JUDITH STACY
began writing as a personal challenge and found it a perfect outlet for all those thoughts and ideas bouncing around in her head. She chose romance because of the emotional involvement with the characters, and historicals for her love of bygone days.
Judith has been married to her high school sweetheart for over two decades and has two daughters. When not writing, she haunts museums, historical homes and antique stores, gathering ideas for new adventures set in the past.
To Judy and Stacy, who keep me grounded To David, who gives me wings
Nevada, 1884
Every conception should be this delightful.
Kaitlin Jeffers turned sideways, studying her round belly in the big oval mirror. She stretched out her arms and rested her palms on the bulge. Goodness, she could hardly reach all the way around.
A wide grin parted her lips. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Kaitlin faced the mirror making sure the folds of her black dress hung straight. She looked down to be certain the hem touched the tops of her kid shoes, and laughed aloud. was her big stomach.
Looking up, she saw her reflection in the mirror and forced the smile from her face. She’d have to remember not to make that mistake again. Maybe she should have rehearsed more.
A metal key scraped in the door behind her, and in the mirror she saw Isabelle Langley walk into their hotel room. Tall and thin, her friend was even more a contrast to her now.
Kaitlin turned sideways and dropped her hands onto her belly. “Come to admire your brother’s handiwork?”
Isabelle’s eyes widened and she fell back against the closed door. “Saints alive, Kaitlin, I can’t believe you!”
Kaitlin’s smile broadened and she wiggled back and forth. “Looks good, huh?”
“It looks horrible!” Isabelle sheltered her eyes, then drew in a breath and looked at her again. “I can’t believe my brother let you talk him into this.”
She patted her round belly affectionately. “He does good work, wouldn’t you say?”
“You’re disgusting.” Isabelle tossed her armload of packages onto the brass bed. “I found a bonnet like you asked for in a millinery shop down the street—it’s the ugliest one in this whole town. Of course, there’s not much here to choose from.”
“And just as well.” Kaitlin turned back to the mirror and tucked a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. “The smaller the town, the better. We need to be in and out of this place quickly.”
Isabelle unpinned her hat. “Please, Kaitlin, think this over. It’s not too late to change your mind.”
Kaitlin sighed impatiently. “You promised you wouldn’t nag if I let you come along.”
“You don’t know what might happen. You don’t know these people. What if they toss you in jail?”
Kaitlin planted her hands on her hips. “Who in their right mind would throw a woman in my condition in jail?”
“You don’t have a condition!”
She bounced her fists off her belly. “Yes, I do.”
“I’m going to kill my brother.” Isabelle shook her head slowly. “He’d better stick to harness making from now on.”
“Leave him out of this. He only did what I asked. And did it very well, I might add.” Kaitlin leaned her shoulder closer to her friend. “You can’t see the straps, can you?”
Isabelle glared at her, then walked over. “No.”
“How about in the back?” Kaitlin turned around.
“No.”
She looked over her shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Good.” Kaitlin turned and lifted the bulk of her belly higher. She frowned. “This might be uncomfortable, if I were really pregnant.”
Isabelle moaned and covered her face with her hands. “Kaitlin, please don’t do this. You can’t go around pretending to be pregnant. Somebody will find out.”
“No one will find out. We’ve never been to this town before—neither of us. No one recognized us on the stage this morning, or when we checked-in. We’ll be out of here on the afternoon stage. What can go wrong?”
“A thousand things!”
Kaitlin drew in a determined breath. “That crook Harvey Stutz stole every dime I had in this world. Tricked me out of it, and waltzed away with a big smile on his face. I’m getting it back—no matter what I have to do.”
“But Kaitlin—”
“You know what I’d been saving that money for.”
Isabelle’s shoulders sagged. “Yes, I know.”
“Harvey Stutz stole my dream.”
She nodded sorrowfully. “I know.”
“He pretended he liked me, pretended he cared about me, until I told him about all the money I’d saved. Then he broke into my room and took every cent.” Kaitlin squared her shoulders. “Well, he’s dead now, and if it means pretending to be his pregnant widow to get back what belongs to me, then so be it.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Now, help me get ready.”
Isabelle pried open the hat box she’d tossed on the feather mattress and took out the black, straw bonnet. “Try this on.”
Kaitlin winced. “It’s ugly, all right.”
She turned to the mirror and pinned the hat in place, then lowered the thin black veil over her face. The hat was a trifle too big, and that made her look small and vulnerable; her stomach bulging beneath the black dress completed the effect.
“How do I look?” She turned to Isabelle.
“Awful.”
“Good.” Kaitlin drew in a deep breath. “Well, I’m going now. The sheriff is expecting me.”
“Do you have everything?”
Kaitlin held up her left hand displaying her mother’s gold
