she needn’t have worried.
Adam truly liked her. The proof was all over him.
And she liked him, too. Perhaps foolishly. There were so many things she didn’t know about him. But she’d taken to Adam Corwin in an innate, gut-level way she couldn’t deny. She didn’t trust him—not yet—but she did trust her instincts about him.
Everything else she needed to know she would learn quickly, Savannah assured herself. Perhaps by tossing a burlap sack over Adam’s head when they were together, so she could question him without being distracted by his wonderful brawny muscles and his manner of watching her with captivating, enthralled attention.
It was a good thing Doc Finney’s tincture had made him so loopy, she decided. If Adam had been the least bit sensible—if there’d been any chance he would remember her hasty admission—she never would have found the courage to be so bold. As it was, she could scarcely believe she’d whispered the truth to him.
It’s been all I could do not to swoon over you.
The remembrance should have been mortifying.
Instead, for a lifelong romantic like Savannah, it was … thrilling. She’d thought she’d settled for a practical, arranged union. Now she almost dared to hope she and Adam might find something more.
“I don’t often lapse in my etiquette. Not these days, at least.” Savannah edged past Mose, then sat at her telegraphy desk. The wires were silent, so she hugged herself, remembering. “But there’s something about Adam! I plumb forgot about showing him how ladylike I could be. And when I remembered to put my good manners on display—well, I could tell he appreciated it.”
He’d greeted her curtsy with something very much like hushed reverence. Savannah had savored that. And although she’d wobbled a bit while performing the maneuver, she felt proud of herself for having carried it off—just like her book instructed.
It was important to her that she erase all traces of her unconventional upbringing. She didn’t want Adam to know that she’d grown up backstage at dozens of grimy theaters like the Orpheum. She didn’t want him to discover that she’d learned to read by perusing playbills or to know that her mother and father had tossed her onstage like a living prop when she was scarcely more than an infant—and had gone right on doing so when her babyish antics had earned them bigger laughs and more pay.
With a significant—if stagey—cough, Mose interrupted her reminiscences … or maybe that was too grand a word to use for them, Savannah reasoned sadly. Most of her memories were disreputable, after all. Not that she’d had a choice in that. At least not until she’d grown to adulthood.
Even after that—even after she’d struck upon the notion of forming a new life for herself—she’d stayed mired in her old one for a time, Savannah recalled. It had taken her several hardworking years to save a nest egg large enough to allow her to escape the stage and prosper after she’d done so.
“I heard what he said.” Mose crossed his arms, giving her one of his most fearsome looks. That same expression and pose had, over the years, driven away dozens of no-good backstage Jonnies. “He just told you he’s a bad man, Savannah!”
She scoffed. “He didn’t mean that the way it sounded. It’s obvious he’s gotten some wrongheaded notions about life out here in the Wild West—probably from those dime novels people read. He’s worried that I want some sort of gun-slinging hero for a husband. I find his attempts to fit that mold quite endearing. He’s doing it to impress me. Adam is clearly a—”
“That’s another thing.” Appearing further disgruntled, Mose frowned. “Adam. Do you really think it’s smart to get so familiar with the man so soon? I thought you were all het up about behaving properly and so forth. That’s what that etiquette book of yours is for, isn’t it? So why in the devil would you—”
“He asked me to call him Adam. It’s only polite to comply.”
Mose gave her a chary look. Stubbornly he lifted his chin. “I notice you didn’t tell him to call you Savannah.”
“Well.” Savannah intended to save until she trusted Adam fully. But she didn’t want to admit as much, especially to an already skeptical Mose. She shook her head. “Honestly. Were you eavesdropping on us the entire time?”
Her friend had the good grace to appear embarrassed.
“This is a mighty small station. A man can’t help but overhear.”
“Well, try a little harder not to, would you, please?”
“Humph. Not while you’re busy making eyes at that man, I won’t. I practically raised you. I won’t shirk my duties now.”
“I know. You never would.” Overcome with fondness for him, Savannah smiled. She squeezed Mose’s shoulder, remembering all the times he’d told her funny stories, found her places to sleep backstage, brought her hot meals when her parents forgot….
If not for Mose, she would have had a sorely neglectful childhood. Gruff as a bear and just as strong, he had made her feel protected and cherished. He’d had no patience for Ruby and Jim Reed’s ambitions—or their shared fondness for liquor. These days, Mose was older and a little frailer than he’d been as a stagehand for hire, but he was still beyond lovable to her.
“That’s why I’m going to ask you again.” Mose leveled her with a serious expression. “Are you sure about this marriage scheme of yours? You’re not hitched yet, you know. It’s not too late to go on to San Francisco.”
“I’m not going to San Francisco!”
“All right, all right. You don’t have to get testy.”
“I’m sorry, Mose. It’s just that I’m done with performing. Beyond done with it. It was never right for me. I just didn’t know any better. Being on stage was all I ever had.”
“You were powerfully good at making a crowd happy.”
At his loyal declaration, Savannah smiled. She had earned her share of applause over the years. “What I want now is to make a husband happy. That’s all. I’ve been dreaming of having a regular, ordinary life for so long. I tried to grab hold of it in Ledgerville, but that didn’t pan out. Now I have a new plan, and I’m certain it will work, as long as I’m patient.”
Mose looked away, clearly longing to argue with her … but unwilling to do so. Savannah knew he was entertaining the same unhappy memories she was. They’d had this conversation before—before one enterprising gossip had tacked up that incriminating newspaper story for all to see. Before the rumors had flown around Ledgerville in a matter of days. Before the townspeople there had shunned her. Before the sheriff had confronted her.
Before her fair-weather friends had suggested she leave Ledgerville on the first train out and never come back.
Even Alistair Norwood, the young telegraphy operator who’d taught her all she knew about operating the equipment, had been unable to stick by her. Usually so willing to buck the system, Alistair had turned unexpectedly cold when faced with her past.
Until the scandal had turned up in Ledgerville, Savannah had actually believed that her family’s story—and the notoriety it had engendered—would not follow
