Sophie slammed the book shut. “Don’t start. I’m bored Jamie. Bored! I cannot stand this another minute. Do you hear me? Not another minute.”
“Ooh, the melodrama.” He kissed her cheek.
“Did you wake Em?”
Jamie shook his head. “She’s got a migraine, so she’s going back to sleep. It looks like a bad one.”
“Oh, no. When do you have to meet Clayton?”
He poured Sophie a glass of water and handed it to her. “He’ll be here at nine.”
“And how long will you be gone?” Sophie asked, her voice lilting suspiciously.
Jamie chuckled. “Don’t even think about it, Ten-Cow. Betty and the rest of the household staff know you’re not to get out of bed, and you are most certainly not allowed to go out to the barn.” She threw the book at his head, but missed. Jamie bent to pick up the book with a grin. “Ten-Cow, is that a respectful way to treat a literary masterpiece?”
“It’s a book on Victorian housekeeping,” she said folding her arms and pouting.
Jamie chuckled. “You could probably learn a few things in there. Just make sure it’s stuff you can do from bed.”
“I can think of a few things,” she said, raising her eyebrow.
“I bet you can.” He ran a comb through his hair.
“I am going to check on Emma at some point.”
“That’s fine, sweetheart, just make sure you don’t stay on your feet for very long.”
She saluted him. “I’m not sure I like the lieutenant. Can we go back to the CEO?”
He laughed. “It’s not like I didn’t direct people as a CEO, honey.”
“You just weren’t as bossy in the twenty-first century.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t have a pregnant wife in the twenty-first century, either.”
Sophie waved her hand with a groan. “Touché and all that crap.”
Jamie sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Even if you are a pain in the butt.”
Jamie laughed and left the room. Clayton was waiting in the foyer when he arrived downstairs. “Good morning, Clay. Have you had breakfast?”
Clayton shook his head. “I haven’t.”
“Good. Neither have I. Join me?” Jamie didn’t wait for an answer as he led Clayton into the dining room. “Emma won’t be able to go for a ride today.”
Clayton frowned. “Is something amiss?”
“She’s got a pretty severe headache, but I think if she is able to rest today, she’ll be fine.”
Clayton shifted from one foot to the other. “Are you certain?”
Jamie chuckled. “She’ll be fine, Clay.”
They sat down for breakfast and Jamie organized a tray for Sophie, which he gave to Betty to deliver. Choosing not to linger over the meal, they left and rode out to the jail to take care of the Richard situation, arriving to hear bellowing from the inside.
Clayton groaned. “That sounds like my brother.”
“Poor Joe.”
They walked in to find Joe sitting with his feet up on the desk and a cup of coffee in his hands. He didn’t seem to care at all that Richard was yelling obscenities at him.
“Good morning, Joe,” Jamie said.
Joe gave a slight nod as he sipped his coffee. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
“You bastards. Clay, get me out of here,” Richard bellowed.
Clayton shook his head. “No.”
Richard wrapped his hands around the bars and scowled. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“You’re not leaving that cell until you are prepared to stop drinking.”
“Go to hell, Clayton.”
Clayton rolled his eyes. “I’ve already been there, Richard. You were playing the role of Satan. You’re out of control and it has to stop.”
Richard growled. “You know nothing, Clayton.”
Clayton strolled to the cell and crossed his arms. “Let’s just revisit what I do know, shall we? I know that your behavior toward the women we care about is unconscionable. I know that you have not been sober in months. I know that you pissed yourself while you were passed out drunk on your office floor, and I know that if you continue to drink, the President will not put up with this conduct.”
Richard shrugged. “I can stop drinking whenever I want to.”
“I beg to differ, Richard,” Jamie said.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Jamie glared at him. “I’m here to assist. You accosted my wife and my sister-in-law. I have a personal interest in you getting help. The bottom line is that if you don’t, I may end up killing you myself.”
Clayton stepped away from the bars. “Minister Cunningham has agreed to meet with you over the next week or so. I suggest you take the help. Otherwise, your job, and your family will be lost to you.”
Clayton turned and stomped out of the building. Jamie followed and they mounted their horses and took off back to the arena.
AS CLAYTON PULLED his horse up in front of the arena, Michael came jogging outside waving a note in the air. “He’s gone!”
Clayton dismounted and joined Jamie, who’d tied his horse to one of the rails. Jamie took the note from Michael and began to read, then swore.
“Who’s gone?” Clayton asked.
“Topper’s disappeared.” Michael ran his hands through his hair. “He appears to have run off.”
Clayton frowned. “Your nephew?”
Michael nodded. “He was told to stay close.”
Jamie glanced up. “Where did you find the note?”
“On the desk in my office. He must have left it for me early this morning.” Michael frowned. “That boy has always been trouble. It’s no wonder his mother couldn’t control him.”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions, Michael. Topper’s changed.” Jamie read the letter again. “The wording’s strange—stilted, not flowing. And there are symbols here.”
Clayton raised an eyebrow. “Are you thinking it might be some kind of code?”
