Romancing The Runaway Bride. Karen Kirst

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      “It’s the thing I most enjoy doing in life. It’s my version of a challenge. Instead of building a cattle empire, I create desserts.”

      He tapped the window of the bakery. “Your tarts would sell out in minutes here. Does Mr. Lowell offer anything similar?”

      “I haven’t seen anything beyond basic breads, cakes and pies.” The quality of his products was questionable. In her opinion, the only reason he remained in business was because the cowboys who passed through town didn’t have high standards.

      “Your talent is being underutilized at the boardinghouse. Have you considered opening your own bakery?”

      Wistfulness gripped her, only to be replaced by cold reality. Her sojourn in Cowboy Creek was supposed to be temporary. Staying in one place would make it easier for Gerard and Tobias to find her. But she hadn’t yet been able to bring herself to leave.

      She turned to face him. “This town doesn’t need a third bakery.”

      His eyes were molten and unreadable in the shadows, but his unwavering focus still twisted her into knots. No other man had affected her this way. None of her acquaintances in St. Louis, and none of the locals who’d approached her in hopes of courting her. Most assuredly not her older groom.

      She shuddered.

      “Perhaps Mr. Lowell would be interested in retiring.”

      A nervous huff escaped her lips. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about operating a business.”

      “You strike me as an enterprising woman. If you truly wished to, you’d find a way to make it happen.”

      Dumbfounded by this stranger’s evaluation of her, she reached for the comforting reminder of home. He noticed and commented.

      “That’s an interesting piece of jewelry.” His fingers gently nudged hers aside to trace the brooch’s edges. “What is it?”

      Deborah’s heart thudded inside her chest. Adam was standing very close, his head lowered to get a better look. Light from a nearby lamp shone on his dark brown hair and, for a second, she entertained the thought of skimming her hand over the shiny locks.

       As if that wouldn’t be inappropriate.

      “I, ah...” She forced herself to stand stock-still as his knuckles skimmed her collarbone. “It’s a rolling pin. A gift from Lucy.”

      Lucy, the example of propriety, who’d commiserated with Deborah over the years and helped smooth their father’s ire whenever she displeased him.

      He released the brooch and lifted his head. His face was so close she could feel the soft puff of his breath on her skin.

      “Lucy again. Why isn’t she here with you? Did she not share your yearning for adventure?”

      Deborah struggled to order her thoughts. Why must a random cattleman rattle her so? “Adventure?”

      “You’re a single woman who has left family and friends behind to start afresh in a new, unfamiliar place. You may not want to admit it, but you, Deborah Frazier, possess an adventurous streak.”

      She couldn’t help it. She laughed in his face. Thirst for adventure had been the very last thing on her mind that final day in Missouri.

      An argument between two cowboys rose in volume outside the laundry, a few paces farther down the side street. Adam grasped her elbow and guided her farther along the main street.

      “You haven’t run into any trouble alone out here, have you?” he said.

      “Not once. Sometimes they whistle or toss out invitations, but I’ve never felt threatened.”

      “Let’s hope you never do.”

      Touched by his chivalrous attitude, she didn’t at first notice he’d stopped short and was staring at the law office window. Belatedly, she angled back, only to catch sight of a curious expression on his rugged features.

      “Is something the matter?”

      He looked stricken, as if someone had delivered the worst news of his life. His throat worked. “Do you know this man?”

      “Russell Halloway? Sure, I’ve spoken with him on occasion. He’s a good sort, for a lawyer. I’ve heard of his extensive work with war veterans, a commendable service if you ask me.”

      His gaze glued to the gold lettering, he said, “I used to know a man by that name. Is he young? Old?” A vein ticked in his temple. “Can you describe him?”

      “He’s young, in his twenties. Short, dark hair. I’m not sure what color his eyes are, though. He’s distinguished looking, like you.” His gaze jerked to her. There was no amusement this time. He didn’t seem to recognize her or their surroundings. It was as if he were lost in another time and place.

      Deborah dared to lay her hand on his arm. His forearm jerked. “Are you all right, Adam? Did the man you once knew hurt you in some way?”

      “What? No.” He blinked and shook his head. His eyes cleared. “I must’ve been mistaken. Gotten the name mixed up.” Gesturing in the direction of the boardinghouse, he said, “I’m afraid my travels have caught up to me. How about we continue this tour tomorrow?”

      He did look rather fatigued. “Of course.”

      They returned to Aunt Mae’s in relative silence. In the yard beneath the overarching branches of the live oak, he stopped her. “Thank you for spending the evening with me, Deborah.” He took her hand in his and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. His lips were soft and warm, his breath a heated caress over her skin. Her knees threatened to buckle. “Considering you’re a recent newcomer, I trust you to give me an honest view of the town.”

      “I’ll do my best to help.”

      His answering smile was fleeting. After bidding her good-night, he disappeared into the boardinghouse. She climbed the steps in a daze and sank onto the porch swing. Cowboy Creek had just acquired another mystery, it seemed, in the form of one Adam Draper, Missouri cattleman.

       Chapter Three

      The sights and sounds of a busy morning in Cowboy Creek failed to register. Lost in bittersweet memories, Adam traced the gold letters. Russell Halloway. It had to be his brother. Becoming a lawyer was all Russ had talked about those last years before Adam left. But what would he be doing in Kansas? In the last letter he’d exchanged with his mother—granted, that had been at least a year ago—Evelyn hadn’t said anything about it. Adam had assumed she and Seth remained in Missouri and Russ in Philadelphia.

      People don’t stop living because you’re not around. He recalled the words of a fellow agent, bemoaning the ending of a courtship. They grow and change without you.

      There were probably many things he’d missed out on because of his chosen profession. While he gained satisfaction from obtaining justice for innocent victims, he did wonder sometimes how long he could maintain СКАЧАТЬ