plaid day dress. After wrapping her chignon with a matching ribbon, she put on her short gloves.
As she waited at the Whirlwind Hotel for Riley to collect her and take her to meet Cora Wilkes, Susannah determined that the flutters in her stomach were due to wanting to make a good impression on the widow. They had nothing to do with the way Riley’s blue gaze seemed to see right through her. Or the fact that she hadn’t seen him since that day on the boardwalk in front of Haskell’s General Store. Had he been to town at all?
Drat the man, anyway. He vexed her, but she found herself easily vexed these days. Her emotions had played havoc with her in the last few months. Riley was helping her find a place to live, so she couldn’t be angry at him, but she didn’t want to think about him. Nor did she want to be beholden to him.
The small watch pinned to her bodice showed it was a little before three as she made her way downstairs and out to the front of the hotel. She smiled as she passed Mr. Wavers behind the desk. As she stepped out into the cool October day, she saw Riley in the street several yards away. One broad hand caressed his black-and-white paint’s nose as he looped the horse’s reins over the hitching post.
The short collar of Riley’s white shirt skimmed the back of a strong, tanned neck. He was broad and powerful from his chest to his legs. Intimidating even. Though not as intimidating as that horse, which made Susannah stay right where she was under the hotel’s awning. Riley Holt wasn’t the most handsome man she’d ever seen, but she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him.
He wore a broken-in, gray felt Stetson today, reminding her that the small flat-brim on her head would serve only as decoration in the strong Texas sun.
He stepped up onto the walk before catching sight of her. “Hello.”
The pleasant surprise in his voice caused a new set of flutters in her stomach.
“Hello.” She twisted the satin strings of her reticule around her fingers. “I’m ready.”
“You look real nice.” His gaze skimmed over her before coming back to her face. Wide shoulders blocked the sun, threw a long shadow across the planks. “We’ll walk if that’s all right. Cora lives just at the end of town.”
“Yes, I’d like that.” In truth, Susannah had walked a bit already today and her ankles were starting to swell, but she preferred walking to riding in something that might force her to sit too close to Riley.
Heading west, the direction Riley lived, they made their way down the wooden walk past the post office and the Pearl Restaurant.
“What have you been doing with yourself?”
“Did you think I might have left?” she asked coolly.
“I figured you stayed. Just to show me.” He grinned, taking any sting out of his words.
Released from school moments ago, children darted past them, skipped into the street to dodge horses and a lumbering wagon driven by an old man.
Riley waved as they passed his brother’s office, and Susannah glanced at the window to see Davis Lee lift a hand. She waved, too. Her skirts swished softly against the planked wood.
“Thought you might’ve missed me the past few mornings.” Riley gave her a teasing smile. “You doing all right today?”
“Yes, thank you.” She didn’t like him asking after her all the time. It made her think he cared, made her wish.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, thank you.” She’d had no luck finding a job and was growing concerned, but she wouldn’t tell Riley that. As they stepped off the walk and into the street, she slid a look at him. “What have you told Cora about me?”
“That you need a place to live.”
“Nothing about … my condition?”
“No. That’s for you to tell her.”
Grateful, she studied him for a moment. “Are you sure it’s all right to call on her? Her husband has only been gone three days. At home, mourners don’t receive visitors for at least a month.”
“Well, things are different here.”
“Yes, so you’ve said.” His reminders were starting to fray her nerves. “I assume you still observe some niceties.”
“Some.”
He sounded amused, which caused her jaw to set. “I thought you said Cora lived at the end of town?” The clang of metal on metal sounded sharply as they reached the blacksmith’s barn.
“She does. Well, outside of town a bit.” He guided Susannah to the left and they walked past Ef Gerard’s smithy. Riley pointed. “See the stage stand?”
Susannah followed his gaze down a gentle slope to a small house behind the shed-size building that served as the stagecoach stop. She hadn’t noticed the house when she’d arrived in Whirlwind, but then she’d been more than preoccupied with the thought of marrying Riley. “Oh, I see.”
A few minutes’ walk brought them close enough for Susannah to see the house was made of rough, unfinished wood. The well-kept home had a certain charm for all its sturdy practicality.
Riley pointed to the side of the house where a wall protruded. “Ollie built on an extra room there. I thought it would be nice for you. It’s not large, but it’s private.”
Touched at his thoughtfulness, Susannah reminded herself that he was looking after her out of a sense of obligation to Adam. And that was fine. Soon she’d be able to take care of herself.
She lifted her skirts to climb the two rough-hewn porch steps. Riley swiped his hat from his head and knocked. She barely had time to smooth her hair before the door was opened by a slender woman.
At least six inches taller than Susannah’s five foot three, the woman smiled, though it didn’t reach her hazel eyes. “Good afternoon, Cora.”
“Hello, Riley.” Patting her neat brown hair, Cora turned to Susannah. “You must be Mrs. Phelps.”
“Yes.” Susannah shook Cora’s hand, marveling at the strength in her long fingers.
She stood straight and tall, putting Susannah in mind of her posture lessons from Miss Wentworth. The sun picked up an occasional gray thread in Cora’s sleek bun. Her slightly lined face bespoke someone who usually met life’s challenges with a smile.
Susannah’s heart tightened at the woman’s recent loss. “I appreciate your seeing me.”
“I welcome the company. Gettin’ a little sick of my own.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your husband. If this isn’t a good time, we can come back later.”
“No, no, come on in. Now is fine.”
Riley put a hand to the small of Susannah’s back, sending a burst of warmth through her as he guided her into the house. She stepped away once they were inside.
“Let me show you the place.” Cora closed the door behind
