“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, and ran a hand over his face. Couldn’t he do or say anything right? Provoking her anger wasn’t the best way to convince her that she needed to come with him to see Two Bears.
Joseph turned and headed back down the stairs. Eventually she would have to come and talk to Yancey. For now, it was probably best to let the news she’d learned sink in. Maybe by the time she was willing to talk, his own head would be on straight again, and he could think more clearly and rationally. His mind hadn’t been right since the moment he first laid eyes on her.
****
Sophia pressed her back against the door to her room. She held her hand over her chest, and tried to calm her frantic heartbeat. Catching her breath proved to be impossible. She stared, not focusing on anything in particular. Her vision blurred, and she allowed the tears to fall freely down her face.
“No,” she mumbled over and over, moving her head from side to side. It couldn’t be true. She wasn’t Byron Yancey’s real daughter. Why had he lied to her? The scene she’d just lived through replayed over and over in her mind. Her father . . . the man she’d always thought was her father, the one person who had loved her all her life and not judged her by the color of her skin, had deceived her.
Sophia swallowed back the lump in her throat. She walked toward her bed on unsteady legs, and sank down onto the mattress. Holding her head between her hands, she cried until there were no more tears left. Sniffling and wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, she sat up straight. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her room in a bright glow. She had no idea how much time had passed. She had to talk to her father, and find out exactly why he had lied. He’d mentioned something about protecting her. Did it really matter?
Sophia moved her head from side to side. She raised her chin and sat up taller. No, it didn’t matter. Her name was Sophia Yancey, and no one could tell her otherwise. No one would have to know any different.
Aren’t you curious about your real parents?
Recalling Joseph Walker’s deep voice so close to her ear sent a chill down her spine. Her arm tingled where his hand had held her, and her heart rate increased again.
The memory of his strong arms, and the feel of being held against his solid chest when he carried her sent an inexplicable wave of warmth through her. Her entire body flushed with heat, and her corset seemed to tighten around her ribcage. Sophia rubbed at her arm where he last touched her, hoping to make the tingling go away. Andrew would never act so bold.
Andrew!
Sophia bolted from her bed. He would be here soon to take her on the outing he’d promised. What would happen if he found out that she wasn’t the daughter of a rich Boston merchant? Would he still want to marry her?
There’s no reason he has to find out. Surely her father wouldn’t tell anyone. He’d been reluctant to tell her. It was all Joseph Walker’s fault. If he hadn’t shown up, her life wouldn’t be in turmoil now. She had to talk to her father and convince him to send that vile man away.
A soft knock on her door startled her, and she spun around.
“Miss Sophia?” Lucy called from the hall.
“Just a moment,” Sophia answered. Her eyes darted around the room. She couldn’t let her maid see that she’d been crying. It would raise too many questions. Pouring water from the pitcher at her dresser into a bowl, she splashed the cool liquid on her face. Glancing up at her reflection in the mirror, the redness and puffiness under her eyes was still there. She pressed more water to her face, then dried with a towel. She hoped it would be enough.
“Miss Sophia? Are you all right?” Lucy called again from the hall.
“You may come in,” Sophia answered, and swept some loose strands of hair away from her face. The maid perused her with a penetrating glare.
“Your dress is all rumpled,” she noticed, her eyes darting to the bed. “I didn’t expect you to take a nap so early in the morning. You should have called me and I would have loosened the laces on your corset.”
“I was just resting for a moment,” Sophia said, turning around. She didn’t need her maid to see her face. “Is there something you needed, Lucy?”
“Mr. Preston is here,” Lucy said. “He is waiting for you in the parlor.”
Sophia swallowed the lump in her throat. “Already?” she stammered.
“I find a little cool cucumber will do wonders for puffy eyes.” Lucy stepped around her. She held Sophia’s chin in her hand, and appraised her face. “Why don’t you lie back on your bed, and I will return in a moment. I’ll make an excuse with the young gentleman that you will be down shortly.”
