you care to tell me what prompted that little drama you acted out for us?â
âI was on my way to get my fish when I heard them talking. They donât believe that weâre really married. They thought youâd lied to them.â
He gritted his teeth. The men had been on their way to accuse him of being a liar. He kept a tight grip on his anger. âAnd you were tryinâ to prevent an ugly disagreement.â
She nodded, not denying it for a moment. âDid it work?â
He ignored her question and struggled to keep his voice even. âYou should have let me handle it, Addie. This is my train. Iâm the law here. I canât allow them to question my word.â
âDid they?â she asked anxiously. âQuestion your word, I mean.â
He shook his head. âNot directly to me. But if they had, I could have made certain it didnât happen again.â
She sighed, her relief visible in her features. âReynolds, I donât want to cause problems. I just want to get to Baker City, to my father. If they had confronted youâaccused you of lyingâyou would have set them straight. I have no doubt of that. But there would still have been distrust and animosity.â She held her arms before her, palms up, her face contrite. âThey already treat me like a leper. An argument between you and the others would only make things worse. Donât you understand?â
He mulled over her words. It was true that the train hadnât accepted her as heâd hoped. The fact that he claimed her as his wife hadnât swayed them. But then, he hadnât treated her like a wife. In truth, while he hadnât purposely avoided her, he hadnât been overly friendly either. Was it his fault the train scorned her? âI know itâs been hard for you. I apologize if Iâve done anythinâ to make it worse.â
She offered him a sad smile. âItâs not your fault, Reynolds. Iâm an independent, outspoken woman. That alone is enough to alienate me. Worse, Iâm a doctor. Women arenât supposed to be doctors. We are supposed to be wives and mothers, submissive to their men. And do you know what my greatest sin is?â
He smiled. âYouâre stubborn?â
Addie shook her head. âIâm rich. I have money. Therefore I must be immoral, without principles, compassion, or shame.â
Josh chuckled. âI canât believe I didnât realize what a wicked person you are.â
She smiled. âTerrible. A veritable social pariah.â
âSocietyâs loss.â He couldnât stop himself. He reached up to push that stray lock of hair behind her ear. âThe world needs more women like you.â
Her eyes widened in feigned shock. âHeaven forbid!â
A mesmerizing twinkle flashed in her gaze. He couldnât look away. Thick lashes lined big, blue pools that hid nothing. In Addieâs case, her eyes really were the windows to her soul. The last rays of the setting sun lit her oval face, revealing freckles sprinkled across her button nose. It also set her hair afire, bringing out the gold and red in the shiny tresses she kept pulled back in a sensible braid.
Josh gave himself a mental shake. He couldnât have this woman. Though sheâd offered complete surrender in that kiss last night, her innocence had been unmistakable. Addie deserved a husband. Heâd already failed miserably in that job and he wasnât about to make that mistake again. Searching for a way to change the subject, he found the answer in his left hand. âThis is for you.â
âWhat is it?â She stared at the package suspiciously.
âI brought in a deer today. Itâs steak. I thought Iâd pay you back for the fish.â
âOh, thereâs no need.â She tried to give it back to him. âReally, I gave Mr. Johnson the fish in return for cleaning mine.â She changed her mind.
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