The Runaway Bride. Noelle Marchand
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to you like glue.”
“You mean fleas,” she muttered as she brushed past him and walked back to camp. She wouldn’t let it bother her that nothing short of a promise to her father and his best friend would tempt Sean to stick close to her. She hated being his duty, and he certainly didn’t want her to be anything else, so the smartest thing for her to do would be to stay as far away from him as possible.
True to form, he followed her back a few minutes later and took a seat near the campfire to whittle as she helped Marissa prepare supper. She ignored him and was grateful when Marissa struck up a conversation. “Tell me more about Peppin, Lorelei. It sounds like a charming town.”
“There really isn’t much else to say,” she said as she felt Sean’s gaze resting on her. “It’s small but not stiflingly so. The people are friendly and really care about you. There is always something going on, so you’re hardly ever bored. You can just go to the mercantile or the café to find someone to talk to or about, in some cases. It’s just a normal everyday Texas town. The only thing special about it are the people.”
“It sure is a good town,” Sean said wryly. “I guess that’s why most people are content to stay right where they are.”
Lorelei refused to meet his gaze. She’d never said Peppin wasn’t a good town. It was her home. Nothing would change that. She’d only left to get away from Sean, and that hadn’t done any good. Why, she could do a better job avoiding him in Peppin than she could in this wilderness. So it was decided. She was going home. She dreaded the victory she knew she’d see in Sean’s gaze when she told him, but it couldn’t be helped. She’d tell him tomorrow.
* * *
Sean ignored Lorelei’s quelling stare as he propelled her through the evening shadows that painted everything in dark smudges of color. The Brightlys must have made very close ties with the people in this area. An inordinate amount of them were still around more than an hour after the service was over. Lorelei stopped short at the sight of the large crowd of people waiting to speak with the Brightlys. “I can wait until these people leave.”
He shook his head. “I’m not going to give you that much time to change your mind. Besides, we’ll both need our sleep. We’re leaving at first light.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know. You keep saying that.”
“That’s because I like the way it sounds,” he said in satisfaction. Placing a hand on her back, he guided her forward until they took their place at the front of the line.
“You’re going to get us shot,” she whispered.
“This will only take a minute,” he said loudly enough for the others in line to hear. “I’m sure the Brightlys won’t mind talking to their children’s nanny for a moment.”
A short while later, with James and Marissa’s undivided attention, he announced, “Lorelei has finally agreed to let me escort her home. We’ll be leaving at first light.”
“You’re leaving?” Marissa asked in alarm.
Lorelei shot him a glance that told him exactly what she thought of his blunt way of telling the couple. “I’m afraid so. I’m so sorry! I know this leaves you in a lurch.”
“We told you that you could leave whenever you liked. The problem is that the two of you would be traveling without a chaperone,” James stated gravely.
Sean shrugged. “It isn’t ideal, but it can’t be helped.”
Marissa shook her head. “You have to think about Lorelei’s reputation.”
“Her reputation,” he echoed with frustration, then glanced over his shoulder at the milling crowd that was shamelessly listening in.
“Maybe we should stay after all, Sean,” Lorelei suggested, her determination wavering. “Just until we reach the next town with a train station. Then we won’t have to worry about traveling unchaperoned.”
“No,” he said a bit too abruptly. “That could take days and days. We have to get back to Peppin. Perhaps one of the parishioners would be willing to act as our chaperone.”
“I’ll do it!”
Sean jumped in surprise at the quick response. He was still searching for the origin of that almost musical voice when a woman stepped forward to claim it. She didn’t look anything like he thought a chaperone would. She was probably older than his mother would be if she’d lived but had pulled her mousy brown curls back with a girlish ribbon.
She stepped forward again which drew his gaze downward. His eyebrows rose. The woman was wearing pants or some female variation of them. Bloomers—Sean remembered his sister Ellie calling them. They were tucked into her high buckled leather boots.
Pastor James shifted uneasily beside Sean. “I don’t think we’ve met, ma’am.”
“The name’s Miss Elmira Shrute. I’ve been traveling and came back to visit family.” The woman’s smile seemed friendly enough. “I’m about ready to head out though, so I can go with you. I assume the position would be paid?”
Sean glanced at Lorelei. Her reluctant expression turned doubtful. She cleared her throat daintily. “The little money I have, I’m going to need for traveling. Perhaps someone else would be willing…”
Her words were drowned out by a general murmur stating the opposite. Sean caught snatches of phrases like, “children to feed,” “farm to run” and “pure foolishness.” He grimaced.
Lorelei shifted slightly closer. “Well, what are we going to do?”
He glanced back at Miss Elmira. “I could pay you two dollars.”
The woman grinned. “That works for me. When do we leave?”
“Sean, I’d like a brief word with you,” Pastor James said as he took a step backward and led Sean away from the crowd. “I have to advise you against this. I’ve never met that woman before, but I know of her family. They don’t exactly have the best reputation for being honest in their dealings with folks.”
Sean frowned. “I appreciate your concern, but I’d be taking a chance with anyone I hired. Lorelei has agreed to go back with me, and I’ve got to get her moving before she changes her mind or gets a notion to take off on her own again. Miss Elmira may not be my first choice, but she is the only option.”
“It’s your decision and I respect that.” Pastor James gave a reluctant nod. “Do what you have to do. Just keep an eye out for trouble.”
They walked back to the crowd. Sean met Lorelei’s inquiring look with an affirming one of his own. His shoulders relaxed from the tension he hadn’t even realized was there. Things were finally going according to plan. Like Pastor James advised, he’d keep an eye out for trouble. It wouldn’t be hard to do since he knew exactly what it looked like—a dark-haired beauty with the knack for getting under his skin in all the wrong ways.
* * *
“Lorelei, wake up. We’ve been robbed.” Sean’s words filtered through her consciousness, rousing her with a start.
Lorelei pushed the mass of dark curls from her face. Her hairpins had disappeared and Miss Elmira had refused to part with even one of her ribbons to help out a bedraggled fellow traveler. After two days of traveling, the woman had turned out to be as mean as she was peculiar. Lorelei realized Sean knelt at her side, so she propped herself on her elbow and frowned at him. “Was anyone hurt? Is Miss Elmira all right?”
“If I had to speculate, I’d say Miss Elmira is feeling pretty good right about now.” He crossed his arms and glared out into the woods. “James was right about her. She must have taken off in the middle of the night, and my wallet went with her.”
“Miss Elmira robbed us?” She glanced around to find her valise, but it was gone.
“Yes, and it’s a little unsettling