Fresh tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes. “Thank you, Lucy,” she whispered, and threw her arms around her maid’s neck. Lucy patted her back, then peeled her arms away.
“Your father seems upset, too,” she said sternly. “I don’t know why he allows that . . . that westerner to remain here. I don’t know what his business is with your father, but it can’t be good.” She shook her head and headed for the door. Before she left, she glanced over her shoulder. “Hold a wet cloth to your eyes until I return.”
Sophia reached for her washcloth, then sat on the edge of her bed. Holding the damp cloth over her eyes, she eased back onto the mattress. No, Joseph Walker’s presence here definitely wasn’t good, and the sooner he left, the better.
Chapter Four
Sophia fidgeted with her hands in her lap, and stared straight ahead. A slight breeze caressed her face, and she squinted at the brightness of the mid-day sun. The rhythmic two-beat clopping of the horse’s hooves as Andrew guided the Concord buggy down the country lane was a welcome distraction to her tumultuous morning. The sweet smell of fresh grass and blooming June flowers in the fields they passed added to her contentment.
Andrew had waited patiently in the parlor while Lucy applied cucumber slices to Sophia’s eyes, and by the time she left her room and met her fiancé downstairs, her crying spell was hardly noticeable. A couple of dabs with some facial powder, and Lucy had promised her that no one would notice. She’d been right. Andrew had greeted her with a wide smile, and offered his arm as he led her out the door.
They’d left Boston behind some twenty minutes ago, and other than commenting on the weather or gossip about noteworthy people, not much had been said between them. Sophia ventured a shy glance at Andrew, and caught him watching her. His mustache twitched and his eyes studied her. Sophia swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. Andrew guided the horse off the road and toward a large, shady Elm tree, pulling the animal to a halt.
“This looks like a nice place for a picnic. What do you think?” he asked, and jumped from the seat. Walking around to her side, he held up his arms. Sophia accepted his assistance, and allowed him to lift her from the carriage. He didn’t let go of her waist after her feet touched the ground. Wide-eyed with sudden apprehension, she stared up into his face.
“I never realized how pretty you really are, Sophia,” he said, his eyes roaming her face. His hands at her waist inched upward, and he leaned forward.
Sophia held her breath. She wished she could back up a step, but she was pressed up against the buggy already.
“If you’ll get the basket, we can set up the picnic under the tree over there,” she suggested, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Her mouth had gone completely dry. Instead of letting go, he pulled her closer. His head lowered to hers, and a quiet shudder of dread passed through her. Andrew was going to kiss her.
Sophia’s hands braced against his chest. She turned her head to the side and tried to lean back. His lips grazed her cheek. “Andrew, I don’t think we should—”
His grip at her waist tightened. “Come on, Sophia. We’re getting married. What’s wrong with a little kissing?”
Andrew’s hand reached up and held her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. He brought his mouth down on hers, holding her head in a firm grip. Panic raced through her. She pushed harder with her hands, but
the more she struggled, the tighter his hold became. He grabbed her hair, pulling back until she had no choice but to tilt her head. Pressing her back painfully against the buggy, Andrew continued his assault on her mouth.
Sophia struggled for a breath. What was wrong with her? Why wasn’t she enjoying this? She’d always heard how pleasurable it was to be kissed by a man. If she stopped her squirming, perhaps he’d release his tight hold on her and it would become easier.
Andrew forced his tongue between her lips, and at the same time he groped the front of her dress, squeezing her breast.
Her muffled cries drowned in her throat. Something jabbed painfully at her lower back. No matter how hard she tried to push against him, Andrew refused to let go or back away. He fumbled with the buttons at the front of her dress, and continued to grope her breast.
He finally broke the kiss, only to run his mouth along her cheek and down her neck.
Sophia sucked in her first full breath of air since his assault began. “Andrew, please stop,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me.”
“I know it’s what you want,” he panted against her ear. “Stop fighting and just enjoy it.”
“Andrew,” she pleaded again, panic rising in her voice. Her heart raced with renewed fear. This was anything but enjoyable.
