appreciative.â She lifted a shoulder in answer; he asked, âWhy did you open your door to a stranger? A ragged stranger who might have been out to slash your throat.â
âIf youâd been all gussied up, Iâdâve found that peculiar. I havenât seen a man in a nice suit of clothes since before the war.â She patted the area near her hip. Her fingers dug into her pocket, extracting a pearl-handled pistol, which she aimed at his face. âI knew there wouldnât be any trouble.â
Braxâs heart slammed against his chest. He wasnât a coward, but he did have a healthy respect for bullets.
âYour face is white as biscuit dough.â She snickered, then lowered the barrel. The last of the fudge stuffed in her mouth, she made a trip with her tongue around the outside of it. âGot any more candy?â
âNo, maâam, I donât.â
âToo bad.â
Into the lull that followed, Brax said, âI was given to understand you have a stepmother. Where is the good lady?â
âClaudineâs out trying to shoot one of those dumb cows. Makes me sick just to look at those ugly old animals.â
Plainly the heiress didnât fuss about eating the result. âWho does the rest of the chores?â
She opened her mouth, then shut it quickly. âWe hired a few stragglers. Stole everything they could get their hands on, even one of Claudineâs many wedding rings. One guy got scared off, once he realized the Injuns are at our back door.â
âI can help there. I know the ways of the Comanche.â No doubt the ones from past years had moved on, but Brax felt confident of his abilities. âIâm fluent in their language.â
âI guess you came by that from your mother.â Before he could ask for an explanation, she screwed up one of those pellet eyes. âI donât have any use for Injuns.â
If there were any avenue short of committing as much as an hour to this odd girl, Brax needed to find it. âMiss St. Clair, your uncle passed on owing me a large amount of money. Since you arenât disposed to accept me as a bridegroom, Iâd like to retire the debt. Do you have five thousand dollars, U.S.?â
âI didnât say I donât want you for a husband.â
âYou and I arenât meant to be, if for no other reason than the gap in our ages.â He took a forward step. âI do have a valid claim against your uncleâs estate, though. And I mean to collect. Nevertheless, I might be willing to settle for two thousand dollars.â
âYouâre out of luck.â
âHow about a thousand?â
âNope.â
Searching for honorable escape, he asked, âHow âbout two hundred? Confederate.â
âAre you trying to renege on the wedding?â
Patience. Forget exits. Keep your mind on the better life you can get for Geoff and Bella . âI look forward to marriage. But Iââ
âYouâd better not expect to sleep with me.â
A warning sign went through him. If the marriage wasnât consummated, heâd have no legal hold on the Nickel Dime. âI can only assume youâre jesting.â
âIâll let you know after you tell me whether you stick your tongue in a girlâs mouth when you kiss.â
She was a rotten child, worrying a bug to death, and Brax thought about turning the tables on her. Worry her like sheâs worrying you . He might be a louse, but he wasnât a child. âA marriage in name only is for the best. Youâre young, you might find true love someday and want to marry the man. I, of course, wouldnât wish to stand in the way of lovers. And youâd want to give the flower of yourself to him.â
â Flower of myself?â Her features contorted. â Flower of myself? What does that mean?â
God, he would love to choke the girl. He walked to the fireplace and ran his