“Possibly.” Jamie crossed his arms. “I don’t know. If it is, it’s well over my pay grade.”
Michael took the page from Jamie’s hands. “Do you know what it says?”
Clayton held his hand out. “May I see?” Michael handed it to him and Clayton studied the writing. An alarm went off internally. He slipped the paper into an inner pocket and gave the men a curt nod. “I’ll take care of this.”
Jamie’s eyes widened. “What do you mean, you’ll take care of this? What does it say?”
Michael groaned. “We have to find my nephew, Clayton. My sister will not be happy to know he’s run off again.”
“I understand that, Dr. Wade.” Clayton motioned to one of the soldiers to join them. “We will.” Clayton turned to the young private who’d rushed to approach. “Please take a message to Andrew Simmonds. I need him to meet me here, immediately.”
The young man saluted. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”
Clayton turned back to Michael. “I need Andrew to look over the note. If Topper left it, then the symbols may point to exactly where he is.”
“How can Andrew help?” Jamie asked.
“Andrew Simmonds was one of the best decipherers during his time in the field. If anyone can break it, he can.”
“Well, when you find him, lock him up for a few days – that should teach him a lesson,” Michael said.
Clayton raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
“Dr. Wade!” Hyram Jones, a young boy living with his mother close to three miles away, rode as fast as he could toward them. “Dr. Wade!”
Clayton grasped the reins of the horse as Hyram drew up and dismounted. “Dr. Wade. Come quick. Jed’s had an accident.”
“All right, son.” Michael gestured toward the house. “I’ll fetch my bag and follow you home.”
Andrew pulled up soon after Michael left, and Clayton led him back to his home. Jamie followed. “Jamie
, Andrew and I can take care of this.”
Jamie let out a snort. “Nice try. You’ll need to get used to my presence, ’cause I’m not going anywhere.”
“Clayton, Jamie’s someone we can trust.” Andrew gave a wry grin. “And he really won’t go anywhere. He has a knack of finding out information, sometimes before anyone else does, and he’s persistent.”
Jamie shrugged. “That’s one way to describe me.”
Clayton sighed. “All right. Follow me.”
* * *
After an hour of several different code cracking options in Clayton’s office, there was one portion of the note they could not decipher. Clayton slapped the pages down on the desk. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. I thought I’d seen every code ever used.” He dragged his hands down his face. “I’ll wire Christopher and see if he can assist.”
Jamie paced the room. “Is that a good idea? What if someone reads the wire? You never know who’ll intercept something and pass it on. It could be dangerous, and I’m not convinced Topper just disappeared for some teenage fun.”
Andrew shrugged. “His note indicates nothing different, Jamie. He even says that he’ll return soon.”
“I’m still not convinced he’s disappeared for kicks.”
A knock at the office door interrupted their conversation.
“Come in,” Clayton called.
The housekeeper pushed open the door. “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Madden. I have a letter for Mr. Ford.”
Jamie reached out and took the envelope. He opened it and then rolled his eyes. “I need to get back to the arena.”
Andrew rose to his feet. “Everything all right?”
Jamie sighed. “Yes. You two keep working on this, and we’ll talk tonight. Will you join us for dinner?”
Clayton and Andrew nodded, and then Jamie was out the door.
Jamie made a run for the arena and scowled when he caught sight of yellow skirts awfully familiar to him slip inside the barn. “Sophie Jane!”
She poked her head outside the door and grinned. “Yes, love?”
“You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“Hm, mm. So I heard. But no one could find you or Michael, so they came to me. Samson’s going a little nutty.” She gave a little wave and disappeared back into the building.
He followed her inside. “You need to get back to the house.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “I would if I could find Topper. Where is that little cretin?” She whistled for Samson who stood just inside his stall, snorting at the young soldier attempting to put a halter on him. “Samson, settle.” She held her hand out and Samson trotted over to her. She gave him a sugar cube and patted his head. “Where’s our buddy? Huh? Where is that Topper Wade, horse whisperer?”
“Sophie.”
“What?” She slipped the halter over his head and then glanced up at Jamie.
“Topper’s not here.”
“What do you mean?” she asked distractedly as she led Samson outside.
Jamie took the lead out of her hand. “Ten-Cow, stop.” Handing the rope over to one of the soldiers, he pulled her aside.
“Jamie, what’s wrong?”
“Topper’s missing.”
Sophie gasped. “What do you mean, he’s missing?”
“Come on back to the house, and I’ll fill you in.”
* * *
Emma groaned when the sun streaming in through her window and directly across her face waked her. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the spike of light pierced her skull, so she pulled the comforter over her head.
“Sorry,” Sophie whispered. “I didn’t realize the sun was that low.” She closed the drapes, blanketing the room in darkness again.
“What are you doing in here?”
Sophie sat on the bed. “You need to eat. You can go right back to sleep, but you need to get something in your stomach and take one of your pills.”
“I thought you were confined to bed.”
“Oh, I am. But it’s been a crazy day.” Sophie patted the mattress. “Sit up and I’ll tell you all about it while you eat.”