Without warning, Andrew released her. Someone ripped him away from her. With his body gone for support, she sank to the ground, grasping at her open dress. She blinked away the tears that welled up in her eyes, and scrambled to her feet. A loud smacking sound followed by a thud reached her ears.
Sophia’s head shot up to see Andrew sprawled out in the grass. Looming over him was a man dressed in worn buckskin breeches and blue cotton shirt. Her heart skipped a beat. What was Joseph Walker doing here? Had he followed her?
Joseph bent forward, and grabbed Andrew by the shirt. With little effort, he hauled Andrew to his feet. A split second later, his fist connected with Andrew’s jaw, sending him to the ground again. Blood spewed from her fiancé’s nose, and he scrambled to back away from Joseph, who advanced on him again.
“Stop it!” Sophia called frantically. She rushed away from the side of the buggy. “You’re killing him.” There was so much blood!
Joseph’s head turned toward her, his long hair whipping around his neck. The fierce, murderous look on his face stopped her in her tracks. She clutched her opened bodice tighter to her chest.
Joseph’s attention returned to the man on the ground, and he hauled him to his feet again. Blood ran freely from Andrew’s nose and the split in his lip. Grabbing the front of his shirt in his fists, Joseph almost lifted him completely off the ground.
“Didn’t your pa ever teach you how to treat a lady properly?” he snarled, his face inches from Andrew’s. Then he pushed him away, and Andrew nearly lost his balance. “If you ever lay a hand on her again, I will kill you.”
Joseph advanced on him, and Andrew bolted for the buggy. He scrambled onto the seat and slapped the reins against the horse’s back. The rig lurched forward.
“Andrew, wait,” Sophia called, and tried to run after him. He didn’t even look her way, and snapped the buggy whip over the horse’s head. “Andrew!”
Sophia stopped running when she reached the gravel road. He wasn’t going to wait for her. He was fleeing for his life. That savage man would have killed him. Slowly, she turned. Her pulse quickened. She was all alone, miles from town. What would Joseph Walker do to her? She had to get away from him, but she knew she’d never outrun him.
He stood by his horse, watching her. Sophia’s lips trembled, and she held her clammy palms to her pounding chest. Her heart skipped a beat when he moved toward her. The urge to run overtook her mind, but she stood rooted to the spot. Her legs wouldn’t move.
“Are you all right?” he asked, stopping just in front of her. Wide-eyed, Sophia stared up at him. He no longer looked vicious. His utterly handsome features had softened considerably, and a concerned look passed over his eyes. His gaze rested on her face, his brows wrinkled slightly. “Sophie?” His hand reached out, his fingers grazing her arm.
Sophia sucked in a deep breath. He’d barely touched her, yet the jolt in her arm, making her skin tingle, was immediate. She stepped back, out of his reach, and tore her eyes away from him.
“Don’t touch me,” she produced between trembling lips.
“Did he hurt you?” Joseph asked, his voice deeper than she remembered. Sophia’s head snapped up, and sudden anger welled up inside her.
“You nearly killed Andrew,” she screeched.
Joseph’s eyes narrowed. “I gave that bastard what he deserved.”
“He didn’t deserve to be beaten,” Sophia argued, her voice rising.
Joseph took a step toward her, and her eyes widened. “I suppose you’re going to tell me you enjoyed being manhandled like some common saloon whore. Do you have any idea what he would have done to you?”
Sophia gasped at his outrageous words. “How dare you,” she stammered. “Andrew is my fiancé. He would never—”
“Let me tell you something, Princess.” Joseph cut her off, and took another step closer. Sophia inhaled the scent of leather and horse, and her pulse quickened. “Where I come from, a decent man doesn’t do things to a woman if she objects to it. And from what I saw, you were objecting.”
