few customers in passing, he urged her up the stairs. He introduced Lacey briefly to Helen when the old woman appeared at the top of the stairs, then pushed open the door of her room to allow Lacey to enter and followed her inside, making certain to leave the door open behind them. He deposited her case on the bed and turned to face her expectant expression fully.
Lacey looked up at him, waiting for him to speak, and Scully went suddenly still. There she was…the child he had seen ten years earlier. She was visible in the trusting blue eyes Lacey turned up to his, in the shadows of uncertainty he saw there, in the faint glaze of tears gradually overwhelming them. On the outside, Lacey was a mature, beautiful woman, but on the inside she was still the little lost girl who had looked up to him…to whom she had come “home.”
And she was waiting.
His slow smile sincere, Scully said again, “Welcome home, Lacey.”
With a single, spontaneous step, Lacey stepped into his welcoming hug. With that step, the past dropped away. Lacey was again his brave little girl, and he was her protector, provider and guide for her future.
And he was glad.
The hum of curious conversation and leering snickers following Scully and Lacey’s entrance into the Gold Nugget had gradually faded. No one noticed that the swarthy fellow at the bar glanced back surreptitiously over his shoulder to scan the upstairs landing where the couple had disappeared from sight. Nor did anyone hear the angry curse he muttered under his breath before exiting the saloon as inconspicuously as he could manage.
Chapter Two
“I like the Gold Nugget. I don’t want to ‘find a more suitable place to stay.’”
Scully looked at Lacey, who sat across the small table from him in Sadie Wilson’s restaurant, the town’s only eating establishment. They had taken to having breakfast together there each morning, and in the few days since her return, an indefinable bond had developed between them that somehow erased their years of separation and dismissed the reality that they were virtual strangers. Lacey had grown into a woman whose stunning beauty left Scully a bit breathless—yet she was still the determined little girl who had walked miles in a deadening heat, injured and feverish, in order to follow through on her grandfather’s last wishes.
“Scully…”
Lacey had automatically dropped the “uncle” prefix from his name when she saw it was turning heads, and Scully was glad. He didn’t need it to remember he was still responsible for her safety and for the direction of her future.
“Scully…”
Responding with an unconscious furrowing of his brow, Scully said, “The Gold Nugget isn’t the right place for you to live.”
“You live there.”
“That’s different.”
“Why?”
“I own the place.”
“So?”
He could not believe she could be so dense. As determined as she, Scully asserted, “Helen can’t stay indefinitely. She’ll want to go home, and your grandfather wouldn’t approve.”
“Grandpa sent me to the Gold Nugget.”
“He sent you to me, not to the Gold Nugget.”
“He sent me to the Gold Nugget to see you because he knew I’d be safe with you. I am safe with you there.”
Scully took an impatient breath. “You’re a respectable young woman, Lacey.”
“You’re respectable, too.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are!”
Scully stared at Lacey. He had angered her by refuting her statement, but he couldn’t let her dodge the truth. “I own a saloon, Lacey,” he explained. “You saw Pete Loughlin’s reaction when I met you at the stage. Even he didn’t think I’d be a good influence on you.”
“He doesn’t know you like I do.”
“He probably knows me better.”
The startling blue of Lacey’s eyes linked with his. “I don’t believe that.”
“Lacey…things get pretty wild in the saloon at times. Drinking, gambling…and more.”
“Oh…”
Scully remained conspicuously silent.
She shrugged. “I’ve read the Bible, you know. I know about those things. But Jewel and Rosie both told me you don’t allow that kind of activity on your premises. They said they respect you for it, too.”
Scully’s frown darkened. How had Lacey become so friendly with the girls at the Gold Nugget in so short a time? And when had they begun talking so frankly? He didn’t like it. He needed to get her out of there as soon as possible.
He replied, “Whatever the girls said is beside the point.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“A room just became available in Mary McInnes’s boarding house this morning. It’s a fine place—clean and respectable.”
“The Gold Nugget is clean.”
“But not respectable.”
“It’s respectable enough for me.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Lacey was beginning to smart at his insistence. She countered, “Besides, I don’t have an income yet and I can’t afford to pay the board at Mary McInnes’s.”
“Pay the board…”
“That’s right. I don’t intend to let you support me forever, you know. It won’t cost you as much to keep me at the Gold Nugget until I find a position and can start paying my own way.”
“A position…?”
Lacey’s lips tightened.
“No.”
“No what?”
“No position. And I’m not supporting you. I’m only returning a favor to your grandfather.”
“Grandpa may have helped you, but in time, you went out on your own.”
“In time. It’s not time for you yet.”
“When will it be time then?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Lacey continued resolutely, “I’m not