* * *
On Sunday, Emma woke considerably more herself. Having been confined to bed for the entire day, she was relieved to find that not only could she see straight, she was also able to put more weight on her ankle. She climbed off the mattress, found the robe her sister gave her, and pulled it on. Grabbing her crutches, she walked across the hall and knocked on Sophie’s door.
Sophie opened the door with her finger on her lips. “Jamie’s still asleep,” she whispered. “Let’s go to your room.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “Are you allowed out of bed?”
Sophie nodded as they closed themselves in Emma’s room. “Yes, I have the official okay from Michael. Thank God! I couldn’t handle it anymore. I think after church I’m going to spend the day with Samson. How’s your ankle?”
“It feels better. I don’t think I could dance on it, but the swelling is down.” Emma leaned against her bed. “The crutches help, too.”
Sophie nodded. “That was really nice of Clayton.
Emma felt her neck grow warm as a blush started to form. “I know.”
“What about the migraine?”
Emma smiled. “Completely gone.”
“Great. Let’s get ready for church. Breakfast will probably be on the table shortly.”
Once they were dressed, they made their way downstairs and took their seats at the table.
“What are the plans for this afternoon, Nona?” Sophie asked.
“We’ll have lunch as usual after services, but nothing else is planned. We have invited Clayton and a few others to join us for dinner.”
Sophie leaned across the table for the salt and glanced at Jamie. “Samson needs some exercise. Can you ride him today?”
Jamie nodded. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
Emma salted her eggs. “Any word on Topper?”
Jamie shook his head. “None.”
Michael waved his hand dismissively. “He’ll come back when he’s good and ready, and then I’ll ship him back to his mother’s.”
Nona patted his arm. “Let’s not be hasty, dear.”
Breakfast seemed to be over before Emma finished her meal. She took one last sip of coffee as Jamie stood and started to gather everyone’s outerwear. “All right, you two. Let’s get ready.”
It was getting colder, so the decision was made to use the large carriage. It seated up to six and was enclosed for warmth. Daniel had one of the grooms hitch up the horses and put blankets inside if they needed them.
“Where are your crutches, Em?” Jamie asked.
“I left them behind. My ankle feels really good.”
Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
At Emma’s nod, Jamie helped the ladies in, then sat between Sophie and Emma. “I have to admit, I’m looking forward to a day out with my girls. It’s been a long time.”
Sophie patted his knee. “True. It’s going to be glorious.”
The carriage pulled to a lull behind several others at the church, waiting for passengers to climb down and join the small crowd milling in the front. Emma took the time to take in the gray brick structure of Paxton Presbyterian Church.
Sophie peered out the carriage window and sighed. “Isn’t it adorable?”
Emma grinned. “Yes, very cute. Will you be telling me the history now or later?”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Later, smarty pants.”
Emma shrugged. “Just checking.”
“Looks like they’re letting us out here.” Jamie pushed open the door on Sophie’s side and climbed down. Holding his hand out, he lifted Sophie down first, then Emma. Michael assisted Nona, and then the couple went to speak with friends.
Sophie linked her arm with Emma’s and they made their way up the walkway to join the other parishioners. Emma turned as someone touched her elbow.
“Good morning.” Clayton removed his top hat
and bowed over her hand.
Emma beamed up at him, her heart racing.
“Good morning, Mr. Madden,” Sophie said.
“Good morning, Clayton. I’m going to steal my wife for a few minutes.” Jamie winked at Emma and she nearly kissed him.
She turned back to Clayton. “Do you attend church on a regular basis, or is this a special occasion?”
* * *
Clayton tried to steady his heart as she continued to smile at him. “I have attended church my whole life. However, I formed a very personal experience only in the last few years. The war has solidified many of those beliefs.” He stopped himself, surprised that he’d shared that much with her.
Emma’s light blue day dress fit her perfectly. Her bonnet, a darker shade of blue, shielded her face slightly, but when she looked up at him, she took his breath away. Her cheeks were flushed red from the cold, and she radiated beauty, leaving him slightly tongue-tied. He cleared his throat. “You’re walking easier. How are you feeling?”
“I feel very well, Clayton. Thank you. I heard you had some excitement yesterday.”
Just then, the bell rang to let the parishioners know that services would begin shortly. Clayton held his arm out to her. “May I accompany you?”
“I would like that very much.” Emma slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.
They entered the church and made their way to the Wades’ pew. Emma sat next to Sophie, and Clayton followed her into the row. Everyone stood for the first hymn and he wondered what her voice might sound like. He’d have to keep wondering. She didn’t make a sound.
Once the congregation was seated, the minister started to speak, but Clayton couldn’t concentrate. Emma’s thigh was pressed against his, and it distracted him to no end. When he glanced down at her, he grinned at her blush. She quickly turned back to face the pulpit.
The minister indicated where he would read from the Bible, and Clayton noticed Emma didn’t have her own. He opened his, and held it out to her. When Emma reached to share, he brushed his fingers over hers. She looked up at him somewhat surprised and he smiled at her. Their hands were hidden beneath the book, and when she linked her pinky with his, Clayton relished the brief and secret touch.
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