Sophia’s mind raced for something to say. Andrew had gotten carried away, no doubt. But he wouldn’t have forced himself on her like Joseph was insinuating. Andrew had always been a gentleman. It only meant that he loved her, and couldn’t wait to be married. A fleeting thought nagged at her. She hadn’t enjoyed Andrew’s advances. She hadn’t enjoyed his kiss from the night before. Would she be able to endure what was expected of her in the marriage bed?
“How about I give you a ride back to town, since your man decided to leave you stranded out here on the road. But first I think you should button up your dress before someone else comes along and gets the wrong idea about us.”
Joseph’s lips twitched, and there was no mistaking the sparkle in his eyes. He was enjoying her predicament. Sophia whirled around, and fumbled with the buttons on her dress. The nerve of him! It was his fault that Andrew had fled.
“I have to apologize to him,” she mumbled.
“Pardon me?” Joseph stepped to her side, and angled his face, his eyebrows scrunched in disbelief. “Apologize for what?”
“For your behavior, Mr. Walker,” she replied heatedly, and turned toward the road. She had to salvage this somehow. Her day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Because of Joseph Walker, she had learned that she wasn’t truly Byron Yancey’s daughter, and now he had hurt her fiancé. Before she had a chance to move away, Joseph caught her arm.
Sophia spun around, yanking free of his grip. “Why are you following me? Why are you so intent on ruining my life?” Her face flushed in anger, and she drew in a deep breath. The muscles along his jaw tightened.
“I’m not here to ruin your life,” he said. “I made a promise to your grandfather. I had no idea you didn’t know about your real parents.”
“I have a father who raised me and who loves me. I don’t need to know anything about them. I have my life here. I’m getting married to a prominent man in New York Society. I won’t allow you to jeopardize my future.”
Joseph’s jaw muscles clenched and unclenched with each word she spoke. He released her arm. “Well, if that’s what’s important to you, Princess, then by all means. I’ll take you back to that important man of yours, and you can grovel at his feet. I just hope your high society life is worth the price you’re paying.”
He turned and headed for his horse. Good. Maybe she was rid of him now. Sophia picked up her skirts and followed the gravel road that led back to Boston. Moments later, Joseph appeared by her side, leading his horse. Sophia gritted her teeth.
“My offer still stands. You can’t walk all the way back to town,” he said, moving in front of her. His horse effectively blocked her way.
“I’m not dressed for riding,” she said, refusing to look at him.
“You are now.” Without warning, his hands reached for her waist, and he lifted her onto his horse’s back. He swung up behind her before she could even object. “Keep those skirts tucked under your legs so you don’t spook my horse.”
She scrambled to hook her knee over the cumbersome saddle horn to simulate a side-saddle, and grabbed hold of a fistful of mane for fear of losing her balance. The nerve of that man!
Shivers ran down Sophia’s spine at his deep voice and warm breath next to her ear. He reached around her and picked up the reins. Unless she wanted to fall from the animal’s back, she had no choice but to sit still. Heat seeped through her clothes from behind. Joseph’s solid chest pressed up against her back, and his arm brushed along her waist. The same jolt she’d felt earlier, and this morning when he touched her, raced through her now. She bit her lower lip, and tried to keep her breathing even.
“I’ll take you to the edge of town. You can walk from there. I know your precious reputation is at stake if anyone sees you with the likes of me.” He sounded angry. For fear of provoking him further, Sophia remained quiet, trying to keep her back straight so it wouldn’t constantly brush up against his chest. By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, she feared her spine might snap in two.
****
Joseph had kept his word and let her off his horse just before they reached town. He hadn’t followed her, at least not that she was aware. She’d hailed a cab, and gave the driver directions to the Preston residence. If she acted quickly, she could ask for Andrew’s forgiveness today. He was leaving tomorrow, and she didn’t want to part ways with him without knowing he was all right.
When the driver pulled the buggy to a stop in front of the Preston’s Boston residence, she asked him to wait for her. She quickly made her way around the side of the house to the stables in the back. He would have had to drop his horse and buggy off before entering the house, and she hoped she could talk to him outside, rather than face the rest of the household, which would no doubt be full of questions.
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