed her forehead. This was unexpected. She had to talk to the two owners of the Hotel Del Coronado, or at least the manager. Theyd all be at the ceremony today. There must be another solution, she said, although her voice carried none of its previous strength. I...I really must attend.
His green eyes hardened. Its the ferry or nothing.
She gazed longingly at a carriage passing by. It had been years since shed last boarded a boat. Perhaps it wouldnt be so bad now. Perhaps, if she forced herself, she could overcome her discomfort. Very well. It seems I have no choice. The boat it is.
They turned the corner and passed a grocery with boards on the windows and then, farther down the street, a sad-looking milliners storefront with nothing but empty hat stands in the windows.
Her steps slowed. I was informed business was doing well here.
He glanced sideways at her. A month or so ago land prices started coming down. Your stake in the Hotel Del might not have been timed the best. People round here are selling out and leaving.
She nearly told him the truth thenthat there was no money invested, although it had been her wish to advance a small sum. Grandfather had refused. In the end, she held to her own counsel and let Caleb assume what he would. Better too little information than too much.
They walked a while before he spoke again. So are you going to tell me anytime soon how you got your voice back?
It was inevitable hed ask. She had prepared an answerenough to satisfy his curiosity and no more. It was the more she wanted to avoid.
You said it had been a while, he prompted.
Nearly four years ago. She could see him calculating back. It was the hypnotist. I saw him for over a year, going back weekly. Grandfather was not happy about thathe thought him a charlatan at first. But the man, Mr. Donniger, was adamant that it would take more than just a few visits, that each session built on the last. And something... I guess a small change, a small insight each time, made me keep going back. Six months into the therapy, I uttered my first word.
Caleb blew out a low whistle. So it worked after all. I was of the same mind as Dorian about the hypnotist.
I remember.
They stepped around the corner of a brick warehouse and the sea air swirled around her skirt. Quickly she clutched her bonnet, tying the ribbons more securely beneath her chin. The strong odor of fish filled her nose. They were close to the wharf. Another block and the sparkling harbor water greeted them, along with one tall sailing ship and a steamer vying for a place at the long dock. Halfway down, passengers crossed over a slanted gangplank to board a ferry. Along with the people, several buggies were lined up to make the trip.
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